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My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye;
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The reft 19h gives to be to you tranflated.
O teach me, how you look; and with what art
You fway the motion of Demetrius' heart. 1)'

Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still."
Hel. Oh, that's


frownstwould teach my smiles
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Her. I give him.curses, yet he gives me love.
Hel. Oh, that my pray'ts could fuch affection move!
Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me,
Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me.
Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mines: 1
Hel. None, but your beauty; would that fault-were mine!

Her. Take comforti; he no more fhall see my face ;
Lyfander and myself will fly this place. 7921
Before the time I did Lysanden fee, 07 Hitri
Seem'd Athens like a paradise to me. 669 TVI
O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hellt fix

Lyf. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold';).
To-morrow night, when Phæbe doth behold
Her filver visage in the wat’ry glassy -11 1
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grafs';:
(A time, that lovers fights doth ftill conceal)
Through Athens gate have we devis’d to steal.

Her. And in the wood, where often you and I
Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,
Emptying our bofoms of their counsels fweet; (2)
There, my Lysander and myself shall meet ;

And (2) Emptying our bofors of their counsels swell’d;

There my Lysander and myself. small meet,

And thence from Athens turn away our eyes,

To seek new friends, and Arange companions.] This whole scene is strictly in rhyme; and that it deviates in thefe (wo couplets, I am persuaded, is owing to the ignorance of the first, and the inaccuracy of the later, Editors: I have therefore ventur'd to restore the rhymes, as I make no doubt but the Poet first gave them. Sweet was easily corrupted into swell’d, because that made an antithefis to emptying i and frange companions our Editors thought was plain


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And thence from Athens turn away our eyes,
To seek new friends and stranger companies.
Farewel, sweet play-fellow; pray thou for us,
And good luck grant thee thy Dimetrius!
Keep word, Lysander; we muft ftarve our fight
From lovers' food, 'till morrow deep midnight.

fExit Hermia.
Lys. I will, my Hermia. Helena, adieu;
As you on him, Demetrius doat on you! [Exit Lysand.

Hel. How happy 'somé, o'er othersome, can be !
Through Athens I am thought as fair as fhe.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not fo :
He will not know; what all, but he, do know,
And as he errs, doating on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity :
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind;
Nor hath love's mind of any judgment tafte;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy hafte.
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguild.

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English; but Aranger companies, a little quaint and unintelligible. It
may be necessary, in proof of my emendation, to thew, that our
Author elsewhere uses the substantive franger adjeftively, and come
panies, to fignify companions.
King John. A& 5

Wherein we step aftet a franger march

Upon her gentle bosom.
Ricb. II. A&t 1.

But tread the stranger paths of banishment.
Beaumont and Fletcher have used it in the like manner; Spanish
Curats, Adt 3.

To bring into my family, to succeed me,

The franger iffue of another's bed. 2 Henry V. Act I.

Since his addiction was to courses vain,

His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow.
And so, in a parallel word, Merry Wines of Windsor, AET 3.
My riots paft, my wild societies.


Quin. Is about college call them generally

As waggith boys themselves in game forswear,
Sọ the boy. Love is perjur'd every where.
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,
He hail'd down gaths, that he was only mine ;
And when this hail fome heat from Hermia felt,
So he diffoly'd, and showers of paths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:
Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,
Pursue her; and for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expence.
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his fight thither, and back again. (Exit.

SĆ E N E changes to a Cottage.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snowt, and

Starveling. S all our company here? man by man, according to the scrip.

Quin. Here is the scrowl of every man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the Duke and Dutchess, on his weddingday at night.

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on ; then read the names of the actors; and so grow on to a point.

Qyin. Marry, our play is the moft lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.

Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scrowl. Masters, spread yourselves.

Quin. Answer, as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver.
Bot. Ready: name what part I am for, and proceed.
Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.
Bot. What is Pyramus, a lover, or a tyrant ?

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly for love.

Bot. That will ask fome tears in the true performing of it; if I do it, let the audience look to their


eyes ; I will move storms; I will condole in some mea. sure. To the reft ;-yet, my chief humour is for a tyrant; I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in: To make all split-(3) "the raging rocks, “ and shivering Thocks shall break the locks of prison

gates and Phibbus carr shall shine from far, and " make and mar the foolish fates”. This was lofty. Now name the rest of the players. This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein ; a lover is more condoling. isi

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-menderon yne ob
Flu, Here, Peter Quince.

961 liv l158 Quin. You must take Thisby on you.

of! YS 1507 i Flu. What is Thisby, a wand'ring Knight? 11

Quin. It is the Lady, that Pyramus mult love.." Flu. Nay, faith, let not me play a woman', I have a beard coming.

Quin. That's all one, you fall play it in a malk; and you may speak as small, as you will.i. 167

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisoy too; I'll speak in a monitrous little voice, Thifne, Thisne ; ah, Pyramus, 'my lover dear, thy Thisky dear, and Lady dear.

Quin. No, no, you must play Pyramus ; and Flute, you, Thisby.

Bot. Well, proceed.
Quin. Robin Starveling, the taylori ai
Star. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thilly's mo, ther. (4) Tom Snowt, the tinker.

1! I YSŁ

(3) The raging rocks

And shivering socks, &c.] I presume this to be either a quotation from some fuftian old play, which I have not been able to trace; or if not a direct quotation, a ridicule on some bombaft rants, very near resembling it.

2116 (4) - you must play Thilby's mother.] There seems a double forgetfulness of our Poet, in relation to the characters of this Inter. lude. The father and mother of Thisbe, and the father of Pyramus, are here mentioned, who do not appear at all in the Interlude : but Wall and Moonshine are both employ'a in it, of whom there is not the least notice taken bere.


Suidwar Here, Peter Quinced

Quix. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's fathers; Snug, the joiner ; you, the lion's part; I hope, there isia play fitted.

Snug. Have you the lion?s part written? pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am flow of study. 15

Quin. You may do it extempore, for, it is nothing Butiroaring 1 azidT 19154

Bot. Let me play the lion too; I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar, that I will make the Duke fay, let him raar-again, tet him roar again.

Quin. If you should do it too terribly, you would fright the Dutchefs and the Ladies, that they would fhriek, and that were enough to hang us all.

All. That would hang us every mother's Son.

Bars grant you, friends, if you thould fright the Ladies out of their wits, they would have no more difcretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice fo, that I will roar you as gently as any fucking dove; I will roar you an 'cwere any nightingale.

Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus, for Pyramus is a sweet-fac'd man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man: therefore you must needs play Pyramus.

Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in?

Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour beard, your orange-tawny-beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French crown-colour'd beard ; your perfect yellow.

Quin. 05). Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-fac’d. But, masters, here are your parts; and I am to intreat you, request you, and defire you, to con them by to-morrow-night; and meet me in the palace-wood, a mile without the

(5) cme of your French crowns have no bair at all.] See the third note on Meafure for Measare, which explains this dark passage.


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