Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong ; Chorus. Philomel, with melody, Sing in your sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby. Second Fairy. Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legg`d spinners, hence: Worm, nor snail, do no offence. Chorus. Philomel, with melody, &c. First Fairy. Hence, away; now all is well: One, aloof, stand sentinel. 290 [Exeunt Fairies, The Queen sleeps. Enter OBERON. 06. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, [Squeezes the Flower on her Eye-lids. Love, and languish for his sake : Wake, when some vile thing is near. Exit OBERON. Enter LYSANDER, and HERMIA. Lys. Fair Love, you faint with wandering in the wood; And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way: And tarry for the comfort of the day. For I upon this bank will rest my head. 310 Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Lys. O, take the sense, sweet of my innocence Now much beshrew my manners, and my pride, ; 320 If Hermia meant to say, Lysander ly'd. So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! 330 Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd! Enter PUCK. Puck Through the forest have I gone, [They sleep. On whose eyes I might approve 349 This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence! who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lye Near to this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw 350 All the power this charm doth owe; Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid. So [Exit. 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 thus. Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Dem. Stay on thy peril; I alone will go. [Exit DEMETRIUS. Hel. O, I am out of breath, in this fond chace!. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. 361 How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: If so, my eyes are oftner wash'd than hers. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; For beasts, that meet me, run away for fear: Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet [Waking. sake. Transparent Helena! Nature shews art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Is that vile name, to perish on my sword! though? 380 Lord, what Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Who will not change a raven for a dove? 390 Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, 400 Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, But fare you well; perforce I must confess, [Exit. Lys. |