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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.
32 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. [Exeunt fairies. So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
40 Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee ! [They sleep.
this sweet sight?
When I had at my pleasure taunted her
Be as thou wast wont to be;
Hath such force and blessed power.
Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Obe. There lies your love.
How came these things to pass ?
Obe. Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. Titania, music call; and strike more dead
80 Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
Tita. Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! [Music, still.
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
90 Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark :
I do hear the morning lark.
Trip we after night's shade:
Swifter than the wandering moon.
Tell me how it came this night
[Horns winded within.
and find the forester. [Exit an Attendant.
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,
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;
Ege. It is, my lord.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. [Horn and shouts within. Lysander, Demetrius, Helena, and
Hermia, wake and start up.
Lys. Pardon, my lord.
I pray you all, stand up. 140
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
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:
You of your wife and me of my consent,
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
160 And I in fury hither follow'd them, Fair Helena in fancy following me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, But by some power it is,-my love to Hermia, Melted as the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gawd Which in my childhood I did dote upon; And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
[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,
190 Mine own, and not mine own.