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Capid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal, throned by the west;
And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts:
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon;
And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free*.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell :
It fell upon a little western flower,-
Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it, love.in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once;
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid,
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again,
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
[Exit Puck. Obe.
Having ovce this juice,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes :
The next thing then she waking looks
(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape),
She hall pursue it with the soul of love.
And ere I take this charm off from her sight
(As I can take it, with another herb),
I'll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here! I am invisible;
And I will over-hear their conference.
Enter Demetrius, Helena following him.
Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia?
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood,
And here am I, and wood* within this wood,
Because I cannot meet with Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?
Or rather, do I not in plainest truth
Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you?
Hel. Aud even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love
(Aud yet a place of high respect with me),
Than to be used as you use your dog?
Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick, when I do look on thee.
Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.
Dem. You do impeacht your modesty, too much,
To leave the city, and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night,
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that..
It is not night, when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night:
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company ;
For you, in my respect, are all the world :
Then how can it be said, I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?
Dem. l'll run from thee, and hide me in the
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
• Mad, raving. + Bring in question.
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you.
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd;
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase ;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger : bootless speed !
When cowardice pursues, and valour Alies.
Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go :
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
· Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do me mischief. Fy, Demetrius!
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be woo'd, and were pot made to woo.
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon* the hand I love so well.
(Exeunt Dem. and Hel. Obe. Fare thee well, nymph : ere he do leave this
grove, Thou shalt iy him, and he shall seek thy love
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer
Puck. Ay, there it is.
pray thee, give it me.
I know a bapk whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox lipst and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with lush I woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight
And there the snake throws her enameli'd skin
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, aud seek through this grove:
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
But do it, when the next thing he espies
May be the lady: thou shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care; that he may prove
More fond on her, than she upon her love:
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.
Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do
Another part of the wood.
Enter Titania, with her train.
Tita. Come, now a roundel*, and a fairy song i
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
Some, war with rear-micet for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders
At our quaint spirits I: sing me now aslcep;
Then to your offices, and let me rest.
You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Thorny hedge hogs, be not seen;
Newts 5, and blind-worms ll, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen:
# A kind of dance, + Bats,
Chorus. Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby ;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
* Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence:
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Chorus. Philomel, with melody, &c.
1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well :
One, aloof, stand sentinel.
[Ereunt Fairies. Titania sleeps.
Obe. What thou seest when thou dost wake,
[Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids.
Do it for thy true love take;
Love, and languish for his sake :
Be it ouncet, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
Wake, when some vile thing is near.
Enter Lysander and Hermia.
Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the
And to speak truth, I have forgot our way;
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Her, Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head,
* The small tiger.