Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. At whofe approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, For fear left day should look their shames upon, I with the morning's love have oft made fport; Puck. Up and down, up and down; Enter LYSANDER. [Exit OBE. Lyf. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? Lyf. I will be with thee straight. Puck. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak. In fome bufh? Where doft 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 defil'd, That draws a fword on thee. Dem. Yea; art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood here. [Exeunt. Re-enter LYSANDER. Lyf. He goes before me, and still dares me on; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, For if but once thou show me thy grey light, Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS. [Lies down. Puck. Ho, ho! ho! ho! Coward, why com'st thou not? Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ft; for well I wot, Thou Thou runn'ft before me, shifting every place; Where art thou? Puck. Come hither; 1 ain here. Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. this dear, If ever I thy face by day-light fee: Thou shalt buy Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me Enter HELENA. Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, That I may back to Athens, by day-light, From these that my poor company deteft: And, fleep, that fometime shuts up forrow's eye, Puck. Yet but three? Come one more; Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Enter HERMIA. [Sleeps. Her. Never fo weary, never fo in woe, I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my defires. Here will I reft me, till the break of day. E [Lies down. Puck. Puck. On the ground Sleep found: To your eye, [Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eye. When thou wak'st, Thou tak'ft True delight In the fight Of thy former lady's eye : And the country proverb known, That every man fhould take his own, Jack shall have Jill; Nought fhall go ill; The man fhall have his mare again, and all shall be well. [Exit PUCK.-DEM. HEL. &c. fleep. ACT ACT IV. SCENE I. The fame. Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, Fairies attending; OBERON behind, unfeen. Tita. Come, fit thee down upon this flowery bed, And stick musk-roses in thy fleek smooth head, And kifs thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Bot. Where's Peas-bloffom? Peas. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-bloffom.-Where's monfeur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. Bot. Monfieur Cobweb; good monfieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip'd humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monfieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monfieur; and, good monfieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loth to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, fignior.-Where's monfieur Muftard-feed? Muft. Ready. Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monfieur. Muft. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good monfieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to fcratch. I muft to the barber's, monfieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face: and I am fuch a tender afs, if my hair do but tickle me, I must cratch. |