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You can endure the livery of a nun;
Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years; For ayel to be in shady cloister mew'd,
Her. O spite! too old to be engag'd to young! To live a barren sister all your life,
Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends. Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye! Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage:
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; But earthlier happy is the rose distillid,
Making it momentary as a sound, 'Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
And ere a man hath power to say,-Behold ! Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke The jaws of darkness do devour it up: My soul consenis not to give sovereignty. So guick bright things come to confusion. The. Take time to pause : and, by the next new Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, moon
It stands as an edict in destiny: (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Then let us teach our trial patience, For everlasting bond of fellowship,)
Because it is a customary cross; Upon that day either prepare to die,
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and For disobedience to your father's will;.
sighs, Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would: Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. Or on Diana's altar to protest,
Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, For aye austerity and single life.
Hermia. Dem. Relent, 'sweet Hermia ;-And, Lysander, I have a widow aunt, a dowager yield
or great revenue, and she hath no child : Thy crazed title to my certain right.
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ;
Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love; And to that place the sharp Athenian law
And in the wood, a league without the town,
My good Lysander : And, which is more than all these boasts can bc, I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia :
By his best arrow with the golden head; Why should not I then prosccute my right? By the simplicity of Venus' doves; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ; Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, When the false Trojan under sail was seen; Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
By all the vows that ever men have broke, Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
In number more than ever women spoke ;The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, In that same place thou hast appointed me, And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. But, being over-full of sell-affairs,
Lys. Keep promise, love : look, here comes My mind did lose it. ---But, Demetrius, come;
Hel. Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay. Or else the law of Athens yield you up
Demetrius loves your fair : 0 happy fair! (Which by no means we may extenuate,) Your eyes are lode-stars ; and your tongue's sweet To dea'h, or to a vow of single lise.
air Come, my Hippolyta ; what cheer, my love? More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, Demetrius, and Egeus, go along :
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear, I must employ you in some business
Sickness is catching; O were favour' so! Against our nuptial; and confer with you Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; of something nearly that concerns yourselves. My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. My tongue should catch
your tongue's sweet melody, (Ereunt thes. Hip. Ege. Dem. and train. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek The rest I'll give to be to you translated. so pale ?
0, teach me how you look; and with what art How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart,
Her. Belike for want of rain; which I could well Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
such skill! Could ever hear by tale or history,
Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. The course of true love never did run smooth: Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection But, either it was different in blood;
move! Her. O cross ! too high to be enthralld to low! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me,
Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me, (1) Ever. (2) Wicked. (3) Give, bestow. 14) Black. (5) Lovers. (6) Pole-stars.
Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. ble comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Hel. None, but your beauty; 'would that fault Thisby. were mine!
Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my and a merry: - Row, good Peter Quince, call forth face;
your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourLysander and myself will fly this place. - selves. Before the time I did Lysander see,
Quin. Answer, as I call you.- Nick Bottom, Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
the weaver. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
Bot. Ready: name what part I am for, and proThat he hath turn'd a beaven unto hell!
Iceed. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Py To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold Her silver visage in the watry glass,
Bol. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass Quin. A lover, that kills himselí most gallantly (A time that lovers' Aights doth still conceal,) for love. Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. Bol. That will ask some tears in the true per
Her. And in the wood, where often you and I forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet : sorne measure. To the rest :-Yet my chief huThere my Lysander and myself shall meet : mour is for a tyrant: I could play Ereles rarely, And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split. To seek new friends and stranger companies.
“ The raging rocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,
“ With shivering shocks, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!
“Shall break the locks Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
“ or prison-gates : From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.
" And Phibbuscar
(Exit Hermia. “ Shall shine from far, Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helena, adieu :
“And make and mar As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
“ The foolish fates."
(Exit Lysander. This was lofty! - Now name the rest of the playHel. How happy some, o'er other some can be ! ers. This is Ercles' vein; a tyrant's vein; a lover Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. is more condoling. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. He will not know what all but he do know.
Flu. Here, Peter Quince. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
Quin. You must take Thisby on you. So I, admiring of his qualities,
Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; have a beard coming. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind : Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; mask, and you may speak as small as you will. Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste: Bol. Ant may hide my face, let me play Thisby And therefore is love said to be a child,
too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice ;-ThisBecause in choice he is so oft beguil'd.
ne, Thisne, - Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy As waggish boys in game' themselves forswear, Thisby dear! and lady dear! So the boy love is perjur'd every where:
Quin.' No, no ; you must play Pyramus, and, For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's
eyne,' Flute, you Thisby. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Bot. Well, proceed. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, Quin. Robin
Starveling, the tailor. So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Star. Here, Peter Quince. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, mother.-Tom Snout, the tinker. Pursue her; and for this intelligence
Snout. Here, Peter Quince. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
father ;-Snug, ihe joiner, you, the lion's part:To have his sight thither, and back again. (Exit. and, I hope, here is a play fitted.
Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? pray SCENE II.-The same. A room in a Cottage. you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
Enter Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, Quince, andl. Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing Starveling
Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that Quin. Is all our company here?
I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will Bot. You were best to call them generally, man roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar by man, according to the scrip.
again, Let him roar again. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his would shriek: and that were enough to hang us all. wedding-day at night.
AU. That would hang us every mother's son. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the Bol. I grant you, friends, is that you should play treats on; then read the names of the actors; fright the ladies out of their wits, they wculd have and so grow to a point.
no more discretion but to hang us: but I will agQuin. Marry, our play is—The most lamenta-gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently
as any sucking dove; I will roar you an: 'twere (1) Sport. (2) Eyes.
(3) As il lany nightingale.
Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus: for Call?d Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as That fright the maidens of the villagery; one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern," gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs and bootless make the breathless housewife churn; play Pyramus.
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; Bol. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm : were I best to play it in ?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Quin. Why, what you will.
You do thcir work, and they shall have good luck: Bot. I will discharge it in cither your straw-Are not you he ? coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your, Puck.
Thou speak’st aright; purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-co- I am that merry wanderer of the night. lour beard, your perfect yellow.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair When I a fat and bean-led horse beguile, at all, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreal And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, you, requests .d desire you, to con them by In very likeness of a roasted crab;' to-morrow night: and meet me in the palace wood, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, be dogg'd with company, and our devices known. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me: In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties,' Then slip i from her bum, down topples she, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. And tailor cries, and falls into a cough;
Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe, more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear be perfect; adieu.
A merrier hour was never wasted there.Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings.[Exe. Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he
were gone! SCENE II.-Enter Oberon, al one door, with his
train, and Titania, at another, with hers. ACT II.
Obe. Il met by moon-light, proud Titania. SCENE I.-A wood near Athens. Enter a Fairy I have forsworn his bed and company
Tita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence; at one door, and Puck at another.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton ; Am not. I thy lord? Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know Fai. Over hill, over dale,
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
Come from the farthest steep of India ?
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
night Farewell, thou lobo of spirits, I'll be gone; From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? Our queen and all her elves come here anon. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night; With Ariadne, and Antiopa?
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Or on the beached margent of the sea, And jealous Oberon would have the child To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild: Blit with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport: But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea joy :
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, And now they never meet in grove, or green, Have every pelting river made so proud, By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, That they have overborne their continents:! But they do square ;c that all their elves, for fear, The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Hath rotfed, ere his youth attain'd a beard: quite,
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
(1) Articles required in performing a play. (6) Quarrel. (7) Mill. (8) Yeast. 2) At all events.
(3) Circles. (9) Wild apple. (10) Petty. (4) A term of contempt. (5) Shining. (11) Banks which contain them.