Never so little show of love to her, Thou shalt aby it. Lys. Now she holds me not; Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right, Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. Dem. Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole. [Exeunt Lysander and Demetrius. Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: Nay, go not back. Hel. I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Her. I am amazed, and know not what to say. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. As this their jangling I esteem a sport. 340 [Exit. [Exit. Obe. Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight: The starry welkin cover thou anon As one come not within another's way. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, 350 360 To take from thence all error with his might, Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision, With league whose date till death shall never end. I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy; From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fear lest day should look their shames upon, I with the morning's love have oft made sport, Puck. Here comes one. Re-enter LYSANDER. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? now. 370 380 390 [Exit. 400 speak thou Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? Lys. I will be with thee straight. Puck. To plainer ground. Dem. Follow me, then, [Exit Lysander, as following the voice. Re-enter DEMETRIUS. Lysander! speak again : Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child; I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled That draws a sword on thee. Dem. Yea, art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here. Re-enter LYSANDER. Lys. He goes before me and still dares me on: When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I: I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, 410 [Exeunt. And here will rest me. [Lies down.] Come, thou gentle day! For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite. Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRius. Puck. Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not? Puck. Come hither: I am here. [Sleeps. 421 Dem. Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by daylight see: Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me کھا 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, 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 Gentle lover, remedy. [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. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. The same. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA lying asleep. 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, Bot. Where's Peaseblossom? 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 |