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Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
[Lies down, Puck. On the ground
To your eye,
When thou wak'st,
In the sight
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be
[Exit Puck.-DEM. Hel. &c. sleep.
Enter TITANIA and Bortom, Fairies attending ;:
OBERON behind unseen.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,?
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.Where's. monsieur Cobweb?
Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur; get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.--Where's monsieur Mustard-seed ?
Bot. Give me your neif,8 monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.
Must. What's your will ?.
Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face:
and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my
sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick: let us have the tongs and the bones.
Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.
Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upen.me.
Tita. Sleep thou, and I' will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Gently entwist,- the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. , how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
OBERON advances. Enter Puck.
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers:;:
[Touching her eyes with an herb.
Hath such force and blessed power.
Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
How came these things to pass ? O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe.
a while. --Robin, take off this head... "Titania, musick call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep, of all these five the sense.
Tita. Musick, ho! musick; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own
fool's eyes peep Obe. Sound, musick. [Still musick.] Come, my
queen, take hands with me,
Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark;
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight,
[Horns sound within. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, Egeus, and train..
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
hounds. Uncouple in the western valley; go :