To measure out my length on this cold bed. By day's approach look to be visited. [Lies down and sleeps. Re-enter HELENA. Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours! Shine comforts from the east, That I may back to Athens by daylight, From these that my poor company detest: And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. Puck. 431 [Lies down and sleeps. Yet but three? Come one more; Thus to make poor females mad. Re-enter HERMIA. Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers, I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! 440 [Lies down and sleeps. 450 [Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes. When thou wakest, Thou takest True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown: 460 Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. ACT IV. [Exit. SCENE I. The same. The same. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, MUSTARDSEED, and other Fairies attending; OBERON behind unseen. Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, Peas. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. 9 Bot. Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and, good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag / break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed? Mus. Ready. Bot. Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good mounsieur. Mus. What's your will? 20 Bot. Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, mounsieur; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have the tongs and the bones. Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. 32 Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. [Exeunt fairies. 40 O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee ! [They sleep. Enter PUCK. Obe. [Advancing.] Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity: For, meeting her of late behind the wood, I did upbraid her and fall out with her; And that same dew, which sometime on the buds/ or тро 50 When I had at my pleasure taunted her And think no more of this night's accidents But first I will release the fairy queen. Be as thou wast wont to be; See as thou wast wont to see: Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! How came these things to pass? Obe. Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. 80 Tita. Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! [Music, still. Puck. Now, when thou wakest, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity And will to-morrow midnight solemnly Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly And bless it to all fair prosperity: There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Puck. Obe. Tita. Fairy king, attend, and mark : I do hear the morning lark. Then, my queen, in silence sad, We the globe can compass soon, ✓ Come, my lord, and in our flight 90 100 [Exeunt. [Horns winded within. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester; [Exit an Attendant. We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, |