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The rest I'll give to be to you translated. Bot. You were best to call them generally,
O, teach me how you look; and with what art man by man, according to the scrip.
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's

Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my to play in our interlude before the duke and smiles such skill!

duchess, on his wedding-day at night. Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what Hel. 0, that my prayers could such affection the play treats on ; then read the names of the move!

actors, and so grow to a point. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Quin. Marry,

our play is—The most lamenHel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. table comedy, and most cruel death of PyraHer. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. mus and Thisby. Hel. None, but your beauty; Would that Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure fault were mine!

you, and a merry.--Now, good Peter Quince, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see call forth your actors by the scroll : Masters, my face ;

spread yourselves. Lysander and myself will fly this place.

Quin. Answer as I call you.-Nick Bottom, Before the time I did Lysander see,

the weaver. Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:

Bot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and O then, what graces in my love do dwell, proceed. That he hath turn'd a heaven into hell!

Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Pyramus. To-morrow night when Phoebe doth behold Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant? Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most galDecking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, lantly for love. (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,) Bot. That will ask some tears in the true Through Athens' gates have we devis’d to steal. performing of it: If I do it, let the audience Her. And in the wood, where often you look to their eyes ; I will move storms, I will and I

condole in some measure. To the resi :-Yet Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, my chief humour is for a tyrant: I could play Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet: Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to There my Lysander and myself shall meet: make all split. And thence, from Athens turn away our eyes,

* The raging rocks, To seek new friends and stranger companies.

“ With shivering shocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,

“ Shall break the locks And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !

Of prison-gates : Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight

“ And Phibbus' car From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.

“ Shall shine from far, [Exit HERMIA.

“ And make and mar Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helena adieu :

“ The foolish fates." As you on him, Demetrius dote on you ! This was lofty !-Now name the rest of the

[Exit LYSANDER. players. This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein ; He. How happy some, o’er other some can a lover is more condoling. be !

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. Flu. Here, Peter Quince. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; Quin. You must take Thisby on you. He will not know what all but he do know. Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. So I, admiring of his qualities.

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

I have a beard coming. Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in Love looks not with the eyes, but with the a mask, and you may speak as small as you mind;

will. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind : Bot, An I may hide my face, let me play Noc hath love's mind of any judgement taste; Thisby too: I'll speak in a monstrous little Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : voice ; –Thisne, Thisne ---Ah, Pyrumus, my And therefore is love said to be a child, lover dear ; thy Thisby dear! and lady dear! Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, Aswaggish boys in game* themselves forswear, Flute, you Thisby. So the boy love is perjur'd every where:

Bot. Well, proceed. For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,t Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Star. Here, Peter Quince. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play So he dissolv’d, and showers of oaths did melt. Thisby's mother.-Tom Snout, the tinker. I will go tell hím of fair Hermia's flight: Snout. Here, Peter Quince. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, Quin. You, Pyramus' father; myself, This Pursue her; and for this intelligence

by's father ;-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's If I have thanks, it is a dear expense : part :-and, I hope, here is a play fitted. But herein mean I to enrich my pain.

Snug. Have you the lion's part written ! To have his sight thither, and back again. [Exit. pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of

study. SCENE 11.-The same.-A Room in a Cottage. Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is Enter Snug, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, QUINCE, nothing but roaring. and STARVELING.

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar,

that I will do any man's heart good to hear Quin. Is all our company here?

me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say,

Let him roar again, Let him rour again. • Sport

+ Eyes.

Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you | By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen," would fright the dutchess and the ladies, that But they do square it that all their elves, for they would shriek: and that were enough to fear, hang us all.

Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. Ail

. That would hang us every mother's son. Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should

quite, fright the ladies out of their wits, they would or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, have no more discretion but to hang us: but Call’d Robin Good-fellow: are you not hē, I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar That fright the maidens of the villagery ; you as gently as any sucking dove ; I will roar Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern, you an 'twere any nightingale.

And bootless make the breathless housewife Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus:


[barm ; $ for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper And sometimé make the drink to bear no man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore

harm ? you must needs play Pyramus.

Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard you do their work, and they shall have good were I best to play it in?

luck: Quin. Why, what you will.

Are not you he? Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw- Puck. Thou speak'st aright; coloured beard, your orange-tawny_beard, I am that merry wanderer of the night. your purple-in-grain beard, or your French I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow. When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,

Quin. Some of your French crowns have no Neighing in likeness of a filly foal : bair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, -But, masters, here are your parts: and I am In very likeness of a roasted crab öll to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. the palace wood, a mile without the town, by The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, moon-light; there will we rehearse: for if we Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with com- Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, pany, and our devices known. "In the mean And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; time I will draw a bill of properties,t such as And then the whole quire hold their hips, and our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.

loffe ; Bot. We will meet; and there we may re- And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear hearse more obscenely, and courageously. A merrier hour was never wasted there. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.

But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon. Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.

Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings.

he were gone!

SCENE I-A Wood near Athens.

Enter Oberon, at one door, with his train, and

TITANIA, at another, with hers. Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another

Obe. I'll meet by moon-light, proud Titania. Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Tita. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip Fai. Over bill, over dale,

hence; Thorough bush, thorough brier,

I have forsworn his bed and company. Over park, over pale,

Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord? Thorough flood, thorough fire,

Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know I do wander every where,

When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, Swifter than the moones sphere ;

And in the shape of Corin sat all day, And I serve the fairy queen,

Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love To dew her orbs upon the green:

To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, The cowslips tall her pensioners be; Come from the farthest steep of India ? In their gold coats spots you see ;

But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, Those be rubbies, fairy favours,

Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love, In those freckles live their savours :

To Theseus must be wedded; and you come I must go seek some dew-drops here,

To give their bed joy and prosperity. And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, TitaFarewell, thou lob|| of spirits, I'll be gone; Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, (nia, Our queen and all our elves come here anon. Knowing I know thy love to 'Theseus ? Puck. The king doth keep

his revels here Didst thou not lead him through the glimmerto-night;

ing night Take heed, the queen come not within his sight. From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, Because that she, as her attendant, hath With Ariadne, and Antiopa ? A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king; Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: She never had so sweet a changeling :

And never, since the middle summer's spring, And jealous Oberon would have the child Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild : By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, Or on the beached margent of the sea, Crowns bim with'flowers, and makes him all To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, her joy:

But with thy brawls thou hast distur'b our sport, And now they never meet in grove, or green,

Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, + Articles required in performing a play. | As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea

Circles. Il A term of contempt. * Shining. + Quarrel. Mill. Yeast. | Wild appia.

• Asif
* At all events.


Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Have every pelting* river made so proud, Puck. I remember.
That they have overborne their continents :t Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou could'st
The ox háth therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,

not,) The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green Flying between the cold moon and the earth,

Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: At a fair vestal, throned by the west; The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: The nine men's morrist is fill'd up with mud; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry For lack of tread, are undistinguishable :

moon; The human mortals want their winter here; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, No night is now with hymn or carol blest : In maiden meditation, fancy-free.* Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

It fell upon a little western flower. That rheumatic diseases do abound :

Before, milk-white; now purple with love's And thorough this distemperature, we see

wound, The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts And maidens call it, love-in-idleness. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ; Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd tbeo And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,

once : An oderous chaplet of sweet summer buds The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, Will make or man or woman madly dote The childings autumn, angry winter, change Upon the next live creature that it sees. Their wonted liveries ; and the 'mazed world, Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, By their increase,ll now knows not which is Ere the leviathan can swim a league. which :

Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth And this same progeny of evils comes

In forty minutes.

[Exit Puck. From our debate, from our dissention;

Obe. Having once this juice, We are their parents and original.

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you: And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : Why should Titania cross her Oberon? The vexi thing then she waking looks upon, I do but beg a little changeling boy,

(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, To be my henchman. I

On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) Tita. Set your heart at rest,

She shall pursue it with the soul of love. The fairy land buys not the child of me. And ere I take this charm off from her sight, His mother was a vot'ress of my order : (As I can take it, with another herb,) And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, l'll make her render up her page to me. Full often haih she gossip'd by my side; But who comes here? I am invisible; And sat with me on Neptuve's yellow sands, And I will over-hear their conference. Marking the embarked traders on the flood; When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive,

Enter DEMETRIUS, Helena following him. And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind! Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ? (Following her womb, then rich with my young The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. squire,)

Thou told’st me, they were stol'n into this wood, Would imitate; and sail upon the land, And here am I, and woodt within this wood, To fetch me trifles, and return again,

Because I cannot meet with Hermia. As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; Hel. You draw me, you hard-bearted adaAnd, for her sake, I do rear up her boy:

mant ;* And for her sake, I will not part with him. But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Obe. How long within this wood intend you is true as steel: Leave you your power to draw, stay?

And I shall have no power to follow you. Tita. Perchance, till after l'heseus' wedding- Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair ? day.

Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth If you will patiently dance in our round, Tell you-I do not, nor I cannot love you ? And see our moon-light revels, go with us; Hel. And even for that do I love you the If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius, '[more. Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with The more you beat me, I will fawn on you : thee.

Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike Tita. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away :

me, We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay,

Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, (Exeunt TITANIA, and her train. Unworthy as I am, to follow you. Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from What worser place can I beg in your love,

(And yet a place of high respect with me,) 1 ill I torment thee for this injury.

han to be used as you use your dog ? My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my Since once I sat upon a promontory,

spirit; And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, For I am sick, when I do look on thee. Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you. That the rude sea grew civil at her song; Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To leave the city, and commit yourself

Into the hands of one that loves you not; Petty.

+ Banks which contain them. A game played by boys.

To trust the opportunity of night, Autumn producing flowers upseasonably.

* Exempt from love.

+ Mad, raving. Produce. 1 Page.

Bring in question.

this grove,


And the ill counsel of a desert place,

Song. With the rich worth of your virginity.

i Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that. It is not night, when I do see your face,

Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;

Neuts, and blind-worms,t do no urong; Therefore I think I am not in the night:

Come not near our fuiry queen:
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;
For you, in my respect,
are all the world:

Then how can it be said, I am alone,

Philomel, with melody, When all the world is here to look on me?

Sing in our sweet lullaby; Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the

Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby: brakes,

Never harm, nor spell nor charm, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Come our lovely lady nigh: He. The wildest hath not such a heart as

So, good night, with lullaby.
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd ;

Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind

2 Fai. Wearing spiders, come not here ;

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners hence : Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed!

Beettles black, approach not near ;
When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.
Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me

Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe [go:

But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Philomel, with melody, fc.
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!

1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:

One, aloof, stand sentinel. We cannot fight for love, as men may do;

[Exeunt Fairies.-TITANIA sleeps We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'V follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,

Enter OLERON. To die upon the hand I love so well.

Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, [Exeunt DEM. and HEL. [Squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eye-lids. Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave Do it for thy true love take; this grove,

Love, and languish for his sake:
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.- Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Re-enter Puck.

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,

In thy eye that shall appear Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wan. When thou wak'st, it is thy dear; derer.

Wake, when some vile thing is near. Erit. Puck. Ay, there it is. Obe. I pray thee, give it me.

Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,

Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in Where ox-lipst and the nodding violet grows;

the wood; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, And to speak troth, I have forgot our way; With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine :

We'll rest üs, Hermia, if you think it good, There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,

And tarry for the comfort of the day. Lall'd in these flowers with dances and delight;

Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin, For I upon this bank will rest my head. Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in: And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,

Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us

both; And make her full of hateful fantasies.

One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Take thou some of it, and seek through this

Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my A sweet Athenian lady is in love [grove :

dear, With a disdainful youth : anoint his eyes; Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. But do it, when the next thing he espies.

Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innoMay be the lady : Thou shalt know the man

cence; By the Athenian garments he hath on. Elect it with some care; that he may prove

Love take the meaning, in love's conference. More fond on her, than she upon her love :

I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;

So that but one heart we can make of it: And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

Two bosoms interchained with an oath; Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall

So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. do so.

[Exeunt. Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; SCENE III.

For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Another part of the Wood.

Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :-
Enter TITANIA, with her train.

Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

Jf Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. Tite. Come, now a roundel,g and a fairy song; But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;

Lie further off; in human modesty Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;

Such separation, as, may well be said, Some, war with rear-micell for their leathern

Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid: wings, To make my small elves coats; and some, keep | Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end !

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: back The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and And then end life, when I end loyalty!

Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; wonders At our quaint spirit 3: Sing me now asleep;

Herr is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest!

Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes Then tu your offices, and let me rest.

be press'd!

(They sleep. + The greater cowslip. * Vigorous. | A kind of dance.

Sports. * Elts,

+ Slow-worms. The small tiger. S

| Batá.

Enter Puek.

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

In such disdainful manner me to woo. (do. But Athenian found I none,

But sare you well: perforce I must confess, On whose eyes I might approve

I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
This flower's force in stirring love.

O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
Night and silence! who is here?

Should, ofanother, therefore be abus'd! (Exit.
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:

Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep This is he, my master said,

thou there; Despised the Athenian maid :

And never may'st thou come Lysander near! And here the maiden, sleeping sound, For, as a surfeit

of the sweetest things On the dank and dirty ground.

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Pretty soul! she durst not lie

Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
All the power this charm doth owe :*

Of all be hated; but the most of me!
When thou wak'st, let love forbid

And all my powers, address your love and
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

might, So awake, when I am gone;

To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Exil. For I must now to Oberon. [Erit. Her. [starting. ) Help me, Lysander, help

me! do thy best, Enter Demetrius and HELENA, running. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!

here? Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet De- Ah me, for pity!-what a dream was metrius.

Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear : Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Methought a serpent eat my heart away, me thus,

And you sat smiling at his cruel prey Hel. O, wilt thou darklingt leave me? do Lysander! what, remov'd? Lysander! lord ! not so.

What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.

word? (Erit DEMETRIUS. Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! Speak, of all loves;* I swoon almost with fear. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

No ?-then I well perceive you are not nigh: Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

(Exit. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt


. tears : If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. SCENE I.--The same.---The Queen of Fairies No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

lying asleep. For beasts that meet me, run away for fear : Enter Quince, Snog, Bottom, Flute, SNOUT, Therefore, no marvel, though Denietrius

und STARVELING, Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.

Bot. Are we äll met? What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia's sphery convenient place for our rehearsal : This green

Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous eyne? But who is here ?-Lysander ! on the ground! Our tyring-house; and we will do it in action,

plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:

as we will do it before the duke. Lysander, if you live, good Sir, awake.

Bot. Peter Quince, Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy

Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom? sweet sake.

(Waking. Transparent Helena ! Nature here shows art, Pyramus and Thisby, that will never please:

Bot. There are things in this comedy of That through thy bosom makes me see thy heari. First, Pyramus must draw his sword to kill Where is Demetrius ? O, how fit a word

himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How Is that vile name, to perish on my sword! Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so:

answer you that? What though he love your hermia? Lurd,

Snout. By’rlakin,t a parloust fear.

Stur. I believe, we must leave the killing what though?

out, wben all is done. Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. Lys. Content with Hermia ? No: I do repent all

well. Write me a prologue: and let the

Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make The tedious minutes I with her have speni. Not Hermia, but Helena I love:

prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with

our swords; and that Pyramus is not killed Who will not change a raven for a dove? indeed: and, for the more better assurance, The will of man is by his reason şway'd;

tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, And reason says you are the worthier maid.

but Bottom the weaver: This will put them Things growing are not ripe until their season: out of fear, So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; And touching now the point of human skill, and it shall be written in eight and six.Reason becomes the marshal to my will, And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook; in eight and eight.

Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written Love's stories written in love's richest book.

Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery lion? born ?

Star. I fear it, I promise you. When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn?

Bot. Masters, you oughi to consider with Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can,

yourselves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion

among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,

there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than But you must flout my insufficiency?

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* By all that is dear.

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