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Never so little show of love to her,
Now she holds me not ;
[Exeunt Lysander and Demetrius.
I will not trust you, I,
[Exit. Her. I am amazed, and know not what to say. [Exit.
Obe. This is thy negligence, still thou mistakest,
Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Obe. Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight : . Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fog as black as Acheron, And lead these testy rivals so astray As one come not within another's way. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; And from each other look thou lead them thus, Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with his might,
Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
Obe. But we are spirits of another sort:
[Exit. Puck. Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down:
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Re-enter LYSANDER. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou
now. Puck. Here, villain ; drawn and ready. Where art thou ?
Lys. I will be with thee straight.
Follow me, then,
Re-enter DEMETRIUS. Dem.
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
410 That draws a sword on thee. Dem.
Yea, art thou there?
day! For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.
[Sleeps. Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS. Puck. Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not? 421
Dem. Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot
Come hither: I am here.
dear, If ever I thy face by daylight see: Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
431 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.
[Lies down and sleeps. Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more;
Two of both kinds makes up four.
Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers,
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!
[Lies down and sleeps. Puck. On the ground
[Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes.
In the sight
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
SCENE I. The same. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA,
and HERMIA lying asleep.
Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB,
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb?
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?.
Bot. Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good mounsieur. Mus. What's your will?