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Puck. Ay, there it is.
06. I pray thee, give it me;
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxslip and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.
There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
Lulld in these flow’rs, from dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enammel?d skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
There with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove;
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
But do it when the next thing he espies
May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man,
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may prove
More fond of her, than she upon his love ;
And look you meet me ere the first cock crow.
Puck, Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. (Exeunt.
Enter queen of fairies, with ber train.
Queen. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song:
Then, 'fore the third part of a minute, hence;
Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats: and some, keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders
At our queint sports. Come, sing me now asleep,
Then to your offices, and let me rest.
Enter Oberon, and anoints her eye-lids.
06. What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true love take,
Love and languish for his sake;
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye what shall appear,
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
Wake when some vile thing is near.
Enter Lysander and Hermia.
. Fair love, you faint with wandring in the wood;
And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way:
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Her. Be’t so, Lysander; find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest
Lyf. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both,
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
Her. Nay, good Lysander, for my fake, my dear,
Lye further off yet, do not lye so near.
Lyf. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence,
Love takes the meaning in love's conference;
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit,
So that but one heart can you make of it:
Two bosoms interchained with an oath,
So then two bosoms, and a single troth:
Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lye.
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily;
Now much beshrew my manners, and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander ly’d!
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lye further off, in human modesty;
Such separation, as, may well be said,
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid ;
So far be distant, and good night, sweet friend;
Thy love ne’er alter, 'till thy sweet life end !
. Amen, amen to that fair prayer, say I,
And then end life when I end loyalty :
Here is my bed; sleep give thee all his rest!
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be prest!
[They sleep. Vol. I.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian find I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love :
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear;
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid:
And here the maiden sleeping sound
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lye
Near to this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the pow'r this charm doth owe:
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake, when I am gone,
For I must now to Oberon.
Enter Demetrius and Helena running.
. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius !
Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
Dem. Stay, on thy peril, I alone will go. [Exit Demetrius,
Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chace;
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wherefoe’er she lyes;
For the hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her
eyes so bright? not with salt tears;
If so, my eyes are oftner wash'd than hers:
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For beasts that meet me run away for fear.
no marvel, though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
with Hermia's sphery eyne?
But who is here? Lysander on the ground !
Dead, or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:
Lyfander, if you live, good sir, awake.
Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet fake. [Waking.
Transparent Helen, nature here shews art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? o, how fit a word
Is that vile name, to perish on my sword !
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so;
What though he love your Hermia ' lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you; then be content.
Lys. Content with Hermia? no: I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent;
Not Hermia, but Helena I love:
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason sway’d,
And reason says, you are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their season ;
So I, being young, ’till now not ripe 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.
. Wherefore was I to this keen mock’ry 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,
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In fuch disdainful manner me to woo :