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patience well that same cowardly, giant-like oxbeef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint

ance, good master Mustard-seed.

Tit. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.

The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Tie up my lover's tongue; bring him silently.

SCENE II.

Another part of the wood.

Enter OBERON.

[Exeunt.

Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awaked; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on in extremity.

Enter PUCK.

Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit?
What night-rule1 now about this haunted grove?
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.

Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,

1 Frolic of the night.

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2 Simple fellows.

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Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,1
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:
When I did him at this advantage take,

An ass's now12 I fixed on his head :

Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

And forth my mimic 3 comes. When they him

spy,

As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,5
Rising and cawing at the gun's report
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly :

And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense,
thus weak, lost with their fears, thu
strong,

Made senseless things begin to do them wrong:

For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all things catch.

I led them on in this distracted fear,

And left sweet Pyramus translated there :
When in that moment (so it came to pass)
Titania waked, and straightway loved an ass.
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.

2 Head.

1 Stupid company.
The chough is a bird of the daw kind.

3 Actor.

5 Company.

But hast thou yet latch'd1 the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck. I took him sleeping,-that is finish'd too,And the Athenian woman by his side;

That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed.

Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA.

Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee

worse;

For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,

Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.

The sun was not so true unto the day,

As he to me. Would he have stolen away
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,
This whole earth may be bored; and that the moon
May through the centre creep, and so displease
Her brother's noontide with the Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him :
So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.

Dem. So should the murder'd look; and se should I,

Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty:

1 Infected.

Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
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 carcase to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds

Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men!

O! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake.
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?

An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
Dem. You spend your passion on a misprised
mood: 2

I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;

Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.

Dem. An if I could, what should I

get

therefore?

Her. A privilege, never to see me more ;—

And from thy hated presence part I so.

See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for awhile I will remain.

So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow

For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;

1 Exploit.

2 In a mistaken manner.

Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay. [lies down.
Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken

quite,

And laid the love-juice on some true love's sight: Of thy misprision 1 must perforce ensue

Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding

troth,

A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind. And Helena of Athens look thou find :

All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer 3

With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood

dear.

By some illusion see thou bring her here:
I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;

Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.'
Obe. Flower of this purple die,

Hit with Cupid's archery,

Sink in apple of his eye!
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.—
When thou wakest, if she be by.
Beg of her for remedy.

[Exit.

1 Mistake.

2 Love-sick.

3 Countenance.