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There sleeps Titania, some time of the Night,
Lulld in these Flowers, with Dances and Delight;
And there the Snake throws her enammeld skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a Fairy in:
And with the Juice of this I'll streak her Eyes,
And make her full of hateful Fantafies.
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 efpies
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 the upon her Love ;
And look you meet me e'er the firft Cock crow.
Puck. Fear not my Lord, your Servant shall do so. (Exit.

Enter Queen of Fairies, with her Train.
Queen. Come, now a Roundel, and a Fairy Song:
Then for the third Part of a Minute hence,
Some to kill Kankers in the Musk-Rose Buds,
Some war with Reremise for their leathern Wings,
To make my small Elves Coats, and some keep back
The clamorous Owl that nightly hoots, atid wonders
At our queint Spirits. Sing me now asleep,
Then to your offices, and let me rest.

Fairies Sing
Yon spotted Snakes with double Tongue,
Thorny Hedgehog's be net seen,
Newts and blind Worms do no wrong,
Come not near our Fairy Queen.
Philomel with Melody,
Sing in your sweet Lullaby,
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lallaby
Never barn, nor spell, nor charm,
Come our lovely Lady nigh,
So good night with Lullaby.
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2. Fairy
Weaving Spiders come not here;
Hence you long leg'd Spinners, hence :
Beetles black approach not near,
Worm nor Snail do no Offence.
Philomel with Melody, &c.

1. Fairy.
Hence away; now all is well:
One aloof, stand Centinel.

[Exeunt Fairies,
Enter Oberon,
Obe. What thou feeft 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 that shall appear;
Wh. n thou wak’st, it is thy Dear;
Wake when some vile Thing is near.

[Exit Oberon.
Enter Lysander and Hermia.
Lyf. Fair Lave, you faint with wandring in the Woods;
And to speak troth, I have forgot our Way:
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
Aud tarry for the Comfort of the Day.

Her. Be it fo, Lysander; find you out a Bed,
For I upon this Bank will rest my Head.

Lyf. One Turf Ahall serve as Pillow for us both,
One Heart, one Bed, two Bosoms, and one Troth.

Her. Nay good Lysander, for my Sake, my Dear,
Lye further off yet, do not lye fo near.

Lys. 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 interchanged with an Oath,
So then two Bosoms, and a single Troth:
Then by your S:de no Bed-room me deny
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lye.

Her. Lysander riddles very prettily;
Now much helhrew my Manners, and my Pride,
If Hermia meant to say, Lyfander ly'd.

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But gentle Friend, for Love and Curtesie
Lye further off in human Modesty;
Such Separation as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous Batchelor, and a Maid;
So far be distant, and good night sweet Friend,
Thy Love ne'er alter 'till thy sweet Life end.

Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair Prayer say I,
And then end Life when I end Loyalty:
Here is thy Bed, Sleep give thee all his Reft.
Her. With half that Wilh, the Wilhers Eyes be prest.

[They seep.
Enter Puck.
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 found
On the dank and dirty Ground
Pretty Soul, she durst not lye
Near this Lack-love, this kill Curtefie.
Churl, upon thy Eyes I throw
All the Power this Charm doth owe:
When thou wak’ft, let Love forbid
Sleep his Seat on thy Eye-lid:
So awake when I am gone,
For I must now to Oberon,

[Exit.
Enter Demetrius and Helena running.
Hel. Stay, tho' thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
Dem. I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus.
Hel. O wilt thou Darling leave me? Do not so.
Dem. Stay on thy Peril

, 1 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, wheresoe'er she lyes;
For the hath blessed and attra&tive Eyes.
How came her Eyes so bright? Not with salt Tears ;
If so, my Eyes are oftner wash'd than hers:

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Sword to kill himself, which the Ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?

Snout, Berlaken, a parlous Fear.

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 Piramus 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 tiem out of fear,

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.

$nowt. Will not the Ladies be afeard of the Lion? Star. I fear it, I promise you.

Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your selves; to bring in, God Thield 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 it.

Snowt. Therefore another Prologue must tell he is not a Lion.

Bot. Nay, you must name his Name, and half his Face must be feen through the Lion's Neck, and he himself must Spcak through, saying thus, or to the same defect; Ladies, or fair Ladies, I would with you, or I would request you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to tremble; my Life for yours; if

you

think I come!hither as a Lion, it 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.

Quin. Well, it shall be so; but there is two hard Things, that is, to bring the Moon-light into a Chamber; for you know Pyramus and Thisby meet by Moon-light.

Snug. Doth the Moon shine that Night we play our Play?

Bot. A Calender, a Calender, look in the Almanack; find out Moon-shine, find out Moon-fhine.

Quin. Yes, it loth shine that Night. Bor. Why then may you leave a Casement of the great +

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Chamber Window, where we play, open, and the Moon may shine in at the Calement.

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 through the Chink of a Wall.

Snug. You can never bring in a Wall. What fay you Bottom?

Bor. Some Man or other must present Wall, and let him have some Plaster, or some Lome, or fome Rough-caft about him, to signify Wall, or let him hold his Fingers thus ; and through the Cranny hall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down every Mother's Son, and rehearse your Parts. Pyramns you begin; when you have spoken your Speech enter into that Brake, and so every one according to his Cue.

Enter Puck.
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;
An A&or too perhaps, if I see Cause.

Quin. Speak Pyramus; Thisby stand forth.
Pyr. Thisby, the Flowers of odious Savour's sweet.
Ouin. Odours, Odouis.

Pyr. Odours favors sweet,
So that thy Breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
But hark, a Voice; stay thou but here a while,
And by and by I will to thee appear.

[Exit Pyr. Puck. A Stranger Pyramus than e'er plaid here. This. Must I speak now?

Quin. Ay marry must you; for you must understand he goes but to see a Noise that he heard, and is to come again.

This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lilly white of Hue,
Of Colour like the red Role on triumphant Bryer,
Most brisky Juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,
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

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