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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
ACT III. SCENE 1.
The Wood. Enter QUINCE,SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE,
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,
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 ?
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?