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At our quaint spirits :9 Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices, and let me rest.
1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;
Neuts,' and blind-worms,2 do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen:
CHORUS. Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby ;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby :
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
II. 2 Fai.
Wearing spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners hence:
Beetles black, approach not near ;
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, &c.
1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well :
One, aloof, stand sentinel.
[Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps.
Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake,
[Squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eye-lids. 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
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
Wake, when some vile thing is near.
Enter LYSANDER and Hermia.
Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering 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 it so, Lysander : find you out a bed, For I upon this bank will rest my head.
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, , Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. I
heart unto yours is knit;
So that but one heart we can 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 lie.
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :-
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie 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 !
Lys. 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
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found 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 sounds,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
this charm doth owe : 4
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.
So awake, when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon..
Enter Demetrius and HELENA, running.
Hel. “Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
Dem I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me
Hel. O, wilt thou darklings leave me? do not so.
Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.
Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my praver, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe’er she lies
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears:
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For beasts that meet me, run away for fear:
Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling.glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ?-
But who is here !--Lysander! on the ground !
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:-
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet
Transparent Helena! Nature here shows 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
$. In the dark
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 ripe not to reason ;
And touching now the poit 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.
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery 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,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well : perforce I must confess,
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit.
Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep thou
And never may’st thou come Lysander near!
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Are hated most of those they did deceive;