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Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thon

there; And never may'st thou come Lysander near! For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things, The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; 410 Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, Are hated most of those they did deceive ; So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy, Of all be hated; but the most, of me! And all my powers, address your love and might, To honour Helen, and to be her knight!

[Exit. Her. (starting from sleep. ] Help me, Lysander, help

me! do thy best, To pluck this crawling serpent from my

Ay me, for pity!What a dreain was here?
Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear: 420
Methought, a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :
Lysander! what, remov'd ? Lysander ! lord!
What, out of hearing ; gone ? no sound, no

word ?
Alack, where are you ? speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves; I swoon almost with fear.
No?-then I well perceive you are not nigh:
Dr death, or you, I'll find immediately,






Snout, and STARVELING.

The Queen of Fairies lying asleep.

Bottom. Are we all met ?

Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal : This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the duke.

Bot. Peter Quince,
Quin. What say’st thou, bully Bottom ?

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?

Snout. By’rlakin, a parlous fear.

Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, when all is done.

Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords; and that Pyramus is not kill'd, indeed: and, for the more better assurance tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver : This will put them out of fear.



Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be written in eight and six.

Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written in eight and eight.

Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ?
Star. I fear it, I promise you.

Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves; to bring in, God shield us! a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing : for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl, than your lion, living ; and we ought to look to it.

33 Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he is not a lion.

Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble : my life for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life: No, I am no such thing ; I am a man as other men are:-and there, indeed, let him name his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner.

Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon-light.

50 Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?


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