Things growing are not ripe until their season:
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will

And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's richest book.

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is 't not enough, is 't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,

But you must flout my insufficiency?

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,

In such disdainful manner me to woo.

But fare you well: perforce I must confess

I thought you lord of more true gentleness.

O, that a lady, of one man refused,

Should of another therefore be abused!

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[Exit.

Lys. She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there:
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,

So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,

Of all be hated, but the most of me!

And, all my powers, address your love and might

To honour Helen and to be her knight!

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[Exit.

Per. [Araking.] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy

best

To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!

Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!

Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.

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Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!

What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?

Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? then I well-perceive you are not nigh:
Either death or you I'll find immediately.

[Exit.

ACT III.

SCENE I. The wood. Titania lying asleep.

Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING.

Bot. Are we all met?

Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we will do it in action as we will do it before the duke.

Quin. What sayest thou, bully Bottom?

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?

Snout. By'r lakin, a parlous fear.

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Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.

Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more better assurance, tell them that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them out of fear.

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Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be written in eight and six.

Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight

and eight.

Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? /
Star. I fear it, I promise you.

Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to bring in-God shield us!-a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to look to 't.

Snout.

a lion.

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Therefore another prologue must tell he is not

Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect,-'Ladies,' —or 'Fair ladies,—I would wish you,'-or 'I would request you,'—or 'I would entreat you,—not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, were pity of my life: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.

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Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things; that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight. ɓ

Snout. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?

Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find out moonshine, find out moonshine.

Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

Bot. Why, then may you leave a casement of the great/o chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon may shine in at the casement.

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Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk though the chink of a wall.

Snout. You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?

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Bot. Some man or other must present Wall: and let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake and so every one according to his cue.

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Enter PUCK behind.

(Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,

So near the cradle of the fairy queen?

What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor;

And actor too perhaps, if I see cause.

Quin.

Speak, Pyramus. Thisby stand forth.

Bot. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,-
Quin. Odours, odours.

Bot.

odours savours sweet:

So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile, And by and by I will to thee appear.

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[Exit.

Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here. [Exit.

Quin. Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue, 82 Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,

Flu.

As true as truest horse that yet would never tire, I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.

Quin. Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus enter: your cue is past; it is, 'never tire.'

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Flu. O,-As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.

Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head. Bot. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. masters! fly, masters! Help!

Pray,

Puck.

[Exeunt Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier ✔ Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,

A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; /

And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.

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[Exit.

Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to make me afeard.

Re-enter SNout.

Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?

Bot. What do you see? you see an ass-head of your own, do you?

Re-enter QUINCE.

[Exit Snout.

Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.

[Exit.

this is to make an ass of me;

But I will not stir from this

Bot. I see their knavery: to fright me, if they could. place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.

The ousel cock so black of hue,

With orange-tawny bill,

The throstle with his note so true,

The wren with little quill,

[Sings.

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Tita. [Awaking.] What angel wakes me from my flowery

bed?

Bot. [Sings]

The finch, the sparrow and the lark,

The plain-song cuckoo gray,

Whose note full many a man doth mark,

And dares not answer nay;

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