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Her. Never fo weary, never fo in Woe,
Bedabbled with the Dew, and torn with Briars,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My Legs can keep no Pace with my Defires:
Here will I reft me 'till the Break of Day;

Heav'ns fhield Lyfander, if they mean a Fray. [Lyes down.
Puck. On the Ground fleep found,

I'll apply to your Eye, gentle Lover, remedy.

[Squeezing the Juice on Lylander's Eye.

When thou wak'ft thou tak'ft

True Delight in the Sight of former Lady's Eye,

And the Country Proverb known,

That every Man fhould take his own,

In your waking fhall be known.

Jack fhall have fill, naught fhall go ill,

The Man fhall have his Mare again, and all be well. [E. Puck.

A CT IV.

[They fleep.

SCENE I.

Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and the

Queen. Co

King behind them.

Ome, fit thee down upon this flowry Bed,
While I thy amiable Cheeks do coy,

And stick Musk Rofes in thy fleek-fmooth Head,

And kifs thy fair large Ears, my gentle Joy.

Bot. Where's Peafebloffom?

Pease. Ready.

Bot. Scratch my Head, Peafebloffom. Where's Monfieur Cobweb?

Cob. Ready.

Bot. Monfieur Cobweb, good Monfieur get your Weapons in your Hand, and kill me a red-hipt Humble-Bee on the Top of a Thistle, and good Monfieur bring me the Honey-bag. Do not fret your felf too much in the Action, Monfieur; and good Monfieur have a Care the Honey-bag break not; I would be loth to have you overflown with a Honey-bag, Signior. Where's Monfieur Mustardfeed? Muft. Ready.

Bot.

Bot. Give me your News, Monfieur Mustard; Pray you leave your Curtefie, good Monfieur. Muft. What's your Will?

Bot. Nothing, good Monfieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to fcratch. I muft to the Barbers, Monfieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the Face. And I am fuch a tender Afs, if my Hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

Queen. What, wilt thou hear fome Mufick, my fweet Love?

Bot. I have a reasonable good Ear in Mufick. Let us have the Tongs and the Bones.

Mufick Tongs, Rural Mufick.

Queen. Or fay, fweet Love, what thou defir'ft to eat. Bot. Truly a Peck of Provender; I would munch your good dry Oats. Methinks I have a great Defire 'to a Bottle of Hay: Good Hay, fweet Hay hath no Fellow.

Queen. I have a venturous Fairy That fhall feek the Squirrels Hoard,

And fetch thee new Nuts.

Bot. I had rather have a handful of dried Peafe. But I pray you let none of your People ftir me, I have an Expofition of Sleep come upon me.

Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my Arms; Fairies be gone, and be always away:

So doth the Woodbine the fweet Hony-fuckle

Gently entwift; the female Ivy fo

Enrings the barky Fingers of the Elm.

O how I love thee! how I dote on thee!

Enter Puck.

Ob. Welcome, good Robin;
Seeft thou this fweet Sight?

Her Dotage now I do begin to pity;
For meeting her of late behind the Wood,
Seeking fweet Favours for this hateful Fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her;
For the his hairy Temples then had rounded
With Coronet of fresh and fragrant Flowers,
And that fame Dew which fometime on the Buds
Was wont to fwell like round and orient Pearls,
Stood now within the pretty Flouriets Eyes,

Like Tears that did their own Difgrace bewail.
When I had at my Pleasure taunted her,
And the in mild Terms begg'd my Patience,
I then did ask of her, her changeling Child,
Which straight she gave me, and her Fairy fent.
To bear him to my Bower in Fairy Land;
And now I have the Boy, I will undo
This hateful Imperfe&ion of her Eyes:
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed Scalp
From off the Head of this Athenian Swain;
That he awaking when the others do,

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May all to Athens back again repair,
And think no more of this Night's Accidents,
But as the fierce Vexation of a Dream.
But first I will releafe the Fairy Queen.

Be thou as thou waft wont to be;
See as thou waft wont to fee:
Dian's Bud, or Cupid's Flower,

Hath fuch Force and bleffed Power.

Now, my Titania wake you my fweet Queen.
Queen. My Oberon! what Vifions have I feen!
Methought I was enamoured of an Ass.
Ob. There lies your Love.

Queen. How came thefe Things to pass?
Oh how mine Eyes do loath this Vifage now!
Ob. Silence a while; Robin take off his Head:
Titiana, Mufick call, and ftrike more dead
Than common Sleep. Of all thefe find the Senfe.
Queen. Mufick, ho Mufick; fuch as charmeth Sleep.
Mufick ftill.

Puck. When thou awak'ft, with thine own Fools Eyes peep:

Ob. Sound Mufick; come my Queen, take Hand with me,
And rock the Ground whereon thefe Sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in Amity,

And will to Morrow Midnight folemnly
Dance in Duke Thefens Houfe triumphantly,
And blefs it to all fair Pofterity:

There fhall thefe Pairs of faithful Lovers be

edded with Thefeus all in Jolity.

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Puck.

Puck. Fair King attend and mark,
I do hear the Morning Lark.

Ob. Then my Queen in Silence fad,
Trip we after the Night's Shade;
We the Globe can compafs fcon,

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Swifter than the wandring Moon.

Queen. Come my Lord, and in our Flight,

Tell me how it came this Night,

That I fleeping here was found,

With thefe Mortals on the Ground.

[Sleepers lye ftill. [Exeunt. [Wind Horns,

Enter Thefeus, Egeus, Hippolita and all his Frain.
Thef. Go one of you, find out the Forester,

For now our Obfervation is perform'd;

And fince we have the vaward of the Day,

My Love fhall hear the Mufick of my Hounds ;
Uncouple in the Western Valley, let them go,
Dispatch I fay, and find the Forester,

We will, fair Queen, up to the Mountain's Top,
And mark the Mufical Confufion

Of Hounds, and Eccho in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a Wood of Creet they bay'd the Bear
With Hounds of Sparta; never did I hear
Such gallant Chiding. For befides the Groves,
The Skies, the Fountains, every Region near,
Seem'd all one mutual Cry. I never heard
So mufical a Discord, such sweet Thunder.
Thef. My Hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, fo fanded, and their Heads are hung
With Ears that fweep away the Morning Dew;
Crook-kneed, and Dew-lapt, like Theffalian Bulls,
Slow in purfuit, but match'd in Mouth like Bells,
Each under each. A Cry more tuneable
Was never hallow'd to, nor cheer'd with Horn,
In Creet, in Sparta, nor in Theffaly:

Judge when you hear. But foft, what Nymphs are these?
Ege. My Lord, this is my Daughter here asleep,

And this Lyfander, this Demetrius is,

This Helena, old Nedar's Helena ;

I wonder of this being here together,

Thef

Thef. No doubt they rofe up early, to obferve
The right of May, and hearing our Intent,
Came here in grace of our Solemnity,
But fpeak Egens, is not this the Day

That Hermia fhould give Anfwer of her Choice?
Ege. It is, my Lord.

Thef. Go bid the Huntsmen wake them with their Horns.
Horns, and they wake. Shout within, they all fart up.
Thef. Good Morrow Friends; Saint Valentine is paft:
Begin these Wood-birds but to couple now?
Lyf. Pardon, my Lord.

Thef. I pray you all stand up:
I know you two are Rival Enemies.
How comes this gentle Concord in the World,
That Hatred is fo far from Jealoufy,
To fleep by Hate, and fear no Enmity?
Lyf My Lord, I fhall reply amazedly,
Half fleep, half waking. But as yet I fwear,
I cannot truly fay how I came here:
But as I think, (for truly would I fpeak.)
And now I do bethink me, fo it is;

I came with Hermia hither. Our Intent

Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be
Without the Peril of the Athenian Law.

Ege. Enough, enough, my Lord, you have enough;
I beg the Law, the Law, upon his Head:

They would have ftoll'n away, they would, Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated
and me,

you

You of your Wife, and me of my Confent;

Of my Confent that the fhould be your Wife.

Dem. My Lord, fair Helen told me of their Stealth, Of this their Purpose hither to the Wood,

And I in Fury hither follow'd them

Fair Helena in Fancy follow'd me:

But, my good Lord, I wot not by what Power,

But by fome Power it is, my Love

To Hermia, melted as the Snow,

Seems to me now as the Remembrance of an idle Gaude,
Which in my Childhood I did doat upon:

And all the Faith, the Virtue of my Heart,
The Object and the Pleasure of mine Eye,

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