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Nor spell nor charm,
So, good night, with lullaby.
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
Philomel, with melody, &c.
Titania sleepso Enter OBERON, and squeezes the flower on Titania's eyelids. Obe. What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true-love take,
Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA.
And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed; For I upon this bank will rest my head.
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.
Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!
Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
50 Then by your side no bed-room me deny; For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily: Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Lie further off; in human modesty, Such separation as may well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend: 60 Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end !
Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; And then end life when I end loyalty ! Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest! Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd !
But Athenian found I none,
Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running.
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
90 For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears :
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. | No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For beasts that meet me run away for fear :
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so.
Lys. Content with Hermia! No; I do repent
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Things growing are not ripe until their season :
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
[Exit. Lys. She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there : And never mayst thou come Lysander near! For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as the heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive,
140 So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me! And, all my powers, address your love and might To honour Helen and to be her knight!
[Exit. Eer. [Awaking.] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy
150 Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord ! What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
. 1 No? then I well perceive you are not nigh: Either death or you I'll find immediately.
SCENE I. The wood. Titania lying asleep.
Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, Snout, and
STARVELING. Bot. Are we all met ?
Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we will do it in action as we will do it before the duke.
Bot. Peter Quince, -
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that ?
Snout. By'r lakin, a parlous fear.
Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more better assurance, tell them that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them out of fear.
Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be written in eight and six.