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ACT I. SCENE I.
Athens. A
room in the palace of THESEUS
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and
ATTENDANTS
THESEUS. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial
hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon; but, O, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.
HIPPOLYTA. Four days will quickly steep themselves
in night;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
THESEUS. Go, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for our pomp. Exit
PHILOSTRATE
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.
Enter EGEUS, and his daughter HERMIA, LYSANDER,
and DEMETRIUS
EGEUS. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke!
THESEUS. Thanks, good Egeus; what's the news
with thee?
EGEUS. Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander. And, my gracious Duke,
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child.
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her
rhymes,
And interchang'd love-tokens with my child;
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love,
And stol'n the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds,
conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats- messengers
Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth;
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's
heart;
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness. And, my gracious Duke,
Be it so she will not here before your Grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens:
As she is mine I may dispose of her;
Which shall be either to this gentleman
Or to her death, according to our law
Immediately provided in that case.
THESEUS. What say you, Hermia? Be advis'd,
fair maid.
To you your father should be as a god;
One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and
one
To whom you are but as a form in wax,
By him imprinted, and within his power
To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
HERMIA. So is Lysander.
THESEUS. In himself he is;
But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
The other must be held the worthier.
HERMIA. I would my father look'd but with
my eyes.
THESEUS. Rather your eyes must with his judgment
look.
HERMIA. I do entreat your Grace to pardon
me.
I know not by what power I am made bold,
Nor how it may concern my modesty
In such a presence here to plead my thoughts;
But I beseech your Grace that I may know
The worst that may befall me in this case,
If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
THESEUS. Either to die the death, or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,
Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father's
choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be shady cloister mew'd,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless
moon.
Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
HERMIA. So will I grow, so live, so die, my
lord,
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.
THESEUS. Take time to pause; and by the next
new moon-
The sealing-day betwixt my love and me
For everlasting bond of fellowship-
Upon that day either prepare to die
For disobedience to your father's will,
Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would,
Or on Diana's altar to protest
For aye austerity and single life.
DEMETRIUS. Relent, sweet Hermia; and, Lysander,
yield
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
LYSANDER. You have her father's love, Demetrius;
Let me have Hermia's; do you marry him.
EGEUS. Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my
love;
And what is mine my love shall render him;
And she is mine; and all my right of her
I do estate unto Demetrius.
LYSANDER. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as
he,
As well possess'd; my love is more than his;
My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
And, which is more than all these boasts can
be,
I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia.
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
THESEUS. I must confess that I have heard
so much,
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof;
But, being over-full of self-affairs,
My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come;
And come, Egeus; you shall go with me;
I have some private schooling for you both.
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
To fit your fancies to your father's will,
Or else the law of Athens yields you up-
Which by no means we may extenuate-
To death, or to a vow of single life.
Come, my Hippolyta; what cheer, my love?
Demetrius, and Egeus, go along;
I must employ you in some business
Against our nuptial, and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
EGEUS. With duty and desire we follow you.
Exeunt all but LYSANDER and HERMIA
LYSANDER. How now, my love! Why is your cheek
so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
HERMIA. Belike for want of rain, which I could
well
Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
LYSANDER. Ay me! for aught that I could ever
read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But either it was different in blood-
HERMIA. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd
to low.
LYSANDER. Or else misgraffed in respect of
years-
HERMIA. O spite! too old to be engag'd to
young.
LYSANDER. Or else it stood upon the choice
of friends-
HERMIA. O hell! to choose love by another's
eyes.
LYSANDER. Or, if there were a sympathy in
choice,
War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to
it,
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and
earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up;
So quick bright things come to confusion.
HERMIA. If then true lovers have ever cross'd,
It stands as an edict in destiny.
Then let us teach our trial patience,
Because it is a customary cross,
As due to love as thoughts and dreams and
sighs,
Wishes and tears, poor Fancy's followers.
LYSANDER. A good persuasion; therefore, hear
me, Hermia.
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Of great revenue, and she hath no child-
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues-
And she respects me as her only son.
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then,
Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena
To do observance to a morn of May,
There will I stay for thee.
HERMIA. My good Lysander!
I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow,
By his best arrow, with the golden head,
By the simplicity of Venus' doves,
By that which knitteth souls and prospers
loves,
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage
Queen,
When the false Troyan under sail was seen,
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever women spoke,
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
LYSANDER. Keep promise, love. Look, here comes
Helena.
Enter HELENA
HERMIA. God speed fair Helena! Whither away?
HELENA. Call you me fair? That fair again
unsay.
Demetrius loves your fair. O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars and your tongue's
sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching; O, were favour so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go!
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your
eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet
melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart!
HERMIA. I frown upon him, yet he loves me
still.
HELENA. O that your frowns would teach my
smiles such skill!
HERMIA. I give him curses, yet he gives me
love.
HELENA. O that my prayers could such affection
move!
HERMIA. The more I hate, the more he follows
me.
HELENA. The more I love, the more he hateth
me.
HERMIA. His folly, Helena, is no fault of
mine.
HELENA. None, but your beauty; would that
fault were mine!
HERMIA. Take comfort: he no more shall see
my face;
Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Before the time I did Lysander see,
Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!
LYSANDER. Helen, to you our minds we will
unfold:
To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,
Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal.
HERMIA. And in the wood where often you and
I
Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie,
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet,
There my Lysander and myself shall meet;
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes,
To seek new friends and stranger companies.
Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for
us,
And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!
Keep word, Lysander; we must starve our sight
From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight.
LYSANDER. I will, my Hermia. [Exit HERMIA]
Helena, adieu;
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you. Exit
HELENA. How happy some o'er other some can
be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;
He will not know what all but he do know.
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the
mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste;
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjur'd everywhere;
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,
He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolv'd, and show'rs of oaths did
melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight;
Then to the wood will he to-morrow night
Pursue her; and for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expense.
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again.
Exit
SCENE II.
Athens. QUINCE'S house
Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM FLUTE, SNOUT, and
STARVELING
QUINCE. Is all our company here?
BOTTOM. You were best to call them generally,
man by man,
according
to the scrip.
QUINCE. Here is the scroll of every man's
name which is thought
fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude
before the
Duke
and the Duchess on his wedding-day at night.
BOTTOM. First, good Peter Quince, say what
the play treats on;
then
read the names of the actors; and so grow
to a point.
QUINCE. Marry, our play is 'The most Lamentable
Comedy and most
Cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisby.'
BOTTOM. A very good piece of work, I assure
you, and a merry.
Now,
good Peter Quince, call forth your actors
by the scroll.
Masters,
spread yourselves.
QUINCE. Answer, as I call you. Nick Bottom,
the weaver.
BOTTOM. Ready. Name what part I am for, and
proceed.
QUINCE. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for
Pyramus.
BOTTOM. What is Pyramus? A lover, or a tyrant?
QUINCE. A lover, that kills himself most gallant
for love.
BOTTOM. That will ask some tears in the true
performing of it.
If I
do it, let the audience look to their eyes;
I will move
storms; I
will condole in some measure. To the rest-
yet my chief
humour is
for a tyrant. I could play Ercles rarely,
or a part to tear a
cat
in, to make all split.
'The raging rocks
And shivering shocks
Shall break the locks
Of prison gates;
And Phibbus' car
Shall shine from far,
And make and mar
The foolish Fates.'
This was lofty. Now name the rest of the players.
This is
Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein: a lover is
more condoling.
QUINCE. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
FLUTE. Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE. Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
FLUTE. What is Thisby? A wand'ring knight?
QUINCE. It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
FLUTE. Nay, faith, let not me play a woman;
I have a beard
coming.
QUINCE. That's all one; you shall play it
in a mask, and you
may
speak as small as you will.
BOTTOM. An I may hide my face, let me play
Thisby too.
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice: 'Thisne,
Thisne!'
[Then speaking small] 'Ah Pyramus, my lover
dear! Thy
Thisby dear, and lady dear!'
QUINCE. No, no, you must play Pyramus; and,
Flute, you Thisby.
BOTTOM. Well, proceed.
QUINCE. Robin Starveling, the tailor.
STARVELING. Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's
mother.
Tom Snout, the tinker.
SNOUT. Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE. You, Pyramus' father; myself, Thisby's
father; Snug,
the
joiner, you, the lion's part. And, I hope,
here is a play
fitted.
SNUG. Have you the lion's part written? Pray
you, if it be,
give it
me, for I am slow of study.
QUINCE. You may do it extempore, for it is
nothing but roaring.
BOTTOM. Let me play the lion too. I will roar
that I will do
any
man's heart good to hear me; I will roar that
I will make the
Duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar
again.'
QUINCE. An you should do it too terribly,
you would fright the
Duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek;
and that were
enough to hang us all.
ALL. That would hang us, every mother's son.
BOTTOM. I grant you, friends, if you should
fright the ladies
out
of their wits, they would have no more discretion
but to hang
us;
but I will aggravate my voice so, that I will
roar you as
gently
as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere
any
nightingale.
QUINCE. You can play no part but Pyramus;
for Pyramus is a
sweet-fac'd man; a proper man, as one shall
see in a summer's
day; a most lovely gentleman-like man; therefore
you must
needs
play Pyramus.
BOTTOM. Well, I will undertake it. What beard
were I best to
play
it in?
QUINCE. Why, what you will.
BOTTOM. I will discharge it in either your
straw-colour beard,
your
orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard,
or your
French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.
QUINCE. Some of your French crowns have no
hair at all, and
then
you will play bare-fac'd. But, masters, here
are your parts;
and
I am to entreat you, request you, and desire
you, to con them
by
to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace
wood, a mile
without
the town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse;
for if we
meet in
the city, we shall be dogg'd with company,
and our devices
known.
In the meantime I will draw a bill of properties,
such as our
play wants. I pray you, fail me not.
BOTTOM. We will meet; and there we may rehearse
most obscenely
and
courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.
QUINCE. At the Duke's oak we meet.
BOTTOM. Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings.
Exeunt
End of act I
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ACT II. SCENE I.
A wood near Athens
Enter a FAIRY at One door, and PUCK at another
PUCK. How now, spirit! whither wander you?
FAIRY. Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours.
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone.
Our Queen and all her elves come here anon.
PUCK. The King doth keep his revels here to-night;
Take heed the Queen come not within his sight;
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she as her attendant hath
A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king.
She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests
wild;
But she perforce withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all
her joy.
And now they never meet in grove or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,
But they do square, that all their elves for
fear
Creep into acorn cups and hide them there.
FAIRY. Either I mistake your shape and making
quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Call'd Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he
That frights the maidens of the villagery,
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife
churn,
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm,
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their
harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good
luck.
Are not you he?
PUCK. Thou speakest aright:
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal;
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her withered dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and
laugh,
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But room, fairy, here comes Oberon.
FAIRY. And here my mistress. Would that he
were gone!
Enter OBERON at one door, with his TRAIN,
and TITANIA,
at another, with hers
OBERON. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
TITANIA. What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip
hence;
I have forsworn his bed and company.
OBERON. Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord?
TITANIA. Then I must be thy lady; but I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep of India,
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity?
OBERON. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst not thou lead him through the glimmering
night
From Perigouna, whom he ravished?
And make him with fair Aegles break his faith,
With Ariadne and Antiopa?
TITANIA. These are the forgeries of jealousy;
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our
sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which, falling in the land,
Hath every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents.
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in
vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green
corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable.
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest;
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound.
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is
which.
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.
OBERON. Do you amend it, then; it lies in
you.
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy
To be my henchman.
TITANIA. Set your heart at rest;
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a vot'ress of my order;
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking th' embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive,
And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind;
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following- her womb then rich with my young
squire-
Would imitate, and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake do I rear up her boy;
And for her sake I will not part with him.
OBERON. How long within this wood intend you
stay?
TITANIA. Perchance till after Theseus' wedding-day.
If you will patiently dance in our round,
And see our moonlight revels, go with us;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.
OBERON. Give me that boy and I will go with
thee.
TITANIA. Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies,
away.
We shall chide downright if I longer stay.
Exit TITANIA with her train
OBERON. Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from
this grove
Till I torment thee for this injury.
My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememb'rest
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea-maid's music.
PUCK. I remember.
OBERON. That very time I saw, but thou couldst
not,
Flying between the cold moon and the earth
Cupid, 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 flow'r, the herb I showed thee
once.
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids 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
OBERON. Having once 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 upon,
Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,
She shall pursue it with the soul of love.
And ere I take this charm from off 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 overhear their conference.
Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him
DEMETRIUS. 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 unto this
wood,
And here am I, and wood within this wood,
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
HELENA. 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.
DEMETRIUS. 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?
HELENA. And 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,
And yet a place of high respect with me,
Than to be used as you use your dog?
DEMETRIUS. Tempt not too much the hatred of
my spirit;
For I am sick when I do look on thee.
HELENA. And I am sick when I look not on you.
DEMETRIUS. You do impeach 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.
HELENA. 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?
DEMETRIUS. I'll run from thee and hide me
in the brakes,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
HELENA. 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 flies.
DEMETRIUS. 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.
HELENA. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the
field,
You do me mischief. Fie, 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 not made to woo.
Exit DEMETRIUS
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well. Exit
HELENA
OBERON. Fare thee well, nymph; ere he do leave
this grove,
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy
love.
Re-enter PUCK
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.
PUCK. Ay, there it is.
OBERON. I pray thee give it me.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine;
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell'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, and 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 so. Exeunt
SCENE II.
Another part of the wood
Enter TITANIA, with her train
TITANIA. Come now, a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence:
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
Some war with rere-mice 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. Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices, and let me rest.
The FAIRIES Sing
FIRST FAIRY. You spotted snakes with double
tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy Queen.
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.
SECOND FAIRY. 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, etc. [TITANIA
sleeps]
FIRST FAIRY. Hence away; now all is well.
One aloof stand sentinel. Exeunt FAIRIES
Enter OBERON and squeezes the flower on TITANIA'S
eyelids
OBERON. What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true-love take;
Love and languish for his sake.
Be it ounce, 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. Exit
Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA
LYSANDER. Fair love, you faint with wand'ring
in the wood;
And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way;
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
HERMIA. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a
bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
LYSANDER. One turf shall serve as pillow for
us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
HERMIA. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my
dear,
Lie further off yet; do not lie so near.
LYSANDER. O, take the sense, sweet, of my
innocence!
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
I mean that my heart unto yours is knit,
So that but one heart we can make of it;
Two bosoms interchained with an oath,
So then two bosoms and a single troth.
Then by your side no bed-room me deny,
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
HERMIA. Lysander riddles very prettily.
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied!
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off, in human modesty;
Such separation as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend.
Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!
LYSANDER. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer
say I;
And then end life when I end loyalty!
Here is my bed; sleep give thee all his rest!
HERMIA. With half that wish the wisher's eyes
be press'd!
[They sleep]
Enter PUCK
PUCK. Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence- Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe:
When thou wak'st let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon. Exit
Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running
HELENA. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
DEMETRIUS. I charge thee, hence, and do not
haunt me thus.
HELENA. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? Do
not so.
DEMETRIUS. Stay on thy peril; I alone will
go. Exit
HELENA. O, I am out of breath in this fond
chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies,
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt
tears;
If so, my eyes are oft'ner wash'd than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear,
For beasts that meet me run away for fear;
Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?
But who is here? Lysander! on the ground!
Dead, or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
LYSANDER. [Waking] And run through fire I
will for thy sweet
sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
HELENA. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so.
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what
though?
Yet Hermia still loves you; then be content.
LYSANDER. Content with Hermia! No: I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love:
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd,
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their season;
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
Love's stories, written in Love's richest
book.
HELENA. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery
born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you
do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well; perforce I must confess
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
O, that a lady of one man refus'd
Should of another therefore be abus'd! Exit
LYSANDER. She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep
thou there;
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And, all my powers, address your love and
might
To honour Helen, and to be her knight! Exit
HERMIA. [Starting] Help me, Lysander, help
me; do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast.
Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here!
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.
Lysander! What, remov'd? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing gone? No sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? Speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? Then I well perceive you are not nigh.
Either death or you I'll find immediately.
Exit
End of Act II
Act III of the midsummer night's dream by
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ACT III. SCENE I.
The wood. TITANIA lying asleep
Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT,
and STARVELING
BOTTOM. Are we all met?
QUINCE. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous
convenient place for
our
rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage,
this hawthorn
brake our tiring-house; and we will do it
in action, as we
will
do it before the Duke.
BOTTOM. Peter Quince!
QUINCE. What sayest thou, bully Bottom?
BOTTOM. There are things in this comedy of
Pyramus and Thisby
that
will never please. First, Pyramus must draw
a sword to kill
himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How
answer you that?
SNOUT. By'r lakin, a parlous fear.
STARVELING. I believe we must leave the killing
out, when all
is
done.
BOTTOM. Not a whit; I have a device to make
all well. Write me
a
prologue; and let the prologue seem to say
we will do no harm
with our swords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd
indeed; and
for
the more better assurance, tell them that
I Pyramus am not
Pyramus but Bottom the weaver. This will put
them out of
fear.
QUINCE. Well, we will have such a prologue;
and it shall be
written
in eight and six.
BOTTOM. No, make it two more; let it be written
in eight and
eight.
SNOUT. Will not the ladies be afeard of the
lion?
STARVELING. I fear it, I promise you.
BOTTOM. Masters, you ought to consider with
yourself to bring
in-
God shield us!- a lion among ladies is a most
dreadful thing;
for
there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than
your lion living;
and
we ought to look to't.
SNOUT. Therefore another prologue must tell
he is not a lion.
BOTTOM. Nay, you must name his name, and half
his face must be
seen
through the lion's neck; and he himself must
speak through,
saying thus, or to the same defect: 'Ladies,'
or 'Fair
ladies, I
would wish you' or 'I would request you' or
'I would entreat
you
not to fear, not to tremble. My life for yours!
If you think
I
come hither as a lion, it were pity of my
life. No, I am no
such
thing; I am a man as other men are.' And there,
indeed, let
him
name his name, and tell them plainly he is
Snug the joiner.
QUINCE. Well, it shall be so. But there is
two hard things-
that
is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber;
for, you know,
Pyramus
and Thisby meet by moonlight.
SNOUT. Doth the moon shine that night we play
our play?
BOTTOM. A calendar, a calendar! Look in the
almanack; find out
moonshine, find out moonshine.
QUINCE. Yes, it doth shine that night.
BOTTOM. Why, then may you leave a casement
of the great chamber
window, where we play, open; and the moon
may shine in at the
casement.
QUINCE. Ay; or else one must come in with
a bush of thorns and
a
lantern, and say he comes to disfigure or
to present the
person
of Moonshine. Then there is another thing:
we must have a
wall in
the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby,
says the story,
did
talk through the chink of a wall.
SNOUT. You can never bring in a wall. What
say you, Bottom?
BOTTOM. Some man or other must present Wall;
and let him have
some
plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast
about him, to
signify
wall; and let him hold his fingers thus, and
through that
cranny
shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
QUINCE. If that may be, then all is well.
Come, sit down, every
mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus,
you begin;
when
you have spoken your speech, enter into that
brake; and so
every
one according to his cue.
Enter PUCK behind
PUCK. What hempen homespuns have we swagg'ring
here,
So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?
What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor;
An actor too perhaps, if I see cause.
QUINCE. Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.
BOTTOM. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours
sweet-
QUINCE. 'Odious'- odorous!
BOTTOM. -odours savours sweet;
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
But hark, a voice! Stay thou but here awhile,
And by and by I will to thee appear. Exit
PUCK. A stranger Pyramus than e'er played
here! Exit
FLUTE. Must I speak now?
QUINCE. Ay, marry, must you; for you must
understand he goes
but to
see a noise that he heard, and is to come
again.
FLUTE. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white
of hue,
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant
brier,
Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse, that would never
tire,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
QUINCE. 'Ninus' tomb,' man! Why, you must
not speak that yet;
that
you answer to Pyramus. You speak all your
part at once, cues,
and
all. Pyramus enter: your cue is past; it is
'never tire.'
FLUTE. O- As true as truest horse, that yet
would never tire.
Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head
BOTTOM. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only
thine.
QUINCE. O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted.
Pray, masters!
fly,
masters! Help!
Exeunt all but BOTTOM and PUCK
PUCK. I'll follow you; I'll lead you about
a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake,
through brier;
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar,
and burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every
turn.
Exit
BOTTOM. Why do they run away? This is a knavery
of them to make
me
afeard.
Re-enter SNOUT
SNOUT. O Bottom, thou art chang'd! What do
I see on thee?
BOTTOM. What do you see? You see an ass-head
of your own, do
you?
Exit SNOUT
Re-enter QUINCE
QUINCE. Bless thee, Bottom, bless thee! Thou
art translated.
Exit
BOTTOM. I see their knavery: this is to make
an ass of me; to
fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
from this
place, do
what they can; I will walk up and down here,
and will sing,
that
they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings]
The ousel cock, so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill.
TITANIA. What angel wakes me from my flow'ry
bed?
BOTTOM. [Sings]
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay-
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
a bird?
Who would give a bird the lie, though he cry
'cuckoo' never
so?
TITANIA. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing
again.
Mine ear is much enamoured 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.
BOTTOM. Methinks, mistress, you should have
little reason for
that.
And yet, to say the truth, reason and love
keep little
company
together now-a-days. The more the pity that
some honest
neighbours will not make them friends. Nay,
I can gleek upon
occasion.
TITANIA. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
BOTTOM. Not so, neither; but if I had wit
enough to get out of
this
wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
TITANIA. Out of this wood do not desire to
go;
Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or
no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer 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 shall fetch thee jewels from the
deep,
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost
sleep;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!
Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED
PEASEBLOSSOM. Ready.
COBWEB. And I.
MOTH. And I.
MUSTARDSEED. And I.
ALL. Where shall we go?
TITANIA. 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 steal 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 moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
PEASEBLOSSOM. Hail, mortal!
COBWEB. Hail!
MOTH. Hail!
MUSTARDSEED. Hail!
BOTTOM. I cry your worships mercy, heartily;
I beseech your
worship's name.
COBWEB. Cobweb.
BOTTOM. I shall desire you of more acquaintance,
good Master
Cobweb. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold
with you. Your
name, honest gentleman?
PEASEBLOSSOM. Peaseblossom.
BOTTOM. I pray you, commend me to Mistress
Squash, your mother,
and
to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master
Peaseblossom, I
shall
desire you of more acquaintance too. Your
name, I beseech
you,
sir?
MUSTARDSEED. Mustardseed.
BOTTOM. Good Master Mustardseed, I know your
patience well.
That
same cowardly giant-like ox-beef hath devour'd
many a
gentleman
of your house. I promise you your kindred
hath made my eyes
water
ere now. I desire you of more acquaintance,
good Master
Mustardseed.
TITANIA. Come, wait upon him; lead him to
my bower.
The moon, methinks, looks with a wat'ry eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower;
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.
Exeunt
SCENE II.
Another part of the wood
Enter OBERON
OBERON. 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 PUCK
Here comes my messenger. 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 consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thickskin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and ent'red in a brake;
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's nole I fixed on his head.
Anon his Thisby must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
So at his sight 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 sense thus weak, lost with their fears
thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong,
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all
things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there;
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.
OBERON. This falls out better than I could
devise.
But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
PUCK. I took him sleeping- that is finish'd
too-
And the Athenian woman by his side;
That, when he wak'd, of force she must be
ey'd.
Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA
OBERON. Stand close; this is the same Athenian.
PUCK. This is the woman, but not this the
man.
DEMETRIUS. O, why rebuke you him that loves
you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
HERMIA. Now I but chide, but I should use
thee worse,
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me. Would he have stolen away
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon
This whole earth may be bor'd, and that the
moon
May through the centre creep and so displease
Her brother's noontide with th' Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murd'red him;
So should a murderer look- so dead, so grim.
DEMETRIUS. So should the murdered look; and
so should 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.
HERMIA. What's this to my Lysander? Where
is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
DEMETRIUS. I had rather give his carcass to
my hounds.
HERMIA. Out, dog! out, cur! Thou driv'st me
past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him,
then?
Henceforth be never numb'red among men!
O, once tell true; tell true, even for my
sake!
Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave
touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
DEMETRIUS. You spend your passion on a mispris'd
mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
HERMIA. I pray thee, tell me then that he
is well.
DEMETRIUS. An if I could, what should I get
therefore?
HERMIA. A privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so;
See me no more whether he be dead or no. Exit
DEMETRIUS. There is no following her in this
fierce vein;
Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay. [Lies
down]
OBERON. What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken
quite,
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's
sight.
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd
true.
PUCK. Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man
holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
OBERON. About the wood go swifter than the
wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find;
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
With sighs of love that costs the fresh blood
dear.
By some illusion see thou bring her here;
I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.
PUCK. I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
Exit
OBERON. Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Re-enter PUCK
PUCK. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth mistook by me
Pleading for a lover's fee;
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
OBERON. Stand aside. The noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
PUCK. Then will two at once woo one.
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me
That befall prepost'rously.
Enter LYSANDER and HELENA
LYSANDER. Why should you think that I should
woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears.
Look when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them
true?
HELENA. You do advance your cunning more and
more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's. Will you give her
o'er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing
weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh; and both as light as tales.
LYSANDER. I had no judgment when to her I
swore.
HELENA. Nor none, in my mind, now you give
her o'er.
LYSANDER. Demetrius loves her, and he loves
not you.
DEMETRIUS. [Awaking] O Helen, goddess, nymph,
perfect, divine!
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting
grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand. O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of
bliss!
HELENA. O spite! O hell! I see you all are
bent
To set against me for your merriment.
If you were civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so:
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena.
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! None of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.
LYSANDER. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not
so;
For you love Hermia. This you know I know;
And here, with all good will, with all my
heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love and will do till my death.
HELENA. Never did mockers waste more idle
breath.
DEMETRIUS. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will
none.
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,
And now to Helen is it home return'd,
There to remain.
LYSANDER. Helen, it is not so.
DEMETRIUS. Disparage not the faith thou dost
not know,
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.
Look where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
Enter HERMIA
HERMIA. Dark night, that from the eye his
function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
LYSANDER. Why should he stay whom love doth
press to go?
HERMIA. What love could press Lysander from
my side?
LYSANDER. Lysander's love, that would not
let him bide-
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee
know
The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so?
HERMIA. You speak not as you think; it cannot
be.
HELENA. Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three
To fashion this false sport in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd,
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have
spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us- O, is all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly;
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.
HERMIA. I am amazed at your passionate words;
I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me.
HELENA. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius,
Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,
To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare,
Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates? And wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection,
But by your setting on, by your consent?
What though I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate,
But miserable most, to love unlov'd?
This you should pity rather than despise.
HERMIA. I understand not what you mean by
this.
HELENA. Ay, do- persever, counterfeit sad
looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back,
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up;
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
But fare ye well; 'tis partly my own fault,
Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.
LYSANDER. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
HELENA. O excellent!
HERMIA. Sweet, do not scorn her so.
DEMETRIUS. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
LYSANDER. Thou canst compel no more than she
entreat;
Thy threats have no more strength than her
weak prayers
Helen, I love thee, by my life I do;
I swear by that which I will lose for thee
To prove him false that says I love thee not.
DEMETRIUS. I say I love thee more than he
can do.
LYSANDER. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove
it too.
DEMETRIUS. Quick, come.
HERMIA. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
LYSANDER. Away, you Ethiope!
DEMETRIUS. No, no, he will
Seem to break loose- take on as you would
follow,
But yet come not. You are a tame man; go!
LYSANDER. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr; vile
thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.
HERMIA. Why are you grown so rude? What change
is this,
Sweet love?
LYSANDER. Thy love! Out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed med'cine! O hated potion, hence!
HERMIA. Do you not jest?
HELENA. Yes, sooth; and so do you.
LYSANDER. Demetrius, I will keep my word with
thee.
DEMETRIUS. I would I had your bond; for I
perceive
A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your
word.
LYSANDER. What, should I hurt her, strike
her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.
HERMIA. What! Can you do me greater harm than
hate?
Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love?
Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you lov'd me; yet since night
you left me.
Why then, you left me- O, the gods forbid!-
In earnest, shall I say?
LYSANDER. Ay, by my life!
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, of
doubt;
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest
That I do hate thee and love Helena.
HERMIA. O me! you juggler! you cankerblossom!
You thief of love! What! Have you come by
night,
And stol'n my love's heart from him?
HELENA. Fine, i' faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? What! Will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you!
HERMIA. 'Puppet!' why so? Ay, that way goes
the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urg'd her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with
him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak.
How low am I? I am not yet so low
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
HELENA. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me. I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice;
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,
Because she is something lower than myself,
That I can match her.
HERMIA. 'Lower' hark, again.
HELENA. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with
me.
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd
you;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He followed you; for love I followed him;
But he hath chid me hence, and threat'ned
me
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too;
And now, so you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my folly back,
And follow you no further. Let me go.
You see how simple and how fond I am.
HERMIA. Why, get you gone! Who is't that hinders
you?
HELENA. A foolish heart that I leave here
behind.
HERMIA. What! with Lysander?
HELENA. With Demetrius.
LYSANDER. Be not afraid; she shall not harm
thee, Helena.
DEMETRIUS. No, sir, she shall not, though
you take her part.
HELENA. O, when she is angry, she is keen
and shrewd;
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And, though she be but little, she is fierce.
HERMIA. 'Little' again! Nothing but 'low'
and 'little'!
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Let me come to her.
LYSANDER. Get you gone, you dwarf;
You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.
DEMETRIUS. You are too officious
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone; speak not of Helena;
Take not her part; for if thou dost intend
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.
LYSANDER. Now she holds me not.
Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right,
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.
DEMETRIUS. Follow! Nay, I'll go with thee,
cheek by jowl.
Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS
HERMIA. You, mistress, all this coil is long
of you.
Nay, go not back.
HELENA. I will not trust you, I;
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray;
My legs are longer though, to run away. Exit
HERMIA. I am amaz'd, and know not what to
say. Exit
OBERON. This is thy negligence. Still thou
mistak'st,
Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully.
PUCK. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Did not you tell me I should know the man
By the Athenian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes;
And so far am I glad it so did sort,
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
OBERON. Thou seest these lovers seek a place
to fight.
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog as black as Acheron,
And lead these testy rivals so astray
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting
sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with his might
And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision;
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend
With league whose date till death shall never
end.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall
be peace.
PUCK. My fairy lord, this must be done with
haste,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full
fast;
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger,
At whose approach ghosts, wand'ring here and
there,
Troop home to churchyards. Damned spirits
all
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone,
For fear lest day should look their shames
upon;
They wilfully themselves exil'd from light,
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd
night.
OBERON. But we are spirits of another sort:
I with the Morning's love have oft made sport;
And, like a forester, the groves may tread
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste, make no delay;
We may effect this business yet ere day. Exit
OBERON
PUCK. Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down.
I am fear'd in field and town.
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.
Enter LYSANDER
LYSANDER. Where art thou, proud Demetrius?
Speak thou now.
PUCK. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where
art thou?
LYSANDER. I will be with thee straight.
PUCK. Follow me, then,
To plainer ground. Exit LYSANDER as following
the voice
Enter DEMETRIUS
DEMETRIUS. Lysander, speak again.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak! In some bush? Where dost 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 sword on thee.
DEMETRIUS. Yea, art thou there?
PUCK. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood
here. Exeunt
Re-enter LYSANDER
LYSANDER. He goes before me, and still dares
me on;
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter heel'd than I.
I followed fast, but faster he did fly,
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. [Lies down] Come, thou
gentle day.
For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.
[Sleeps]
Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS
PUCK. Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why com'st thou
not?
DEMETRIUS. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well
I wot
Thou run'st before me, shifting every place,
And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou now?
PUCK. Come hither; I am here.
DEMETRIUS. Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou
shalt buy this
dear,
If ever I thy face by daylight see;
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.
[Lies down and sleeps]
Enter HELENA
HELENA. O weary night, O long and tedious
night,
Abate thy hours! Shine comforts from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
From these that my poor company detest.
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's
eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company. [Sleeps]
PUCK. Yet but three? Come one more;
Two of both kinds makes up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad.
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
Enter HERMIA
HERMIA. Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
[Lies down and sleeps]
PUCK. On the ground
Sleep sound;
I'll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
[Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER'S eyes]
When thou wak'st,
Thou tak'st
True delight
In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye;
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all
shall be well.
Exit
End Of Act III
Act IV of the midsummer night's dream by William
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ACT IV. SCENE I.
The wood. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and
HERMIA, lying asleep
Enter TITANIA and Bottom; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB,
MOTH,
MUSTARDSEED,
and other FAIRIES attending;
OBERON behind, unseen
TITANIA. Come, sit thee down upon this flow'ry
bed,
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
BOTTOM. Where's Peaseblossom?
PEASEBLOSSOM. Ready.
BOTTOM. Scratch my head, Peaseblossom.
Where's Mounsieur Cobweb?
COBWEB. Ready.
BOTTOM. Mounsieur Cobweb; good mounsieur,
get you your weapons
in
your hand and kill me a red-hipp'd humble-bee
on the top of a
thistle; and, good mounsieur, bring me the
honey-bag. Do not
fret
yourself too much in the action, mounsieur;
and, good
mounsieur,
have a care the honey-bag break not; I would
be loath to have
you
overflown with a honey-bag, signior. Where's
Mounsieur
Mustardseed?
MUSTARDSEED. Ready.
BOTTOM. Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed.
Pray you,
leave
your curtsy, good mounsieur.
MUSTARDSEED. What's your will?
BOTTOM. Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help
Cavalery Cobweb to
scratch. I must to the barber's, mounsieur;
for methinks I am
marvellous hairy about the face; and I am
such a tender ass,
if
my hair do but tickle me I must scratch.
TITANIA. What, wilt thou hear some music,
my sweet love?
BOTTOM. I have a reasonable good ear in music.
Let's have the
tongs
and the bones.
TITANIA. Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest
to eat.
BOTTOM. Truly, a peck of provender; I could
munch your good dry
oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a
bottle of hay. Good
hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
TITANIA. I have a venturous fairy that shall
seek
The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
BOTTOM. I had rather have a handful or two
of dried peas. But,
I
pray you, let none of your people stir me;
I have an
exposition
of sleep come upon me.
TITANIA. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee
in my arms.
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. Exeunt
FAIRIES
So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
Gently entwist; the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! [They
sleep]
Enter PUCK
OBERON. [Advancing] Welcome, good Robin. Seest
thou this sweet
sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity;
For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her and fall out with her.
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls
Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes,
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her,
And she in mild terms begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy
sent
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian swain,
That he awaking when the other do
May all to Athens back again repair,
And think no more of this night's accidents
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first I will release the Fairy Queen.
[Touching her eyes]
Be as thou wast wont to be;
See as thou was wont to see.
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.
TITANIA. My Oberon! What visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
OBERON. There lies your love.
TITANIA. How came these things to pass?
O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
OBERON. Silence awhile. Robin, take off this
head.
Titania, music call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
TITANIA. Music, ho, music, such as charmeth
sleep!
PUCK. Now when thou wak'st with thine own
fool's eyes peep.
OBERON. Sound, music. Come, my Queen, take
hands with me,
[Music]
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers
be.
Now thou and I are new in amity,
And will to-morrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair prosperity.
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, an in jollity.
PUCK. Fairy King, attend and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.
OBERON. Then, my Queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after night's shade.
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.
TITANIA. Come, my lord; and in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night
That I sleeping here was found
With these mortals on the ground. Exeunt
To the winding of horns, enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA,
EGEUS, and train
THESEUS. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is perform'd,
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; let them go.
Dispatch, I say, and find the forester. Exit
an ATTENDANT
We will, fair Queen, up to the mountain's
top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
HIPPOLYTA. I was with Hercules and Cadmus
once
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta; never did I hear
Such gallant chiding, for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
THESEUS. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan
kind,
So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are
hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian
bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like
bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly.
Judge when you hear. But, soft, what nymphs
are these?
EGEUS. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep,
And this Lysander, this Demetrius is,
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena.
I wonder of their being here together.
THESEUS. No doubt they rose up early to observe
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity.
But speak, Egeus; is not this the day
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
EGEUS. It is, my lord.
THESEUS. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with
their horns.
[Horns and shout within. The sleepers
awake and kneel to THESEUS]
Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past;
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
LYSANDER. Pardon, my lord.
THESEUS. I pray you all, stand up.
I know you two are rival enemies;
How comes this gentle concord in the world
That hatred is so far from jealousy
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?
LYSANDER. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Half sleep, half waking; but as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here,
But, as I think- for truly would I speak,
And now I do bethink me, so it is-
I came with Hermia hither. Our intent
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might,
Without the peril of the Athenian law-
EGEUS. Enough, enough, my Lord; you have enough;
I beg the law, the law upon his head.
They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated you and me:
You of your wife, and me of my consent,
Of my consent that she should be your wife.
DEMETRIUS. My lord, fair Helen told me of
their stealth,
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
And I in fury hither followed them,
Fair Helena in fancy following me.
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power-
But by some power it is- my love to Hermia,
Melted as the snow, seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gaud
Which in my childhood I did dote upon;
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia.
But, like a sickness, did I loathe this food;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.
THESEUS. Fair lovers, you are fortunately
met;
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
For in the temple, by and by, with us
These couples shall eternally be knit.
And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.
Away with us to Athens, three and three;
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolyta.
Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train
DEMETRIUS. These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
HERMIA. Methinks I see these things with parted
eye,
When every thing seems double.
HELENA. So methinks;
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Mine own, and not mine own.
DEMETRIUS. Are you sure
That we are awake? It seems to me
That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think
The Duke was here, and bid us follow him?
HERMIA. Yea, and my father.
HELENA. And Hippolyta.
LYSANDER. And he did bid us follow to the
temple.
DEMETRIUS. Why, then, we are awake; let's
follow him;
And by the way let us recount our dreams.
Exeunt
BOTTOM. [Awaking] When my cue comes, call
me, and I will
answer. My
next is 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho! Peter
Quince! Flute,
the
bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling!
God's my life,
stol'n hence, and left me asleep! I have had
a most rare
vision.
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to
say what dream it
was.
Man is but an ass if he go about to expound
this dream.
Methought
I was- there is no man can tell what. Methought
I was, and
methought I had, but man is but a patch'd
fool, if he will
offer
to say what methought I had. The eye of man
hath not heard,
the
ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not
able to taste,
his
tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report,
what my dream
was. I
will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of
this dream. It
shall
be call'd 'Bottom's Dream,' because it hath
no bottom; and I
will
sing it in the latter end of a play, before
the Duke.
Peradventure, to make it the more gracious,
I shall sing it
at
her death. Exit
SCENE II.
Athens. QUINCE'S house
Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING
QUINCE. Have you sent to Bottom's house? Is
he come home yet?
STARVELING. He cannot be heard of. Out of
doubt he is
transported.
FLUTE. If he come not, then the play is marr'd;
it goes not
forward, doth it?
QUINCE. It is not possible. You have not a
man in all Athens
able
to discharge Pyramus but he.
FLUTE. No; he hath simply the best wit of
any handicraft man in
Athens.
QUINCE. Yea, and the best person too; and
he is a very paramour
for
a sweet voice.
FLUTE. You must say 'paragon.' A paramour
is- God bless us!- A
thing of naught.
Enter SNUG
SNUG. Masters, the Duke is coming from the
temple; and there is
two
or three lords and ladies more married. If
our sport had gone
forward, we had all been made men.
FLUTE. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he
lost sixpence a day
during his life; he could not have scaped
sixpence a day. An
the
Duke had not given him sixpence a day for
playing Pyramus,
I'll
be hanged. He would have deserved it: sixpence
a day in
Pyramus,
or nothing.
Enter BOTTOM
BOTTOM. Where are these lads? Where are these
hearts?
QUINCE. Bottom! O most courageous day! O most
happy hour!
BOTTOM. Masters, I am to discourse wonders;
but ask me not
what;
for if I tell you, I am not true Athenian.
I will tell you
everything, right as it fell out.
QUINCE. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
BOTTOM. Not a word of me. All that I will
tell you is, that the
Duke hath dined. Get your apparel together;
good strings to
your
beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently
at the
palace;
every man look o'er his part; for the short
and the long is,
our
play is preferr'd. In any case, let Thisby
have clean linen;
and
let not him that plays the lion pare his nails,
for they
shall
hang out for the lion's claws. And, most dear
actors, eat no
onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet
breath; and I do
not
doubt but to hear them say it is a sweet comedy.
No more
words.
Away, go, away! Exeunt
End of Act IV
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ACT V. SCENE I.
Athens. The palace of THESEUS
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, LORDS,
and ATTENDANTS
HIPPOLYTA. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that
these lovers speak
of.
THESEUS. More strange than true. I never may
believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth
to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination
That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear?
HIPPOLYTA. But all the story of the night
told over,
And all their minds transfigur'd so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images,
And grows to something of great constancy,
But howsoever strange and admirable.
Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA
THESEUS. Here come the lovers, full of joy
and mirth.
Joy, gentle friends, joy and fresh days of
love
Accompany your hearts!
LYSANDER. More than to us
Wait in your royal walks, your board, your
bed!
THESEUS. Come now; what masques, what dances
shall we have,
To wear away this long age of three hours
Between our after-supper and bed-time?
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand? Is there no play
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
Call Philostrate.
PHILOSTRATE. Here, mighty Theseus.
THESEUS. Say, what abridgment have you for
this evening?
What masque? what music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time, if not with some delight?
PHILOSTRATE. There is a brief how many sports
are ripe;
Make choice of which your Highness will see
first.
[Giving a paper]
THESEUS. 'The battle with the Centaurs, to
be sung
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.'
We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
'The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.'
That is an old device, and it was play'd
When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
Of Learning, late deceas'd in beggary.'
That is some satire, keen and critical,
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus
And his love Thisby; very tragical mirth.'
Merry and tragical! tedious and brief!
That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
How shall we find the concord of this discord?
PHILOSTRATE. A play there is, my lord, some
ten words long,
Which is as brief as I have known a play;
But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
Which makes it tedious; for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Which when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
The passion of loud laughter never shed.
THESEUS. What are they that do play it?
PHILOSTRATE. Hard-handed men that work in
Athens here,
Which never labour'd in their minds till now;
And now have toil'd their unbreathed memories
With this same play against your nuptial.
THESEUS. And we will hear it.
PHILOSTRATE. No, my noble lord,
It is not for you. I have heard it over,
And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
Unless you can find sport in their intents,
Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel
pain,
To do you service.
THESEUS. I will hear that play;
For never anything can be amiss
When simpleness and duty tender it.
Go, bring them in; and take your places, ladies.
Exit PHILOSTRATE
HIPPOLYTA. I love not to see wretchedness
o'er-charged,
And duty in his service perishing.
THESEUS. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see
no such thing.
HIPPOLYTA. He says they can do nothing in
this kind.
THESEUS. The kinder we, to give them thanks
for nothing.
Our sport shall be to take what they mistake;
And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect
Takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least speak most to my capacity.
Re-enter PHILOSTRATE
PHILOSTRATE. So please your Grace, the Prologue
is address'd.
THESEUS. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets]
Enter QUINCE as the PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE. If we offend, it is with our good
will.
That you should think, we come not to offend,
But with good will. To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then, we come but in despite.
We do not come, as minding to content you,
Our true intent is. All for your delight
We are not here. That you should here repent
you,
The actors are at hand; and, by their show,
You shall know all, that you are like to know,
THESEUS. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
LYSANDER. He hath rid his prologue like a
rough colt; he knows
not
the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not
enough to speak,
but
to speak true.
HIPPOLYTA. Indeed he hath play'd on this prologue
like a child
on a
recorder- a sound, but not in government.
THESEUS. His speech was like a tangled chain;
nothing im
paired,
but all disordered. Who is next?
Enter, with a trumpet before them, as in dumb
show,
PYRAMUS and THISBY, WALL, MOONSHINE, and LION
PROLOGUE. Gentles, perchance you wonder at
this show;
But wonder on, till truth make all things
plain.
This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.
This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers
sunder;
And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they
are content
To whisper. At the which let no man wonder.
This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of
thorn,
Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know,
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name,
The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
Did scare away, or rather did affright;
And as she fled, her mantle she did fall;
Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain;
Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast;
And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain,
At large discourse while here they do remain.
Exeunt PROLOGUE, PYRAMUS, THISBY,
LION, and MOONSHINE
THESEUS. I wonder if the lion be to speak.
DEMETRIUS. No wonder, my lord: one lion may,
when many asses
do.
WALL. In this same interlude it doth befall
That I, one Snout by name, present a wall;
And such a wall as I would have you think
That had in it a crannied hole or chink,
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
Did whisper often very secretly.
This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone,
doth show
That I am that same wall; the truth is so;
And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.
THESEUS. Would you desire lime and hair to
speak better?
DEMETRIUS. It is the wittiest partition that
ever I heard
discourse, my lord.
Enter PYRAMUS
THESEUS. Pyramus draws near the wall; silence.
PYRAMUS. O grim-look'd night! O night with
hue so black!
O night, which ever art when day is not!
O night, O night, alack, alack, alack,
I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
That stand'st between her father's ground
and mine;
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine
eyne.
[WALL holds up his fingers]
Thanks, courteous wall. Jove shield thee well
for this!
But what see what see I? No Thisby do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss,
Curs'd be thy stones for thus deceiving me!
THESEUS. The wall, methinks, being sensible,
should curse
again.
PYRAMUS. No, in truth, sir, he should not.
Deceiving me is
Thisby's
cue. She is to enter now, and I am to spy
her through the
wall.
You shall see it will fall pat as I told you;
yonder she
comes.
Enter THISBY
THISBY. O wall, full often hast thou heard
my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
PYRAMUS. I see a voice; now will I to the
chink,
To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.
Thisby!
THISBY. My love! thou art my love, I think.
PYRAMUS. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's
grace;
And like Limander am I trusty still.
THISBY. And I like Helen, till the Fates me
kill.
PYRAMUS. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
THISBY. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
PYRAMUS. O, kiss me through the hole of this
vile wall.
THISBY. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips
at all.
PYRAMUS. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me
straightway?
THISBY. Tide life, tide death, I come without
delay.
Exeunt PYRAMUS and THISBY
WALL. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged
so;
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. Exit
WALL
THESEUS. Now is the moon used between the
two neighbours.
DEMETRIUS. No remedy, my lord, when walls
are so wilful to hear
without warning.
HIPPOLYTA. This is the silliest stuff that
ever I heard.
THESEUS. The best in this kind are but shadows;
and the worst
are
no worse, if imagination amend them.
HIPPOLYTA. It must be your imagination then,
and not theirs.
THESEUS. If we imagine no worse of them than
they of
themselves,
they may pass for excellent men. Here come
two noble beasts
in, a
man and a lion.
Enter LION and MOONSHINE
LION. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts
do fear
The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on
floor,
May now, perchance, both quake and tremble
here,
When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
Then know that I as Snug the joiner am
A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam;
For, if I should as lion come in strife
Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.
THESEUS. A very gentle beast, and of a good
conscience.
DEMETRIUS. The very best at a beast, my lord,
that e'er I saw.
LYSANDER. This lion is a very fox for his
valour.
THESEUS. True; and a goose for his discretion.
DEMETRIUS. Not so, my lord; for his valour
cannot carry his
discretion, and the fox carries the goose.
THESEUS. His discretion, I am sure, cannot
carry his valour;
for
the goose carries not the fox. It is well.
Leave it to his
discretion, and let us listen to the Moon.
MOONSHINE. This lanthorn doth the horned moon
present-
DEMETRIUS. He should have worn the horns on
his head.
THESEUS. He is no crescent, and his horns
are invisible within
the
circumference.
MOONSHINE. This lanthorn doth the horned moon
present;
Myself the Man i' th' Moon do seem to be.
THESEUS. This is the greatest error of all
the rest; the man
should
be put into the lantern. How is it else the
man i' th' moon?
DEMETRIUS. He dares not come there for the
candle; for, you
see, it
is already in snuff.
HIPPOLYTA. I am aweary of this moon. Would
he would change!
THESEUS. It appears, by his small light of
discretion, that he
is
in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all
reason, we must
stay
the time.
LYSANDER. Proceed, Moon.
MOONSHINE. All that I have to say is to tell
you that the lanthorn
is
the moon; I, the Man i' th' Moon; this thorn-bush,
my
thorn-bush;
and this dog, my dog.
DEMETRIUS. Why, all these should be in the
lantern; for all
these
are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisby.
Re-enter THISBY
THISBY. This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is
my love?
LION. [Roaring] O- [THISBY runs off]
DEMETRIUS. Well roar'd, Lion.
THESEUS. Well run, Thisby.
HIPPOLYTA. Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon
shines with a good
grace. [The LION tears THISBY'S Mantle, and
exit]
THESEUS. Well mous'd, Lion.
Re-enter PYRAMUS
DEMETRIUS. And then came Pyramus.
LYSANDER. And so the lion vanish'd.
PYRAMUS. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy
sunny beams;
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
For, by thy gracious golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What! stain'd with blood?
Approach, ye Furies fell.
O Fates! come, come;
Cut thread and thrum;
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell.
THESEUS. This passion, and the death of a
dear friend, would go
near to make a man look sad.
HIPPOLYTA. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the
man.
PYRAMUS. O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions
frame?
Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear;
Which is- no, no- which was the fairest dame
That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd
with cheer.
Come, tears, confound;
Out, sword, and wound
The pap of Pyramus;
Ay, that left pap,
Where heart doth hop. [Stabs himself]
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon, take thy flight. [Exit MOONSHINE]
Now die, die, die, die, die. [Dies]
DEMETRIUS. No die, but an ace, for him; for
he is but one.
LYSANDER. Less than an ace, man; for he is
dead; he is nothing.
THESEUS. With the help of a surgeon he might
yet recover and
yet prove an ass.
HIPPOLYTA. How chance Moonshine is gone before
Thisby comes
back
and finds her lover?
Re-enter THISBY
THESEUS. She will find him by starlight. Here
she comes; and
her
passion ends the play.
HIPPOLYTA. Methinks she should not use a long
one for such a
Pyramus; I hope she will be brief.
DEMETRIUS. A mote will turn the balance, which
Pyramus, which
Thisby, is the better- he for a man, God warrant
us: She for
a
woman, God bless us!
LYSANDER. She hath spied him already with
those sweet eyes.
DEMETRIUS. And thus she moans, videlicet:-
THISBY. Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise,
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These lily lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone;
Lovers, make moan;
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word.
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue. [Stabs herself]
And farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends;
Adieu, adieu, adieu. [Dies]
THESEUS. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury
the dead.
DEMETRIUS. Ay, and Wall too.
BOTTOM. [Starting up] No, I assure you; the
wall is down that
parted their fathers. Will it please you to
see the Epilogue,
or
to hear a Bergomask dance between two of our
company?
THESEUS. No epilogue, I pray you; for your
play needs no
excuse.
Never excuse; for when the players are all
dead there need
none
to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it had
played Pyramus,
and
hang'd himself in Thisby's garter, it would
have been a fine
tragedy. And so it is, truly; and very notably
discharg'd.
But
come, your Bergomask; let your epilogue alone.
[A dance]
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd
The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to
bed.
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels and new jollity. Exeunt
Enter PUCK with a broom
PUCK. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide.
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic. Not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with all their train
OBERON. Through the house give glimmering
light,
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
Sing and dance it trippingly.
TITANIA. First, rehearse your song by rote,
To each word a warbling note;
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place.
[OBERON leading, the FAIRIES sing and dance]
OBERON. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be;
And the blots of Nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait,
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace;
And the owner of it blest
Ever shall in safety rest.
Trip away; make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day. Exeunt all but
PUCK
PUCK. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumb'red here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends. Exit
END of act V
End of A midsummer night's dream by William
Shakespeare
