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Long. I'll stay with patience ; but the time Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet is long

love three years. But, most esteemed greatMar. The liker you; few taller are so young. ness, will you hear the dialogue that the two Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on learned men have compiled in praise of the me ;

owl and the cuckoo? it should have followed Behold the window of my heart, mine eye, in the end of our show. What humble suit attends thy answer there : King. Call them forth quickly ; we will do Impose some service on me for thy love. Arm. Holloa! approach.

(so. Ros. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron, Re-enter Holofernes, Nathaniel, Moth, Before I saw you ; and the world's large

Costard, and others. tongue

This side is Hiems, winter ; this Ver, the Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks, spring; the one maintained by the owl, the Full of comparisons and wounding flouts, other by the cuckoo. Ver, begin. Which you on all estates will execute That lie within the mercy of your wit. (brain,

SONG. To weed this wormwood from your fruitful Spring. When daisies pied, and violets blue, And therewithal to win me, if you please,

And lady-smocks all silver-white, (Without the which I am not to be won,)

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, You shall this twelvemonth terni, from day to Do paint the meadows with delight, day,

The cuckoo then, on every tree, Visit the speechless sick, and still converse Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, With groaning wretches; and your task shall

Cuckoo; With all the fierce endeavour of your wit (be,

Cuckoo, cuckoo,--0, word of fear !
To enforce the pained impotent to smile. Unpleasing to a married car.

Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat
It cannot be ; it is impossible : (of death? When shepherd's pipe on oaten straws,
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony. (spirit,

And merry larks are ploughmen's Ros. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing

clocks, Whose influence is begot of that loose grace

When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools :

And maidens bleach their summer A jest's prosperity lies in the ear

smocks, Of him that hears it, never in the tongue

The cuckoo then, on every tree, Of him that makes it : then, if sickly ears,

Mocks married men : for thus sings he, Deafd with the clamours of their own dear

Cuckoo; groans,

Cuckoo, cuckoo,-0, word of fear!
Will hear your idle scorns, continue them, Unpleasing to a married ear.
And I will have you and that fault withal ;
But if they will not; throw away that spirit,

Winler. When icicles hang by the wall,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,

And Dick the shepherd blows

nail, Right joyful of your reformation.

And Tom bcars logs into the hall, Biron. A twelvemonth! well, befall what And milk comes frozen home in pail, will befall,

When blood is nippid, and ways be foul, I'U jest a twelvemonth in a hospital.

Then nightly sings the staring owl, Prin. [To the King.) Ay, sweet my lord ;

To-who; and so I take my leave.

To-whit, to-who, a merry note, King. No, madam : we will bring you on

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. your way.

old play ; When all aloud the wind doth blow, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an And coughing drowns the parson's saw, Jack hath not Jill ; these ladies' courtesy, And birds sit brooding in the snow, Might well have made our sport a comedy.

And Marian's nose looks red and raw, King. Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth

When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, And then 'twill end.

(and a day,

Then nightly sings the staring owl,
That's too long for a play.

To-who ;
Enter Armado.

To-whit, to-who, a merry note,
Arm. Sweet majesty, vouchsafe me, —

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. Prin. Was not that Hector ? Dum. The worthy knight of Troy.

Arm. The words of Mercury are harsh after Arm. I will kiss thy royal finger, and take the songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this leave. I am a votary ; 'I have vowed tol way.



} in love with Hermia.


DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Theseus, Duke of Athens.

Oberon, King of the Fairies. Egeus, Father to Hermia.

Titania, Queen of the Fairies. Lysander,

Puck, or Robin-Goodfellow. Demetrius,

Peas-Blossom, Philostrate, Master of the Revels to Theseus. Cobweb,

Fairies. Quince, a Carpenter.

Moth, Snug, a Joiner.

Mustard-seed, Bottom, a Weaver.

Pyramus, Flute, a Bellows-mender.


Wall, Snout, a Tinker.

Characters in the Interlude Starveling, a Tailor.


performed by the clowns. Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed Lion,

to Theseus. Hermia, in love with Lysander.

Other Fairies attending their King and Queen. Helena, in love with Demetrius.

Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. SCENE, -Athens; and a Wood not far from it.


This man hath my consent to marry her.

Stand forth, Lysander ;-and, my gracious SCENE 1.-Athens. A Room in the Palace of


(child :Theseus.

This man hath 'witch'd the bosom of my Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, and Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her Attendants.

rhymes, The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour And interchang'd love-tokens with my child : Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, Another moon : but, oh, methinks how slow With feigning voice, verses of feigning love ; This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires And stol'n th' impression of her fantasy Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conLong withering out a young man's revenue. ceits,

(sengers Hip. Four days will quickly steep them- Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats ; messelves in nights ;

Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth : Four nights will quickly dream away the time : With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's And then the moon, like to a silver bow

heart ; New bent in heaven, shall behold the night Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, Of our solemnities.

To stubborn harshness :-and, my gracious The. Go, Philostrate,

Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Be it so she will not here before your grace
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth : Consent to marry with Demetrius,
Turn melancholy forth to funerals, – I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;
The pale companion is not for our pomp.- As she is mine, I may dispose of her :

[Exit Philostrate. Which shall be either to this gentleman,
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, Or to her death, according to our law
And won thy love, doing thee injuries ; Immediately provided in that case.
But I will wed ihee in another key,

The. What say you, Hermia ? be advis d,
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. fair maid :
Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and To you, your father should be as a god ;

One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned To whom you are but as a form in wax, (one duke !

(with thee? By him imprinted, and within his power The. Thanks, good Egeus : what's the news To leave the figure, or disfigure it. Ege. Full of vexation come I, with com- Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. plaint

Her. So is Lysander. Against my child, my daughter Hermia.- The.

In himself he is ; Stand forth, Demetrius.—My noble lord, But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice,

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The other must he held the worthier.

The. I must confess that I have heard so Her. I would my father look'd but with my much,

(thereof; eyes.

And with Demetrius thought to have spoke The. Rather, your eyes must with his judg- But, being over-full of self-affairs, ment look.

My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come ; Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. And come, Egeus : you shall go with me, I know not by what power I am made bold, I have some private schooling for you both. Nor how it may concern my modesty, For you, fair Hermia, look you arn yourself In such a presence here to plead my thoughts: To fit your fancies to your father's will ; But I beseech your grace, that I may know

Or else the law of Athens yields you up. The worst that may befall me in this case, (Which by no means we may extenuate) If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

To death, or to a vow of single life. -The. Either to die the death, or to abjure Come, my Hippolyta : what cheer, my love ? — For ever the society of men.

Demetrius, and Egeus, go along : Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires : 1 must employ you in some business Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Against our nuptial; and confer with you Whether, if you yield not to your father's Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. choice,

Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. You can endure the livery of a nun; (Exeunt Thes., Hip., Ege., Dem., and train. For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, Lys. How now, my love! Why is your To live a barren sister all your life, (moon. cheek so pale? Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless How chance the roses there to fade so fast ? Thrice blessed they, that master so their Her. Belike, for want of rain, which I could blood,

well To undergo such maiden pilgrimage : Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. But earthlier happy is the rose distillid, Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could Than that which, withering on the virgin Could ever hear by tale or history, (read, thorn,

The course of true love never did run smooth Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. But, either it was different in blood,

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

low ! Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke Lys. Or else misgraffèd in respect of years, My soul consents not to give sovereignty. Her. Ospite ! too old to be engag'd to Tke. Take time to pause ; and, by the


[friends, next new moon,

Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me Her. O hell! to choose love by another's For everlasting bond of fellowship,) L'pon that day either prepare to die

Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, For disobedience to your father's will. War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would ; Making it momentary as a sound, Or on Diana's altar to protest,

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; For ave, austerity and single life.

Brief as the lightning in the collied night, Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia :--and, Ly-That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and sander, yield

earth, Thy crazed title to my certain right.

And ere a man hath power to say, -Behold ! Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius ; The jaws of darkness do devour it up : Lei me have Hermia's : do you marry him. So quick bright things come to confusion. Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hạth my Her. If, then, true lovers have been ever love ;

It stands as an edict in destiny : (cross'd, And what is mine my love shall render him ; Then let us teach our trial patience, And she is mine, and all my right of her

Because it is a customary cross, [sighs, I do estate unto Demetrius

As due to love as thoughts, and dreams, and Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. As well possess'd ; my love is more than his ; Lys. A good persuasion : therefore, hear Mly fortunes every way as fairly rank d,

me, Hermia. If not with vantage, as. Demetrius' ;

I have a widow aunt, a dowager ånd, which is more than all these boasts can Of great revenue, and she hath no child : I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia :

From Athens is her house remote seven Why should not I, then, prosecute my right? leagues ; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, (be, And she respects me as her only son. Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee ; And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, And to that place the sharp Athenian law Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

Cannot pursue us.

If thou lov'st me, then, L'pon this spotted and inconstant man. Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;

eye !

And in the wood, a league without the town, And thence from Athens turn away our eyes, Where I did meet thee once with Helena, To seek new friends and stranger companies. To do observance to a morn of May,

Farewell, sweet playfellow : pray thou for us ; There will I stay for thee.

And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !Her.

My good Lysander! Keep word, Lysander : we must starve our I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow ;

sight By his best arrow with the golden head ; From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight. By the simplicity of Venus' doves ;

Lys. I will, my Hermia.--Exit Herm.) By that which knitteth souls and prospers Helena, adieu : loves,

[queen, As you on him, Demetrius dote on you ! And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage

[Exit. When the false Trojan under sail was seen; Hel. How happy some, o'er other some By all the vows that ever men have broke,

can be ! In number more than ever women spoke :- Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. In that same place thou hast appointed me, But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so ; To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. He will not know, what all but he do know. Lys. Keep promise, love. Look, here And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, comes Helena.

So I, admiring of his qualities.
Enter Helena.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Her. God speed fair Helena ! Whither Love can transpose to form and dignity : away?

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. mind; Demetrius loves your fair : 0 happy fair ! And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind : Your eyes are lode-stars ; and your tongue's Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste : Sweet air

Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, And therefore is Love said to be a child, When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds Because in choice he is so oft beguild. appear.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, Sickness is catching : 0, were favour so, So the boy Love is perjur'd every where : Yours would I catch, fair Hermia ! ere I go; For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, My car should catch your voice, my eye your He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine : eye,

(melody ; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight : The rest I'll give to be to you translated. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, O, teach me how you look; and with what art Pursue her; and for this intelligence You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart ! If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:

Her. Í frown upon him, yet he loves me still. But herein mean I to enrich my pain, Hel. O that your frowns would teach my To have his sight thither and back again. smiles such skill !

(Exit. Her, I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Hel. O that my prayers could such affec-|SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in a Cottage. tion move!


Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, Her. The more I hate, the more he follows

and Starveling Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. Quin. Is all our company here? Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. Bot. You were best to call them generally,

Hel. None, but your beauty : would that man by man, according to the scrip. fault were mine!

(my face ; Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's Her. Take comfort : he no miore shall see name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, Lysander and myself will fly this place. to play in our interlude before the duke and Before the time I did Lysander see,

the duchess on his wedding-day at night. Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me :

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, play treats on; then read the names of the That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell ! actors; and so grow to a point.

Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfoid: Quin. Marry, our play is—The most laTo-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold mentable comedy, and most cruel death of Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,

Pyramus and Thisby. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure (A time that lovers' Hights doth still conceal,) you, and a merry.- Now, good Peter Quince, Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. call forth your actors by the scroll : Masters, Her. And in the wood where often you and I spread yourselves.

(the weaver. Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Quin. Answer, as I call you.-Nick Bottom, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, Bot. Ready. Name what part I am for, and There my Lysander and myself shall meet; I proceed.

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Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for have no more discretion but to hang us; but Pyramus.

I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant? you as gently as any sucking cove; I will roar

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gal- you an 'twere any nightingale. lantly for love.

Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus ; Bot. That will ask some tears in the true for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper performing of it: if I do it, let the audience man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a look to their eyes; I will move storms, I will most lovely, gentleman-like man: therefore, condole in some measure. To the rest :-yet you must needs play Pyramus. my chief humour is for a tyrant: I could play Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to were I best to play it in? make all split.

Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw· The raging rocks

colour beard, your orange-tawny beard, your And shivering shocks Shall break the locks

purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown

colour beard, your perfect yellow.
Of prison-gates;
And Phibbus' car

Quin. Some of your French crowns have no
Shall shine from far,

hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced.

-But, masters, here are your parts : and I am
And make and mar
The foolish fates.'

to entreat you, request you, and desire you,

to con them by to-morrow night ; and meet This was lofty !-Now name the rest of the me in the palace wood, a mile without the players.

(more condoling town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse : This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein ;-a lover is for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogged

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. with company, and our devices known. In Fix. Here, Peter Quince.

the mean time, I will draw a bill of properties, Quin. You must take Thisby on you. such as cur play wants. I pray you, fail me Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? not. Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Bot. We will meet ; and there we may reFlu. Nay, faith, let not me play a woman; hearse more obscenely, and courageously. I have a beard coming.

Take pains; be perfect ; adieu. Ouin. That's all one : you shall play it in a Quin. At the duke's oak we meet. mask, and you may speak as small as you will. Bot. Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings. Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play

[Exeunt. Thisby too : I'll speak in a monstrous little Foice ; – Thisne, Thisne' .. Ah, Pyramus,

ACT II, my lover dear! thy Thisby dear, and Lady dear!

SCENE I.-A Wood near Athens. Quir. No, no : you must play Pyramus : Enter a Faily on one side, and Puck on the and, Flute, you Thisby.

other. Bot. Well, proceed. Oxir, Robin Starveling, the tailor.

Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander Star. Here, Peter Quince.

Fai. Over hill, over dale,

(you ? Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play

Thorough bush, thorough brier, Thisby's mother.- Tom Snout, the tinker.

Over park, over pale,
Snout. Here, Peter Quince.

Thorough flood, thorough fire,
Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, I do wander everywhere,
Thisby's father :-Snug, the joiner, you the Swifter than the moon's sphere ;
lion's part :--and, I hope, here is a play fitted. And I serve the fairy queen,

Saug. Have you the lion's part written ? To dew her orbs upon the green : pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; study.

(nothing but roaring. In their gold coats spots you see ; Qain. You may do it extempore, for it is Those be rubies, fairy favours, Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar,

In those freckles live their savours : that I will do any man's heart good to hear I must go seek some dew-drops here, me; I will roar, that I will make the duke And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. say, 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.' Farewell, thou lob of spirits ; I'll be gone :

Qain. An you should do it too terribly, Our queen and all her elves come here anon. you would fright the duchess and the ladies, Puck. The king doth keep his revels here that they would shriek ; and that were enough to-night : to hang us all.

(son. Take heed the queen come not within his sight; All. That would hang us, every mother's For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should Because that she, as her attendant, hath fright the ladies out of their wits, they would | A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king i

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