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Like to Lysander, sometime, frame thy tongue,
Tben ftir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou, like Demetrius;
And from each other, look, thou lead them thus;
'Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep;
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye,
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with its might :
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted light,
When they nexe wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;
And back to Athens Thall the lovers wend
Witha league, whose date 'till death shall never end.
Whiles l in this affair do thee employ,
I'N to my Queen, and beg her Indian boy:
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.

Puck. My fairy Lord, this must be done with hafte,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghofts wandering here and there
Troop home to church-yards ; damned spirits all,
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;
For fear left day Nould look their fames upon,
They wilfully exile themselves from light;
And must for aye confort with black-brow'd night.

Ob. But we are fpirits of another fort;
I with the morning-light have oft made sport;
And, like a forefter, the groves may tread,
Ev'n till the eaitern gate, all, fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair-bleifed beams
Turns into yellow gold his falt green fi reams.

, notwith tanding, hafte; make no delay; We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit Oberen,

Puck. Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down :
I am fear'd in field and town.


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Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.

Enter Lysander.
Luf, Whereart thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now.
Puck. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou?
Lv/. I will be with thee straight.

Puck. Follow
To plainer ground. [Lyr. goes out, as following Dem.

Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lyfander, speak again; "Thou run away, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak in some buh: where dost thou hide thy head ?

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come? come, recreant; come, thou child,
I'll whip thee with a rod; he is defilid,
That draws a sword on thee.

Dem. Yea, art thou here?
Puck. Follow my voice, we'll try no manhood here.

Lysander comes back.
Lyf. He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls me, then he's gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel'd, than I:
I follow'd fast, but fafter he did fly;
That fall'n am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day:

[Lies down For if but once thou few me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this fpight.

Enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho, ho, coward, why com'it thou not?

Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ft: for well I wot, Thou runn'it before me, shifting every place; And dar't not stand, nor look me in the face, Where art thou?


Puck. Come thou hither, I am here:
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me; thou thalt buy

this dear, 'If ever I thy face by day-light fee. Now, go thy way; faintneis constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bed. By day's approach' look to be visited. [Lies down.

Enter Helena.
Hel. O weary night, Olong and tedious night,

Abate thy hours; fine, comforts, from the East; That I may back to Athens by day-light,

From these, that my poor company detest; And sleep, that sometimes shuts up forrow's eye, Steal me a while from mine own company. - [Slepo

Puck. Yet but thrée ? come one more;
Two of both kinds make

up four.
Here she comes, curft and sad:
Cupid is á knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Enter Hermia.
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace


defires : Here will I reft me; 'ull the break of day: Heav'ns shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lies down.

Puck. On the ground, feep sound,
I'll apply, to your eye, genele lover, remedy.

[ Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye.
When thou wak'it, thou tak'it
True delight, in the fight, of thy former Lady's eye ;
And the country proverb-known,

every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown. Jack shall have Jill, naught shall go ill, The man shall have his mare again, and all be well.

[Exit Puck. [Tkey sleep.

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ACTIV. SCENE, continued, the Wood. Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and

the King behind them.

OME, fit thee down upon this Aow'ry bed,

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick muk-roses in thy Neek, smooth'd head;
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

Bot. Where's Peafeblofom?
Pease. Ready.

Bot. Scratch my head, Peafeblofom. Where's monjiior Cobweb?

Cob. Ready.

Bot. Monsieur Cobreb, good monsicur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipt humblebee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monfieur; and, good monsieur, have a Care, the honey-bag break not; I should be loth to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior. Where's monsieur Muffardfeed.

Muft. Ready. Dot. Give me thy neafe, monfieur Muffardfeed; pray you, leave your curtefy, good monsieur.

Muf. What's your will?

Dot. Nothing, good monfieur, but to help Cavalero Cebweb to scraich. 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 doth but tickte me, I must scratch.

Queen.What, wilt thou hear some musick,mysweet love?

Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in mufick; let us have the tongs and the bones.


Rural Mufick : Tongs, &c. Queen. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'n to eat. Bor. Truly, a peck of provender ; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great de fire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay hath no fellow,

Queen. I have a venturous Fairy that fall 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 ftir me; I have an exposition of seep come upon me.

Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms ; Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away : (22) So doth the woodbine, the sweet honey-suckle, (23) Gently entwilt the maple ; ivy ro Enrings the barky fingers of ihe elm. Oh, how I love theehow I doat on thee!

Enter Puck. 06. Welcome, good Robin ? Seeft thou this sweet light? Her dotage now I do begin to pity : For, meeting her of late behind the wood, Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her ; For fhe

' his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ; (22)

and be always away.) What was the giving her attendants an everlasting dismission: No such thing; they were to be fill upon outy. I am convinc'd, the Poet meant ;

and be all ways away. 1. c. disperse yourselves, and Ecout out severally, in your wateb, that danger approach us from no quarter. (23) "So dorb tbe woodbine ibe Sweet boreyfuckle

Gently entwif; the female ivy, so

Enrings the barky fingers of ebe elm.) What does the woods bine entwif? Why, the boneysuckle

. But ever till now the honey. fuckle and the wondbine were but two names for the same plant. But we have now found a support for the woodbine, as well as for the ivy. The corruption might happen thus ; the firft blunderer isr writing might leave the p out of maple, and make it male ; upon which the acute Editors turn'd it into female, and tack’d; it as an

Mr. Warburton.


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