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Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.

Must. What's your will?

Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cava. lero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face : and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

Queen. What,, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet love?

Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick : let us have the tongs and the bones. .

30 Queen. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.

Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay : good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Queen. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. 40

Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my


Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
So doth the woodbine, the sweet honey-suckle,
Gently entwist,--the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee !



OBERON advances. Enter Puck. 06. Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet

sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late, behind the wood, Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her : For she his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Ştood now within the pretty flowret's eyes, Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. When I had, at my pleasure taunted her, And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, I then did ask of her her changeling child; 60 Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent To bear him to my bower in fairy land. And, now I have the boy, I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes. And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp From off the head of the Athenian swain; That he awaking when the others do, May all to Athens back again repair ; And think no more of this night's accidents, But as the fierce vexation of a dream.

70 But first I will release the fairy queen ;

Be, as thou wast wont to be;

[Touching her Eyes with an Herb.
See, as thou wast wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power.

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Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen.

Queen. My Oberon ! what visions have I seen!
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

06. There lies your love.
Queen. How came these things to pass ?

Oh, how mine eye doth loath his visage now!
06. Silence, a while. -Robin, take off this

Titania, musick call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep, of all these five the sense.
Queen. Musick, ho! musick ; such as charmeth

Puck. When thou awak'st, with thine own fool's

eyes peep
Ob. Sound, musick. [Still musick.] Come my queen,

take hands with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity;
And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly,

Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair posterity :
There shall these pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.



Puch. Fairy king, attend, and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.

0b. Then my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade :
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Queen. Come, 'my lord; and in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found,
With these mortals, on the ground. [Exeunt.

[Wind Horns within. Enter THESEUS, EGEUS, HIPPOLITA, and Train.

The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;-
For now our observation is perforin'd:
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the musick of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; go :--
Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.-
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
.With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,




So few'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls,
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never halloo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphis
are these ?

Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;
And this Lysander; this Demetrius is ;
This Helena, oid Nedar's Helena :
I wonder at their being here together.

The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity..
Eut, speak, Egeus; is not this the day
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?

Ege. It is, my lord.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their

140 Horns, and Shout within ; DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER,

Hermia, and HELENA, wake and start up: The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is

past ; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

Lys. Pardon, my lord. [They all kneel to THESEUS.

The. I pray you all, stand up.
I know, you two are rival enemies;


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