Bot. Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, mounsieur; 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 music, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have the tongs and the bones. Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire 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. 32 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. [Exeunt fairies. 40 O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee ! [They sleep. Enter PUCK. Obe. [Advancing.] 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, I did upbraid her and fall out with her; L 50 When I had at my pleasure taunted her And think no more of this night's accidents Be as thou wast wont to be; See as thou wast wont to see: Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! 60 70 How came these things to pass? Obe. Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. 80 Tita. Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! [Music, still. Puck. Now, when thou wakest, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity And will to-morrow midnight solemnly Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly And bless it to all fair prosperity: There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Puck. Obe. Tita. Fairy king, attend, and mark : I do hear the morning lark. [Horns winded within. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester; For now our observation is perform'd; [Exit an Attendant. We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly: Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is; I wonder of their being here together. The. No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May, and, hearing our intent, But speak, Egeus; is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice? 130 The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. [Horn and shouts within. Lysander, Demetrius, Helena, and Hermia, wake and start up. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord. The.. I pray you all, stand up. How comes this gentle concord in the world, To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, 140 I came with Hermia hither: our intent 150 Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, Without the peril of the Athenian law. Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: They would have stolen away; they would, Demetrius, You of your wife and me of my consent, Of my consent that she should be your wife. Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Fair Helena in fancy following me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,– The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: For in the temple, by and by, with us Come, Hippolyta. 170 180 [Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Her. Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. So methinks: Hel. E 190 |