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your lion, living; and we ought to look to it. As true as truest horse, that yet would nerer

Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. (tire, he is not a lion.

Quin. Ninus' tomb, man : Why you must not Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus : half his face must be seen through the lion's you speak all your part at once, cues* aud neck; and he himself must speak through, say- all.-Pyramus enter; your cue is pit; it is, ing thus, or to the same detect, --Ladies, or nerer tire. fair ladies, I would wish you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to fear, Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with un «ss' head. not to iremble: my lite for yours. If you think This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life:

would nerer tire. No, I am no such thing; I am a man as other Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine:men are:-and there, indeed, let him name his Quin. O monstrous ! strange! we are name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the Pray, masters ! fly, masters! help! (haunted. joiner.

[Ereunt Clowns. Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a bard things, that is, to bring the moon-light

round,

[through briar; into a chamber : for you know, Pyramus and Through bog, through bush, through brake, Thisby meet by moon-light.

Sometime a horse I'll be, sometimes a hound, Snuy. Doth the moon shine, that night we A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; play our play?

And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the

and burn, almanack; find out moon-shine, find out moon- Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every shine.

turn,

(Erii. Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of them, to make me a feard. of the great chamber window, where we play,

Re-enter SNOLT. oped; and the moon may shine in at the casement.

Snout,' O Bottom, thou art changed! what Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a do I see on thee? bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and

say,

he Bot. What do you see? you see an ass' comes to distigure, or to present, the person of head of your own; Do you? moon-shine. Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for

Re-enter Quince. Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk,

Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou through the chinks of a wall,

art translated.

[Exit. Snug. You never can bring in a wall.-What

Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an say you, ottom ?

ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I Bot. Some man or other must present wall: will not stir from this place, do what they can: and let him have some plaster, or some lome, I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, or some rough-cast about him, to signity wall; that they shall hear I am not afraid. (Sings. or let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

The ousel-cock, so black of hue, Quin. Ii' that may be, then all is well. Come,

With orange-tauney bill, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse

The throstle with his note so true, your parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you

The uren with little quill ; have spoken your speech, enter into that brake* Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery and so every one according to his cue.

bed?

(Waking Bot. The finch, the sparrow', and the lark, Enter Puck behind.

The plain-song cuckoo: gruy, Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we Whose note full many u mun doth mark, swaggering here,

And dures not answer, nay ;--
So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?
What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor;

for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

a bird ? who would give a bird the lie, though Quin. Speak, Pyramus :- Thisby, stand he cry, cuckoo, never so ? forth.

Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious sarours Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy pote, sweet, -

So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; [me, Quin. Odours, odours.

And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move Pyr. odours surours sueet :

On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear:- little reason for that: And yet, to say the truth,

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have But, hark, a roice! stay thou but here a while, And by and by I will to thee appear. [Erit.

reason and love keep little company together Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd now-a-days: The more the pity, ihat some bere !

(Aside. -Exit.

honest neighbours will not make them friends. This. Must I speak now?

Nay, I can gleek; upon occasion.

Tita. Thou are as wise as thou art beautiful. Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must understand, he goes but to see a noise that he to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve

Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough heard, and is to come again.

mine own turn. This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,

Titu. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,

* The last words of the preceding speech, which serve Most brisky jurenal,t and eke most lovely Jer, as a hint to him who is to speak nexl.

† Afraid. i The Cuckou with his uniform note. • Thicket + Young man.

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Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or | Near to her close and consecrated bower,
I am a spirit, of 'no common rate; [no. While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
The summer still doth tend upon my state, A crew of patches* rude mechanicals,
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; Were met together to rehearse a play,
And they shall feich thee jewels from the deep: Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,t
sleep:

Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,

Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake: That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

When I did bin at this advantage take, Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard - An ass' nowlt I fixed on his head; seed!

Anon, his Tbisbe must be answered,

And forth my mimický comes: When they him
Enter four Fairies.

spy, 1 Fai. Ready.

As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, 2 Fui. And I,

Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, 3 Fai. And I.

Rising and cawing at the gun's report 4 Fai. Where shall we go?

Sever themselves, and madly swep the sky; Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentle- So, at his sight, away his fellows fy: man;

And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;

He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, ** Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, For briers and thorns at iheir apparel spatch; And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all To have my love to bed, and to arise;

things catch. And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, I led them on in this distracted fear, To tan the moon-beams from his sleeping

eyes: When in that moment (so it came to pass,)

And left sweei Pyramus translated there : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. 1 Fai. Hail, mortal!

Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass. 2 Fai. Hail!

Obe. This talls out better than I could devise. 3 Fai. Hail !

But hast thou yet latch'd|| the Athenian's eyes 4 Fai. Hail !

With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily.- Puck. I took him' sleeping,—that is tinish'd

4

man.

I beseech, your worship's name.

too,Cob. Cobweb.

And the Athenian woman by his side ; [ey'd. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance That, when he wak'd, of force she 'must be good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I

Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. shall make bold with you.-Your name, honest gentleman ?

Obe. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian. Peas. Peas-blossom.

Puck. This is the woman, but not this the Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, Dem. , why rebuke you him that loves you your father. Good master Peas-blossom, í Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. so? shall desire you of more acquaintance too.- Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee Your name I beseech you, Sir?

worse; Mus. Mustard-seed.

For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of And kill me too. your house: I promise you, your kindred hath The sun was not so true unto the day, made my eyes water ere now. I desire you As he to me: Would he have stol'n away more acquaintance, good master Mustard-seed. From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, Titu. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my This whole earth may be bor’d; and that the bower.

[eye;
The moon, methinks, looks with a watery May through the center creep, and so displease
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.
Lamenting some enforced chastity.

It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him;
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.

[Exeunt. Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so
should I,

[cruelty: SCENE II.-- Another part of the Wood. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern Enter Oberon.

Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,

As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak’d;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is

he? Which she must dote on in extremity,

Ah, good Demetrius, will thou give him me?
Enter Puck.

Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my

hounds. Here comes my messenger.--How now, mad

Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past spirit? What night-rulet now about this haunted of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him

the bounds

[tben? grove? Puck. Niy mistress with a monster is in love. Henceforth be never number'd among men! Gooseberries.

* Simple fellows.
+ Stupid company,

* Head 7 Revelry.

Actor.

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more.

perfect, a ne Helen

0! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, And hast thou kill'd hím sleeping ? O brave When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray! touch!*

These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?

o'er?

(weigh: An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales,

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'dt Will even weigh; and both as light as tales.
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; [inood : Lys. I had no judgement, when to her I swore.
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Fiel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well,

her o'er. Dem. And if I could, what should I get Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not therefore?

you. Her. A privilege, never to see me more.- Dem. (Awaking. ] O Helen, goddess, nymph, And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?

(Erit. Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Dem. There is no following her in this fierce Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! vein :

That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow When thou hold'st up thy hand: 0 let me kiss For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent If for his tender here I make some stay. To set against me, for your merriment.

(Lies clown. If you were civil, and knew courtesy, Obe. What hast thou done ? thou hast mis- you would not do me thus much injury. taken quite,

(sight: Can you not hate me, as I know you do, And laid the love-juice on some true love's But you must join in souls,* to mock me too? Of thy misprison must perforce ensue (true. If you were men, as men you are in show, Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd You would not use a gentle lady so; Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, holding troth,

When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. A million fail, confounding oath on oath. You both are rivals, and love Hermia;

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the And now both rivals, to mock Helena: And Helena of Athens look thou find: [wind, A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, All fancy-sickt she is, and pale of cheers To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood With your derision! none, of noble sort, dear:

Would so offend a virgin; and extort By some illusion see thou bring her here ; A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. l'il charm his eyes, against she do appear. Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Puck. I go, I'go; look, how I go;

For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know: Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. And here, with all good will, with all my heart,

(Exit. In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; Ohe. FIower of this purple die,

And yours of Helena to me bequeath, Hit with Cupid's archery,

Whom I do love, and will do to my death. Sink in apple of his eye!

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle When his love he doth espy,

breath. Let her shine as gloriously

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will As the Venus of the sky.

If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. (none: When thou wak’st, if she be by,

My heart with her but, as guest-wise, soBeg of her for remedy.

journ'd;

And now to Helen is it home return'd,
Re-enter Puck.

There to remain.
Puck, Captain of our fairy band,

Lys. Helen, it is not so. Helena is here at hand;

Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not And the youth, mistook by me,

Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. - (know, Pleading for a lover's fee;

Look where thy love comes; yonder is thy Shall we their fond pageant see?

dear. Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Enter HERMIA.
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make,
Will cause Demetrius to awake.

Her. Dark night, that from the eye his func-
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one;

tion takes, That must needs be sport alone;

The ear more quick of apprehension makes; And those things do best please me,

Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, That befal preposterously.

It pays the hearing double recompense:

Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Enter LYSander and HELENA. Mine ear, I thank it, brcught me to thy sound.

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? Lys. Why should you think, that I should

Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth woo in scorn?

press to go? Scorn and derision never come in tears : Her. What love could press Lysander from Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you,

Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him

bide, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? Fair Helena; who more engilds the night * Exploit.

+ Mistaken. 1 love-skk.

Countenance. * Ilcartily, + Degree. 1 lay dearly for it.

my side?

left me:

Than all yon fiery oes* and eyes of light. Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Why seek'st thou me? could not this make Lys. Away, you Ethiop!
thee know,
Dem. No, no, Sir-he will

slow; The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so? Seem to break loose; take on, as you would fol

Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. But yet come not: You are a tame man, go ? Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Lijs. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three,

thing let loose; To fashion this false sport in spite of me.

Or I will shake thee irom me, like a serpent. Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid ! Her. Why are you grown so rude? what Have you conspir’d, have you with these con

change is this, To bait me with this foul derison ? (triv'd Sweet love? Is all the counsel that we two have shard, Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, Oui, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! When we have chid the hasty-footed time Her. Do you not jest? For parting us,-0), and is all forgot?

Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you. All school-days friendship, childhood inno- Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with We, Hermia, like two artiticialt gods, (cence?

thee. Have with our neelds; created both one flower, Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perBoth on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,

ceive,

(word. Both warbling of one song, both in one key; A weak bond holds you ; I'll not trust your As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Lys. What should I hurt her, strike her, kill Had been incorporate. So we grew together,

her dead? Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. But yet a union in partition;

Her. What, can you do me greater harm Two lovely berries moulded on one stem :

than hate?

[love? So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Hate me! wherefore? () me! what news, my Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander? Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. And will you rent our ancient love asunder, Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you To join with men in scorning your poor friend? It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:

Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid ! Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it; In earnest shall I say? Though I alone do feel the injury.

Lys. Ay, by my liie; Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: Aná never did desire to see thee more. I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt,

Hel. Have you not set Lysander as in scorn, Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest, To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? That I do hate thee, and love Helena. And made your other love, Demetrius,

Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blos. (Who even but now did spurn me with his

som !*

(night foot,)

You thief of love! what, have you come by To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, And stol’n my love's heart from him? Precious, celestial i Wherefore speaks he this Tel. Fine, i'faith! To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Deny your love, so rich within his soul, No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear And tender me, forsooth, affection;

Impatient answers fimm my genile tongue? But by your setting on, by your consent? Fie, fie: you counterfeit, you puppet you ! What though I be not so in grace as you,

Her. Puppet! why so! Ay, that way goes So hung upon with love, so fortunate; But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?

Now I perceive that she hath made compare This you should pity, rather than despise. Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; Her. I understand not what you mean by And with her personage, her tall personage, this.

Her height forsooth, she hath prevail'd with Hel. Ay, do, persevere,counterfeit sad looks, him.Make mowsy upon me when I turn my back; And are you grown so high in his esteem, Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up: Because I am so dwarfish and so low? This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. How low am I, thou painted may pole? speak;' If you have any pity, grace, or manners,

How low am I? I am not yet so low,
You would not make me such an argument. But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault; Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gen.
Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.

tlemen,
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse; Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;t
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! I have no gift at all in shrewislıness;
Hel. () excellent!

I am a right maid for my cowardice; [think, Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so.

Let her not strike me: You, perhaps, may Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Because she's something lower than myself, Lys. Thou canst conipel no more than she That I can match her. entreat;

Her. Lower! hark, again. Thy threats have no more strength, than her Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with weak prayers.

I evermore did love you, Hermia, Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do;

Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Save, that, in love upto Deinetrius, [you; To prove him false, that says I love thee not. I told him of your stealth unto this wood:

Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him. Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me too.

To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: Dem. Quick, come,

* A worm that preys on buds of flowers, Grcles. # Ingenious. Ncedles. Wry lueer. Shrewish or mischevious.

the game:

(me.

And now, so you will let me quiet go, With league, whose date till death shall never To Athens will I bear my folly back,

end. And follow you no further: Let me go: Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, You see how simple and how fondo I am.

I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that And then I will her charmed eye release binders you?

From monster's view, and all things shall be Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind?

peace. Her. What, with Lysander?

Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with Hel. With Demetrius.

haste;

[fast, Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full Helena.

And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; Dem. No, Sir; she shall not, though you take At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here her part.

and there,

(all, Hel. 0, when she's angry, she is keen and Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits shrewd:

That in cross-ways and foods have burial, She was a vixen, when she went to school; Already to their wormy beds are gone; And, though she be but little, she is fierce. For fear lest day should look their shames upon, Her. Little again? nothing but low and They wilfully themselves exile from light, little ?

And must for aye consort with black-brow'd Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?

night. Let me come to her.

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort : Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf;

I with the Morning's Love* have oft made sport; You minimus, of hind'ring knot grasst made; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, You bead, you acorn.

Even till the eastern gate, all tiery red, Dem. You are too officious,

Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, In her behalf that scorns your services. Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. Let her alone ; speak not of Helena;

But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay : Take not her part : for if thou dost intendt We may effect this business yet ere day. Never so little show of love to her,

[Erit OBERON. Thou shalt aby it.

Puck. Up and down, up and down; Lys. Now she holds me not;

I will lead them up and down: Now follow, it'thou dar’st, to try whose right, I am fear'd in field and town; Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.

Goblin, lead them up and down.
Dem. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek Here comes one.
by jole.
[Ereunt Lys, and DEM.

Enter LYSANDER.
Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of
Nay, go not back.

[you:

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak Hel. I will not trust you, I;

thou now. Nor longer stay in your curst company.

Puck. Here villain ; drawn and ready. Where Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;

art thou ? My legs are longer though, to run away. (Exit.

Lys. I will be with thee straight.

Puck. Follow me then Her. I am amaz’d, and know not what to say.

(Exit, pursuing Helena. To plainer ground. Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mis

[Exit Lys, as following the voice.

Enter DEMETRIUS. Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully, Dem. Lysander! speak again. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mis- Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ?. took.

Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide Did not you tell me, I should know the man

thy head? By the Athenian garnents he had on?

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the And so far blameless proves my enterprise,

stars; That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes : Telling the bushes that thou looks for wars, And so far am I glad it so did sort,

And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

thou child ; Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to I'll whip thee with a rod : He is defild, tight:

That draws a sword on thee. Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; Dem. Yea; art thou there? The starry welkin cover thou anon

Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood With drooping fog, as black as Acheron ;

here.

[Exeunt. And lead these testy rivals so astray,

Re-enter LYSANDER.
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,

Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;

on; And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;

When I come where he calls, then he is gone. And from each other look thou lead them thus, The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1: Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly ; With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep :

That fallen am I in dark uneven way, Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;

And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,jl ,

(Lies down. To take from thence all error, with his might,

For if but once thou show me thy gray light, And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight. I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. When they next wake, all this derision

[Sleeps. Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision ;

Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS. And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, I

Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why comi'st

thon pot? Anciently knot-grass was believed to prevent the growth of children.

I Pretend. Happen, Medicinal efficacy.

tak'st,

• Foolish.

• Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora

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