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Re-enter Puck, and BOTTOM with an ass's head. Bot. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.
Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, masters! fly, masters! Help!
[Exeunt Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier: Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. [Exit.
Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to make me afeard.
Re-enter SNOUT. Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee ?
Bot. What do you see? you see an ass-head of your own, do you?
[Exit Snout. Re-enter QUINCE. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.
[Exit. Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings.
The ousel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The wren with little quill, -
bed? Bot. [Sings]
The finch, the sparrow and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo gray,
And dares not answer nay;
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry 'cuckoo' never so?
Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. 129
Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days; the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go: Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate :
140 The summer still doth tend upon my state; And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed !
Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, Moth, and MUSTARDSEED.
And I. Mus.
And I. All.
Where shall we go? Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; 150 Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily: I beseech your worship's name.
Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman?
170 Peas. Peaseblossom.
Bot. I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir ?
Bot. Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now.
I desire your more acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed.
181 Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
SCENE II. Another part of the wood.
Obe. I wonder if Titania be awaked ;
Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit !
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.
Puck. I took him sleeping,—that is finish'd too,-
Enter HERMIA and DEMETRIUS.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so ?
Her. Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse,
Dem. So should the murder'd look, and so should I,
60 -As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.