: 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? Near to her close and consecrated bower, 1 Frolic of the night. ЗНАК. 2 Simple fellows. III. L Were met together to rehearse a play, 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, And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ; 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 : 2 Head. 1 Stupid company. 3 Actor. 5 Company. But hast thou yet latch'd1 the Athenian's eyes 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. Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me. Would he have stolen away 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, 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? O! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake. An adder did it; for with doubler tongue 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, 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: Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.' Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! [Exit. 1 Mistake. 2 Love-sick. 3 Countenance. |