SONG. 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong; Chorus. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby. II. 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence: Beetles black, approach not near; Chorus. Philomel, with melody, &c. 1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well: One, aloof, stand sentinel. [Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps. Enter Oberon. Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, [squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. Do it for thy true love take; Love, and languish for his sake: Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Pard, or boar with bristled hair, Wake, when some vile thing is near. [Exit. Enter Lysander and Hermia. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: 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, Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. innocence; Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my Her. Lysander riddles very prettily:-- Such separation, as, may well be said, Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid: Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! press'd! Enter Puck. Puck. Through the forest have I gone, On whose eyes I might approve Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground Pretty soul! she durst not lie For I must now to Oberon. Enter Demetrius and Helena, running. [Exit. Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Deme trius. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. [Exit Demetrius. Hel. O, I am out of breath, in this fond chace! For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet sake. [Waking. Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word Is that vile name, to perish on my sword! Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent The tedious minutes I with her have spent. Not Hermia, but Helena I love: Who will not change a raven for a dove? And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? That I did never, no, nor never can, Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, But fare you well: perforce I must confess, [Exit. Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep thou there; And never may'st thou come Lysander near! The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; |