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I_jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, 2
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob Zo
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. 5 O
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And “tailor’ cries, and falls into a cough ;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But, room, fairy ! here comes Oberon.

Fai. And here my mistress. Would that he were gone

Enter, from one side, OBFRON, with his train ; from the other,

TITANIA, with hers.

Obe. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. * 6o Tita. What, jealous Oberon Fairies, skip hence: I have forsworn his bed and company. Obe. Tarry, rash wanton : am not I thy)lord? Tita. Then I must be thy, lady; but I know When thou hast stolen away from fairy land, And in the shape of Corin sat all day, Playing on pipes of corn and versing love To amorous Phillida. Why art thou) here, Come from the farthest steppe of India? But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, e 7o Your buskin’d mistress and your warrior love, To Theseus must be wedded, and you, COIsle To give their bed joy and prosperity. Obe. How canst thou thus for shame, Titania, Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, Knowing I know thy love to Theseus 2 / Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night

From Perigenia, whom he ravished 2
And make him with fair AEgle break his faith,
With Ariadne and Antiopa P 8o
Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle Summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook, _2^
Or in the beached margent of the sea, ~
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb’d our Sport,
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck’d up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land 9 O
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere; his youth attain’d a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill’d up with mud,
And the quaint mazès in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable: | O O.
The human mortals...want their winter here ;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound :
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds I O
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which :
And this same progeny of evils comes

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I'll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here 2 I am invisible;
And I will overhear their conference.

Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him.

Dem. I love thee aot, therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. I go Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood; And here am I, and wood within this wood, Because I cannot- meet my Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant: But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you. Dem. Do I entice you ? do I speak you fair : Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth 2OO Tell you, I do not, nor. I cannot love you? Hel. And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel; and, T)emetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love, And yet a place of high respect with me, Than to be used as you use your dog 2 I O Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit, For I am sick when I do look on thee. Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you. Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much, To leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not; To trust the opportunity of night And the ill counsel of a desert place With the rich worth of your virginity. C

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