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, 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, 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. The fummer still doth tend upon my state, And they fhall fetch thee jewels from the deep, That thou fhalt like an airy fpirit go. Peas-bloffom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-feed! Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, 1 Fai. Hail, mortal! 2 Fai, Hail! D 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. : 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; Which she must dote on in extremity. Enter Enter PUCK. Here comes my meffenger.-How now, mad spirit? Anon, his Thisbe must be answered, And forth my mimick comes: When they him spy, 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. And left fweet Pyramus tranflated there :: But haft thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes 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. Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worfe; Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep, 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 Dem. So fhould the murder'd look; and fo fhould I, Dem. I had rather give his carcafe to my hounds. bounds Of |