Queen. I pray thee, gentle Mortal, fing again, And thy fair Virtues force (perforce) doth move me. Bot. Methinks, Miftrefs, you should have little Reason for that: And yet, to fay the truth, Reafon and Love keep litt Company together, now a-days. The more the pity, that fome honeft Neighbours will not make them Friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occafion. Queen. Thou art as Wife as thou art Beautiful. Bot. Not fo neither: But if I had Wit enough to get out The Summer ftill doth tend upon my State, I'll give thee Fairies to attend on thee; And they shall fetch thee Jewels from the Deep, And fing, while thou on preffed Flowers doth fleep: That thou shalt like an airy Spirit go. Enter Peafebloffom, Cobweb, Moth, Muftardfee d, and four Fairies. 1 Fair. Ready. 2 Fair. And I. 3 Fair. And I, 4 Fair. And I, Where fhall we go? Queen. Be kind and courteous to this Gentleman. I Fair. Fair. Hail Mortal, Hail. 2 Fair. Hail. 3 Fair. Hail. Bot. I cry your Worship's Mercy heartily, I beseech your Worship's Name. Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I fhall defire of you more Acquaintance, good Mafter Cobweb; if I cut my Finger, I fhall make bold with you. Your Name, honeft Gentleman ? Peaf. Peafebloffom. Bot. I pray you commend me to Mistress Squash your Mother, and to Mafter Peafecod your Father. Good Mafter Peafebloom, I fhall defire of you more Acquaintance too. Your Name, I beseech you, Sir? Muf. Mustardfeed. Bot. Good Mafter Mustardfeed, I know your Patience well: That fame cowardly Giant-like Ox-beef hath devour'd many a Gentleman of your Houfe. I promise you, your Kindred hath made my Eyes water e'er now. I defire more of your Acquaintance, good Mafter Mustardfeed. Queen. Come wait upon him, lead him to my Bower. And when the weeps, weep every little Flower, Tye up my Lover's Tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt. Ob. I wonder if Titania be awak'd: Then what it was that next came in her Eye, Enter Puck. Here comes my Mcffenger: How now mad Spirit, Forfook For fook his Scene, and entred in a Brake, And forth my Mimick comes; When they him fpy, And at our ftamp here o'er and o'er one falls; And left fweet Pyramus translated there: Ob. Stand clofe, this is the fame Athenian. Her. Now I but chide, but I fhould ufe thee worfes If thou haft flain Lyfander in his fleep. Being o'er Shoes in Blood, plunge in the deep, and kill me too. The Sun was not fo true unto the Day As he to me, Would he have ftollen away From fleeping Hermia? I'll believe as foon This whole Earth may be bor'd, and that the Moon A 2 It cannot be but thou haft murder'd him, Dem. So fhould the Murtherer look, and fo fhould I, Her. What's this to my Lyfander? Where is he? Ah good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Dem. I'd rather give his Carkafs to my Hounds. Oh! once tell true, and even for my fake, Nor is he dead for ought that I can tell. Her. I pray thee tell me then that he is well. And from thy hated Prefence part I. See me no more, [Exit Dem. There is no following her in this fierce Vein, Here therefore for à while I will remain. So Sorrows heavinefs doth heavier grow : [Lies down. Some true Love turn'd, and not a falfe turn'd true. Puck. Then Fate o'er-rules, that one Man holding Troth A Million fail, confounding Oath on Oath. Ob. About the Wood go fwifter than the Wind, And Helena of Athens fee thou find. All Fancy-fick he is, and pale of Cheer, With fighs of Love, that cofts the fresh Blood dear; I'll charm his Eyes against the doth appear. Swifter than Arrow from the Tartar's Bow. Ob. Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's Archery, Enter Puck. Puck. Captain of our Fairy Band, And the Youth mistook by me, Shall we their fond Pageant fee? Ob. Stand afide: The noise they make Puck. Then will two at once woo one; That must needs be Sport alone. And those things do beft please me, That befal prepofterously. Enter Lyfander and Helena. [Exit. Lyf. Why should you think that I should woo in fcorn? Scorn and Derifion never come in Tears. Look when I vow, I weep, and Vows fo born, How can these things in me feem Scorn to you? Hel. You do advance your Cunning more and more, Lyf |