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and will lend nothing for God's sake: 'Pray Bene. O, stay but till then! yon, examine him upon that point. (pains. Beal. TW-n, is spoken; fare pou well now :

Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came

Dogh. Your worship speaks like a most thank- for, which is, with knowing what hath passed beful and reverend youth; and I praise God for tween you and Claudio. Leon. There's for thy pains.

[you. Bene. Only foul words: and thereupon I will Dogb. God save the foundation.

kiss thee. Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul and I thank thee.

wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noiDogb. I leave an errant knave with your some; therefore I will depart unkissed. worship; which, I beseech your worship, to Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his correet yourself, for the example of others. right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must God keep your worship; I wish your worship tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my chalwell; God restore you to health :I humbly give lenge: and either I must shortly hear from him, von leave to depart; and if a merry meeting or I will subscribe him a coward. And I pray may be wished, God prohibit it.-Come, neigh- thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts bour, (Exeunt DOGBERRY, VERGES, and Watch. didst thou first fall in love with me? Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, fare- Beat. For them altogether; which maintained well.

[to-morrow. so politic a state of evil, that they will not adAnt. Farewell, my lords : we look for you mit any good part to intermingle with them. D. Pedro. We will not fail.

But for which of my good parts did you first Clawl. To-night I'll monrn with Hero. suffer love for me?

(Exeunt Don Pedro and CLAUDIO. Bene. Suffer love ; a good epithet! I do suffer Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk love, indeed, for I love thee against my will. with Margaret,

Béat. In spite of your heart, I think ; alas ! How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fel poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will low.

[Exeunt. spite it for yours; for I will never love that SCENE II. Leonato's Garden. which my friend hates.

[ably. Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET, meeting.

Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peace Bene. 'Pray thee, sweet mistress Margaret,

Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's deserve well at my hands, by helping me to not one wise man among twenty that will praise

himself. the speech of Beatrice. Yarg. Will you then write me a sonnet in

Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that praise of my beauty?

lived in the time of good neighbours: if a man Pene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he man living shall come over it; for, in most dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than comely truth, thou deservest it.

the bell rings, and the widow weeps. Marg. To have no man come over me? why,

Bent. And how long is that, think you ? shall I always keep below stairs ?

Bene. Question - Why, an hour in clamour, Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's and a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most mouth: it catches.

expedient for the wise (if Don Worm, his conMarg. And yours as blunt as the fencer's science, find no impediment to the contrary) foils, which hit, but hurt not.

to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will myself: So much for praising myself (who. I not hurt & woman; and so, I pray thee, call myself will bear witness, is praise-worthy), and Beatrice : I give thee the bucklers.

now tell me, low doth your cousin ? Harg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers

Beat. Very in. of our own.

Bene. And how do you? Pene. If you use them, Margaret, you must

Beat. Very ill too. puit in the pikes with a vice; and they are dan

Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there gerous weapons for maids.

will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste. Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, i

Enter URSULA. I think, hath legs.

(Exit MARGARET. Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; Bene. And therefore will come.

yonder's old coil at home : it is proved, my lady The god of love, (Singing. Hero hath been falsely accused, the Prince and That sits above,

Claudio migltily abused; and Don John is the And knones me, and knows me,

author of all, who is fled and gone: will you Hmo pitiful I deserve,

come presently? I mean, in singing; but in loving, -Leander the

Beal. Will you go hear this news, signior! good swimmer, Trolius the first employer of pan

Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, ders, and a whole book fall of these quondam and be buried in thy eyes; and moreover, I will carpet-morgers, whose names yet run smoothly go with thee to thy uncle's.

Exeunt, in the even road of a blank verse, why, they were SCENE JII. The Inside of a Church. never so truly turned over and over as my poor Relf, in love : Marry, I cannot show it in rhyme; Enter Dox PEDRO, CLAUDIO,and Attendants, with I have tried ; I can find out no rhyme to laily but

Music and Tapers. baby, an innocent rhymne; for scorn, horn, a hard

Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato? rhyme; for school, sool, a babbling rhyme; very

Atten. It is, my lord.
ominous endings : No, I was not born under a Claud. [Reads from a scroll.]
rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival Dome to death by slanderous longues

Was the Hero that here lies:

Death in guerdon of her wrongs
Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I

Gives her fame which never dies : called thee?

So the life, that died with sham, beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me.' Lives in death with glorious fame.

Hang thou there upon the tomb, (aftixing it. Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow,
Praising her when I am dumb.

Now, music, souud, and sing your solemn hymn. We here attend you; are you yet determin'd

Today to mairy with my brother's daughter?

Claud, I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.
Pardon, Galdess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight;

Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar
For the which, with songs of woe,



D. Pedro, Good morrow, Benedick: Why, Round about her tomb they go.

what's the matter,
Midnight, assist our moan;

That you have such a February face,
Help us to sigh and groan,

So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?
Heavily, heavily :

Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,


(gold, Till death be uttered,

Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with Heavily, heavily.

And all Europa shall rejoice at thee; Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! As once Europa did at lusty Jove, Yearly will I do this rite.

When he would play the noble beast in love. D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters ; put your Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low: torches out;

(tle day, / And some such strange bull leap'd your father's The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gen- And got a calf in that same noble feat, [cow, Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

Dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray: Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. Thanks to you all, and leave us, fare you well. Claud. For this I owe you: here come other Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his se

reckonings. veral way.

Which is the lady I must seize upon ? D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. other weeds;

Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me And then to Leonato's we will go. [speeds, see your face.

Thand Claud. And, Ilymen, now with luckier issue

Leon. No that you shall not, till you take her Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

[Exeunt. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy SCENE IV. A Room in Leonato's House. I am your husband, if you like of me. [friar;

Hero. And when I liv'd, I was your other wife: Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE,

(Unmasking. URSULA, Friar, and Ilero.

And when you lov'd, you were my other husFriar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ?

Claud. Another Hero!

[band. lcon. So are the prince and Claudio, who ac


Nothing certainer: cus'd her

One Hero died defil'd; but I do live, Upon the error that you heard debated :

And, surely as I live, I am a maid. But Margaret was in some fault for this;

D. Pedro. 'I he former Hero! Hero that is Although against her will, as it appears

dead! In the true course of all the question. (well.

[der lived.

Leo. She died, my lord, but whiles her slanAnt. Well, I am glad that all things sort so Bere. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd when, after that the holy rites are ended,

Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
To call young Claudio to å reckoning for it.
Leon. 'Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,

I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:
Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; all; And to the chapel let us presently.
And, when I send for you, come hither, mask'd:

Bene. Soft, and fair, friar.- Which is Beatrice The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour

Beat. I answer to that name; To visit me :-You know your office, brother;


What is your will? You must be father to your brother's daughter,

Bene. Do not you love me? And give her to young Claudio. (Exeunt Ladies.


Why, no, no more than reason. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd counte

Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince,

and Claudio, Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, Ithink. Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Friar. To do what, signior?

Beat. Do not you love me? Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.

Bene. Troth, no, no more than reason. Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,

Beat. Why, then, my cousin, Margaret, and Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; "Tis Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear you did.

Ursula, most true.

Bene. They swore that you were almost sick Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from

Local. They swore that you were well-nigh me,


dead for me. From Claudio and the princc: But what's your

(love me?

Bene. 'Tis no such matter:-Then, you do not Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:

Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. But, for my will, my will is, your good will

Leon, Come, cousin, I am sure you love the May stand with ours, this day to be conjoined

gentleman, In the estate of honourable marriage;


Claul. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.

For here's a paper written in his hand,
Leon. My heart is with your liking.

And my help. Fashion' to Beatrice.

A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Here comes the prince, and Claudio.


And here's another, Enter Don PEDRO, and CLAUDIO with Attendants. Writin my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Containing her affection unto Bencdick.


for me.

Bene. A miracle! here's ourown hands against in that thou art like to be my kinsman, live our hearts !--Come, I will have thee; but, by unbruised, and love my cousin. This light, I take thee for pity.

Claud. I had well hoped thou wouldst have Beat. I would not deny you; bnt, by this denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double partly, to save your life, for I was told you were dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if in a consumption.

my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.

Bene. Come, come, we are friends:-let's have

(Kissing her. a dance ere we are married, that we may lighten D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the mar- our own hearts, and our wives' heels. ried man?

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Dene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of Bene. First, o'my word; therefore, play, muwit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: sick.-Prince, thou art sad: get thee a wite, get Dost thou think I care for a satire, or an epi- thee a wise: there is no staff more reverend gram ? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, than one tipp'd with horn. he shail wear nothing handsome about him: In

Enter a Messenger. brief, since I do propose to marry, I will think Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in nothing

to any purpose that the world can say Alight, and brought with armed men back to against it; and therefore never fout at me for Messina. what I have said against it; for man is a giddy Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow, I'll thing, and this is my conclusion. For thy pari, devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike Claudio, I did think to have beaten thee, but up, pipers.

[Dance. Exeunt.

Midsummer Hight's Dream.

Art First.

Persons Represented. TBESEUS, Duke of Athens.

OBEROX, King of the Fairies. EGEUS, Father to Herria.

TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies. LYSANDER

Puck, or ROBIN-GOODFELLOW, a Fairy. in love with Hermia. DEMETRIUS,

PEAS-BLOSSOM, PhilosTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus. COBWEB,

Fairies QUINCE, the Carpenter.

MOTH, SNUG, the Joiner.

MUSTARD-SEED, Borrox, the Weaver.

PYRAMUS, FLUTE, the Bellows-mender.


WALL, SNOUT, the Tinker.

Characters in the Interlude perSTARVELING, the Tailor.


formed by the Clowns. HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Lion,

Thesens. HERMIA, Daughter of Egeus, in love with Lysander. Other Fairies atlending their King and Queen. Helena, in love with Demetrius.

Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. SCENE,- Athens, and a Wood not far from it.

With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.


Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke ! A Room in the Palace of Theseus.

The. Thanks, good Egeus : What's the news Enter Tueseus, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and with thee ? Attendants.

Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Against my child, my daughter HermiaDraws on apace : four happy days bring in Stand forth, Demetrius ;-My noble lord, Another moon: but, oh, methinks how slow This man hath my consent to marry her :This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Stand forth, Lysander;--and, my gracious duke, Like to a step-damne, or a dowager,

This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child: Long withering out a young man's revenue. Thou, thou, Lysander, thouhastgiven herrhymes, Hip, Four days will quickly steep themselves And interchang'd love tokens with my child: in nights;

Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, Four nights will qnickly dream away the time; With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; And then the moon, like to a silver how And stol'n the impression of her fantasy New bent in heaven, shall behold the night With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits, Of our solemnities.

Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; mes The. Go, Philostrate,

sengers Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Of strong prerailment in unharden'd youth : Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

heart; The pale companion is not for our pomp.- Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me.

(E_ PALLOSTRATE. To stubborn harshness:-- And,my gracious duke, Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, Be it so she will not here before your grace And won thy love, doing thee injuries; Consent to marry with Demetrius, But I will wed thee in another key,

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;

As she is mine, I may dispose of her: My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, como;
Which shall be either to this gentleman, And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,
Or to her death; according to our law,

I have some private schooling for you both.Immediately provided in that case. [maid: For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself

The. What say you, Hermia? be advisd, fair | To fit your fancies to your father's will;
To you your father should be as a god; Or else the law of Athens yield you up
One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one (Which by no means we may extenuate)
To whom you are but as a form in wax, To death, or to a vow of single life.--
By him imprinted, and within his power Come, my Hippolita; What cheer, my love ?-
To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

Demetrius, and Egeus, go along:
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

I must employ you in some business Her. So is Lysander.

Against our nuptial; and confer with you The.

In himself he is: of something nearly that concerns yourselves. But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, Eye. With duty and desire we follow you. The other must be held the worthier.

[Edeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, Her. I would my father look'd but with my

DEMETRIUS, and Train. eves.

(look. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek The. Rather youreyes must with his judgment so pale?

Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? I know not by what power I am made bold; Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could Nor how it may concern my modesty,

well In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts; Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. But I besecch your grace that I may know Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, The worst that may befall me in this case, Could ever hear by tale or history, If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

The course of true love never did run smooth: The. Either to die the death, or to abjure But, either it was different in blood; For ever the society of men.

Her. O eross! too high to be enthrall'd too low! Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years; know of your youth, examine well your blood, Her. O spite! too old to be engaged to young! Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, Lys. Orelse it stood upon the choice of friends: You can endure the livery of a nun;

Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye! For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,

Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, To live a barren sister all your life,

War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Making it momentary as a sound, Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; To undergo such maiden pilgrimage: Brief as the lightning in the collied night, But earthlier happy is the rose distillid, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, And ere a man hath power to say,--Behold ! Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. The jaws of darkness do devour it up;

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die my lord, So quick bright things come to confusion. Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, l'nto his lordship, whose unwished yoke It stands as an edict in destiny : My soul consents not to give sovereignty. Then let us teach our trial patience, The. Take time to pause: and by the next Because it is a customary cross; [sighs, new-inoon

As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. For everlasting bond of fellowship),

Lys. A good persuasion; therefore hear me, l'pon that day either prepare to die,

I have a widow aunt, a dowager [Hermia. For disobedience to your father's will;

Of great revenue, and she hath no child: Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would : From Athens is her house remote seven leagues; Or on Diana's altar to protest,

And she respects me as her only son. For aye, austerity and single life. [yield There, gentle Ilermia, may I marry thee;

Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia;-And, Lysander, And to that place the sharp Athenian law Thy crazed title to my certain right.

Cannot pursue us: If thou lovs't me then,
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius: Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
Let me have liermia's: do you marryhim. [love, And in the wood, a league without the town,

Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
And what is mine my love shall render him; To do observance to a morn of May,
And she is mine : and all my right of her There will I stay for thee.
I do estate unto Demetrius.


My good Lysander! Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, I

I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; As well possess'd: my love is more than his; By his best arrow with the golden head, My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, By the simplicity of Venus' doves: If not with vantage, as Demetrius':

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves, And, which is more than all these boasts can be, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage I am belov'd of beauteous Herinia:

queen, Why should not I then prosecute my right? When the false Trojan under sail was seen; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, By all the vows that ever men have broke, Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, In number more than ever women spoke ; And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, In that same place thou hast appointed me, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. (Helena. Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

Lys. Keep promise, love: Look, here comes The, I must confess, that I have heard so much,

Enter HELENA. And with Demetrius thought to have spoke Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away? But, being over full of self-affairs, (thereof; Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay;

Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! But herein mean I to enrich my pain, Youreyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet To have his sight thither and back again. [Exit. More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, (air. SCENE II. The same. A Room in a Cottage. When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds ap


and STARVELING. Sickness is catching; 0, were favour so! Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;

Quin. Is all our company here? My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,

Bot. You were best to call them generally, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet man by man, according to the scrip. melody.

Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, which is thought fitthrough all Athens, to play The rest I'll give to be to you translated.

in our interlude before the duke and duchess, on 0, teach me how you look; and with what art his wedding-day at night. You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the

Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. play treatson; then read the names of the actors; Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my and so grow to a point. smiles such skill!

Quin. Marry, our play is-The most lamentHer I give him curses, yet he gives me love. able comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection and Thisby. move!

Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. and a merry-Now, good Peter Quince, call Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. forth your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. yourselves.

(the weaver. Hel. None, but your beauty ; 'Would that fault Quin. Answer, as I call you, -Nick Bottom were mine i

[face; Bot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and Her. Take cornfort; he no more shall see my proceed.

[Pyramus. Lysander and myself will fly this place.- Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Before the time I did Lysander see,

Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant? Seem'd Athens as a paradise to

Quin. A lover, that kills himselfmost gallantly O then, what graces in my love do dwell,

for love. That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

Bot. That will ask some tears in the true perLys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold to their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,

in some measure. To the rest :-Yet my chief Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass

humouris fora tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal), or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split. Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.

“The raging rocks, Her. And in the wood, where often you and I

With shivering shocks, Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie,

Shall break the locks Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet,

Of prison gates: There my Lysander and myself shall meet:

And Phibbus' car And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,

Shall shine from far, To seek new friends and stranger companies.

And make and mar Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,

The foolish fates." And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! This was lofty !--Now name the rest of the Keep word, Lysander; we must starve our sight players.--This is Ereles' vein, a tyrant's vein; From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight. a lover is more condoling.

[Exit HERMIA. Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. Lys. I will, my Hertnia.-Helena, adieu: Fiu Here, Peter Quince. As you on him, Demetrius dote on you !

Quin. You must take Thisby on you,

[Exit LYSANDER. Fiu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? He. How happy some,o'er other some can be! Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; have a beard coming. He will not know what all but he do know. Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a And as he erry, doting on Hermia's eyes, mask, and you may speak as small as you will. So I, admiring of his qualities.

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Thisby too: I'll speak in a monstrous little Love can transpose to form and dignity. voice;- Thisne, Thisne-Ah, Pyramus, my lover Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; dear; thy Thisby dear! and lany dear! And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind; Quin. No, no, you must play Pyramus; and, Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Flute, you Thisby. Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : Bot. Well, proceed. And therefore is love said to be a child,

Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. Because in choice he is so oft beguild.

Star. Here, Peter Quince. As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play This. So the boy love is perjur'd every where; by's mother.- Tom Snout, the tinker. For ere Demetrius look'd on Ilerinia's eyne, Snout. Here, Peter Quince, He haila down oaths, that he was only inine: Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself Thisby's And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, father:-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part: So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. --and, I hope, here is a play fitted. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight; Saug. Have you the lion's part written? pray Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study. Pursue her; and for this intelligence

Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is no If I have thanks, it is a dear expenso: thing but roaring.

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