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Jack shall have Jill;

Nought shall go ill; The man shall bave his mare again, and well.

[Exit Puck.Dem. Hel

ACT IV.

SCENE I. The samea

Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies att

Oberon behind unseen.

briers;

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Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this filo

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth

And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle
Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?
Peas. Ready.

Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.monsieur Cobweb?

Cob. Keady. , Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hir ble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, g sieur, bring me the honey.bag. Do not fre too much in the action, monsieur; and g sieur, have a care the honey-bag break not be loath to have you over-flowu with a b signior.Where's monsieur Mustard-seed Must. Ready.

Bot. Give me your neift, monsieur Must Pray you, leave your courtesy, good mons

Must. What's

Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to li lero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the

your will ?

monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy
about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my
hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
Tita. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet

love?
Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick : let
us have the tongs and the bones.

Tit. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.

Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great de. sire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek . The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me,

Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,
Gently entwist,—the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
0, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!

[They sleep.

When I had,
And she, in m
I then did ask
Which straigh
To bear him t
And now I ha
This hateful i
And, gentle I
From off the i
That be awaki
May all to At
And think no
But as the file
But first I w

Be, a

Oberon advances. Enter Puck.

Puck

Obe.

Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this sweet

sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flourets' eyes,
Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.

When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience
I then did ask of her her changeling child;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy s
To beat him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of ber eyes.
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed sca)
From off the head of this Athenian swain ;
That be awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair ;
And think no more of this night's accidents,
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first I will release the fairy queen.
Be, as thou was wont to be;

[Touching her eyes with an
See, as thou wast wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

Hath such force aud blessed power. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet que

Tita. My Oberon! What visions have I se
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

Obe. There lies your love.
Tita.

How came these things t
O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now!

Obe. Silence, a while.- Robin, take off this Titania, musick call; and strike more dead Than commop sleep, of all these five the sens Tita. Musick, ho! musick; such as ch

sleep. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thir

fool's eyes peep.
Obe, Sound, musick. [Still musick.] Coi

queen, take hands with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers
Now thou and I are new in amity;
Aud will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly,
Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair posterity:

There shall the pairs of faithful lover's be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.

Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found,
With these mortals, on the ground. (Eseunt.

(Horns sound within.

Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train.

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Ege.

The.

Horns,

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The.

The. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is perform’d:
And since we have the vaward* of the day,
My love shall hear the musick of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; go:
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
Such gallant chidingt; for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartak

kind,
So flew'di, so sanded; and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;

* Forepart.

t Sound. * The fiews are the large chaps of a hound.

An Ic

Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thess Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly: Judge, when you hear. But, soft; »

are these? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter he And this, Lysander: this Demetrius is; This Helena, old Nedar's Helena: I wonder of their being here together.

The. No doubt, they rose up early, to The rite of May; and, hearing our inte Came, here in grace of our solemnity. But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her

Ege. It is, my lord.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake the

horns.

Horns, and shout within. Demetriu

Hermia, and Helena, wake and st

The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint

past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple n Lys. Pardon, my lord.

[He and the rest knee The

I pray you al I know, you are two rival enemies : How comes this gentle concord in the That hatred is so far from jealousy, To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?

Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly Half'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I I can truly say how I came here : But, as I think, (for truly would I spea And now I do bethink me, so it is); I came with Hermia hither; our inten