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Re-enter QUINCE.

Quin. Blefs thee, Bottom! blefs thee! thou art translated. [Exit.

Bot. I fee their knavery: this is to make an afs of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not ftir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will fing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.

The oufel-cock, fo black of bue,
With orange-tawny bill,

The throfile with his note fo true,

The wren with little quill;

[Sings.

Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,

The plain-fong cuckoo gray,

Whofe note full many a man doth mark,

And dares not answer, nay ;—

[Waking.

for, indeed, who would fet his wit to fo foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry, cuckoo, never fo?

Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, fing again

Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,

So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;

And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me,
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: And yet, to fay the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days: The more the pity,. that fome honeft neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek, upon occafion.

Tita. Thou art as wife as thou art beautiful.

Bot. Not fo, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. Tita. Out of this wood do not defire to go;

Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.
I am a fpirit, of no common rate;

The fummer still doth tend upon my state,
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;

And they fhall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And fing, while thou on preffed flowers doft fleep:
And I will purge thy mortal groffness so,

That thou fhalt like an airy fpirit go.

Peas-bloffom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-feed!

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Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags fteal from the humble bees,
And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed, and to arise;

And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his fleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtefies.

1 Fai. Hail, mortal!

2 Fai, Hail!

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3 Fai.

3 Fai. Hail!

4 Fai. Hail!

Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily.-I beseech, your worship's name.

Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I fhall defire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I fhall make bold with you. Your name, honeft gentleman ?

Peas. Peas-bloffom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Peas-blossom, I fhall defire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, fir?

Muf. Muftard-feed.

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Bot. Good mafter Mustard-feed, I know your patience well that fame cowardly, giant-like, ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. you more acquaintance, good master Mustard-feed.

I defire

Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a wat’ry eye; And when the weeps, weeps every little flower,

Lamenting fome enforced chastity.

Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Another part of the Wood.

Enter OBERON.

Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

Which she must dote on in extremity.

Enter

Enter PUCK.

Here comes my meffenger.-How now, mad spirit?
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and confecrated bower,
While the was in her dull and fleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Thefeus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren fort,
Who Pyramus prefented, in their sport
Forfook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:
When I did him at this advantage take,
An afs's now I fixed on his head;

Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

And forth my mimick comes: When they him spy,
As wild geefe that the creeping fowler eye,
Or ruffet-pated choughs, many in fort,
Rifing and cawing at the gun's report
Sever themfelves, and madly fweep the sky;
So, at his fight, away his fellows fly :

And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ;

He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.

Their fenfe, thus weak, loft with their fears, thus strong, Made fenfeless things begin to do them wrong:

For briers and thorns at their apparel fnatch;

Some, fleeves; fome, hats from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,

And left fweet Pyramus tranflated there ::
When in that moment (fo it came to pafs,)
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an afs.
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.

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But haft thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck. I took him fleeping,-that is finish'd too,And the Athenian woman by his fide;

That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey'd.

Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA.

Obe. Stand clofe; this is the same Athenian.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you fo?

Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe.

Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worfe;
For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain Lyfander in his sleep,

Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.

The fun was not fo true unto the day,

As he to me: Would he have ftol'n away

From fleeping Hermia? I'll believe as foon,

This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon
May through the centre creep, and fo displease
Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou haft murder'd him;
So fhould a murderer look; fo dead, fo grim.

Dem. So fhould the murder'd look; and fo fhould I,
Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty :
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Dem. I had rather give his carcafe to my hounds.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'ft me past the

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