A MIDSUMMER NIGHTﾕS DREAM

Contents
ACT I
Scene I. Athens. A room in the Palace of Theseus
Scene II. The Same. A Room in a Cottage
ACT II
Scene I. A wood near Athens
Scene II. Another part of the wood
ACT III
Scene I. The Wood.
Scene II. Another part of the wood
ACT IV
Scene I. The Wood
Scene II. Athens. A Room in Quinceﾕs House
ACT V
Scene I. Athens. An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus
Dramatis Personｾ
THESEUS, Duke of Athens
HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, bethrothed to Theseus
EGEUS, Father to Hermia
HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander
HELENA, in love with Demetrius
LYSANDER, in love with Hermia
DEMETRIUS, in love with Hermia
PHILOSTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus

QUINCE, the Carpenter
SNUG, the Joiner
BOTTOM, the Weaver
FLUTE, the Bellows-mender
SNOUT, the Tinker
STARVELING, the Tailor

OBERON, King of the Fairies
TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies
PUCK, or ROBIN GOODFELLOW, a Fairy
PEASEBLOSSOM, Fairy
COBWEB, Fairy
MOTH, Fairy
MUSTARDSEED, Fairy

PYRAMUS, THISBE, WALL, MOONSHINE, LION; Characters in the Interlude performed by the Clowns

Other Fairies attending their King and Queen
Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta
SCENE: Athens, and a wood not far from it
ACT I
SCENE I. Athens. A room in the Palace of Theseus
EnterﾊTheseus, Hippolyta, Philostrateﾊand Attendants.
THESEUS.
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon; but oh, 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ﾕ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ﾊPhilostrate.]
Hippolyta, I wooﾕ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ﾊEgeus, Hermia, LysanderﾊandﾊDemetrius.
EGEUS.
Happy be Theseus, our renown重 Duke!
THESEUS.
Thanks, good Egeus. Whatﾕ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ﾕd the bosom of my child.
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
And interchangﾕd love-tokens with my child.
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love;
And stolﾕn the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats (messengers
Of strong prevailment in unhardenﾕd youth)
With cunning hast thou filchﾕd my daughterﾕs heart,
Turnﾕ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ﾕd, fair maid.
To you your father should be as a god;
One that composﾕ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ﾕs voice,
The other must be held the worthier.
HERMIA.
I would my father lookﾕ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ﾕs choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be in shady cloister mewﾕd,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice-bless重 they that master so their blood
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage,
But earthlier happy is the rose distillﾕ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 unwish重 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ﾕs will,
Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would,
Or on Dianaﾕs altar to protest
For aye austerity and single life.
DEMETRIUS.
Relent, sweet Hermia; and, Lysander, yield
Thy craz重 title to my certain right.
LYSANDER.
You have her fatherﾕs love, Demetrius.
Let me have Hermiaﾕ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ﾕd as he,
As well possessﾕd; my love is more than his;
My fortunes every way as fairly rankﾕd,
If not with vantage, as Demetriusﾕ;
And, which is more than all these boasts can be,
I am belovﾕd of beauteous Hermia.
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, Iﾕll avouch it to his head,
Made love to Nedarﾕ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.ﾑBut, Demetrius, come,
And come, Egeus; you shall go with me.
I have some private schooling for you both.ﾑ
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
To fit your fancies to your fatherﾕ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ﾊLysanderﾊandﾊ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ﾑ
HERMIA.
O cross! Too high to be enthrallﾕd to low.
LYSANDER.
Or else misgraff重 in respect of yearsﾑ
HERMIA.
O spite! Too old to be engagﾕd to young.
LYSANDER.
Or else it stood upon the choice of friendsﾑ
HERMIA.
O hell! to choose love by anotherﾕs eyes!
LYSANDER.
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany 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, ﾔBehold!ﾕ
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
HERMIA.
If then true lovers have ever crossﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕs house tomorrow 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ﾕs strongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the simplicity of Venusﾕ doves,
By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,
And by that fire which burnﾕd the Carthage queen
When the false Trojan 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,
Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee.
LYSANDER.
Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena.
Enterﾊ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ﾕs sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherdﾕ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ﾕs sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest Iﾕd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetriusﾕ 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ﾕd Athens as a paradise to me.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turnﾕd a heaven into hell!
LYSANDER.
Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
Tomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the watery glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass
(A time that loversﾕ flights doth still conceal),
Through Athensﾕ gates have we devisﾕ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ﾕ food, till morrow deep midnight.
LYSANDER.
I will, my Hermia.
[ExitﾊHermia.]
Helena, adieu.
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
[ExitﾊLysander.]
HELENA.
How happy some oﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕd Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath loveﾕ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ﾕd.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjurﾕd everywhere.
For, ere Demetrius lookﾕd on Hermiaﾕs eyne,
He hailﾕd down oaths that he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolvﾕd, and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermiaﾕs flight.
Then to the wood will he tomorrow 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ﾊHelena.]
SCENE II. The Same. A Room in a Cottage
EnterﾊQuince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snoutﾊandﾊ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ﾕs name, which is thought fit through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the Duke and 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ﾊThe most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe.
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ﾑa lover, or a tyrant?
QUINCE.
A lover, that kills himself most gallantly 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ﾑ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.

ﾊﾊﾊﾊThe raging rocks
ﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd shivering shocks
ﾊﾊﾊﾊShall break the locks
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊOf prison gates,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd Phibbusﾕ car
ﾊﾊﾊﾊShall shine from far,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd make and mar
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThe foolish Fates.

This was lofty. Now name the rest of the players. This is Erclesﾕ vein, a tyrantﾕs vein; a lover is more condoling.
QUINCE.
Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
FLUTE.
Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE.
Flute, you must take Thisbe on you.
FLUTE.
What is Thisbe? A wandering 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ﾕs all one. You shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will.
BOTTOM.
And I may hide my face, let me play Thisbe too. Iﾕll speak in a monstrous little voice; ﾔThisne, Thisne!ﾕﾑﾔAh, Pyramus, my lover dear! thy Thisbe dear! and lady dear!ﾕ
QUINCE.
No, no, you must play Pyramus; and, Flute, you Thisbe.
BOTTOM.
Well, proceed.
QUINCE.
Robin Starveling, the tailor.
STARVELING.
Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE.
Robin Starveling, you must play Thisbeﾕs mother.
Tom Snout, the tinker.
SNOUT
Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE.
You, Pyramusﾕ father; myself, Thisbeﾕs father;
Snug, the joiner, you, the lionﾕs part. And, I hope here is a play fitted.
SNUG
Have you the lionﾕ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ﾕs heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the Duke say ﾔLet him roar again, let him roar again.ﾕ
QUINCE.
If 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ﾕ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 ﾕtwere any nightingale.
QUINCE.
You can play no part but Pyramus, for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man as one shall see in a summerﾕ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-faced. But, masters, here are your parts, and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by tomorrow 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ﾕ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ﾕs oak we meet.
BOTTOM.
Enough. Hold, or cut bow-strings.
[Exeunt.]
ACT II
SCENE I. A wood near Athens
Enter aﾊFairyﾊat one door, andﾊPuckﾊat another.
PUCK.
How now, spirit! Whither wander you?
FAIRY
ﾊﾊﾊﾊOver hill, over dale,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThorough bush, thorough brier,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊOver park, over pale,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThorough flood, thorough fire,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊI do wander everywhere,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊSwifter than the moonﾕs sphere;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd I serve the Fairy Queen,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊTo dew her orbs upon the green.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊThe cowslips tall her pensioners be,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊIn their gold coats spots you see;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊThose be rubies, fairy favours,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊIn those freckles live their savours.
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslipﾕs ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; Iﾕll be gone.
Our Queen and all her elves come here anon.
PUCK.
The King doth keep his revels here tonight;
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, stolﾕn 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 lov重 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ﾕ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 speakﾕst 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ﾕ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 ﾔtailorﾕ cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and loffe
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ﾊOberonﾊat one door, with his Train, andﾊTitaniaﾊ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 stolﾕn away from fairyland,
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ﾕ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 Perigenia, 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ﾕs spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By pav重 fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beach重 margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturbﾕd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suckﾕ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ﾕd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attainﾕd a beard.
The fold stands empty in the drown重 field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine-menﾕs-morris is fillﾕ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ﾕ 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 fairyland buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votﾕress of my order,
And in the spic重 Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossipﾕd by my side;
And sat with me on Neptuneﾕs yellow sands,
Marking thﾕ embark重 traders on the flood,
When we have laughﾕ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ﾕ 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ﾊTitaniaﾊwith her Train.]
OBERON.
Well, go thy way. Thou shalt not from this grove
Till I torment thee for this injury.ﾑ
My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou remembﾕrest
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphinﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal, thron重 by the west,
And loosﾕd his love-shaft smartly from his bow
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts.
But I might see young Cupidﾕs fiery shaft
Quenchﾕd in the chaste beams of the watery moon;
And the imperial votress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet markﾕd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with loveﾕs wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower, 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ﾕll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
[ExitﾊPuck.]
OBERON.
Having once this juice,
Iﾕ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ﾕll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here? I am invisible;
And I will overhear their conference.
EnterﾊDemetrius, Helenaﾊfollowing him.
DEMETRIUS.
I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?
The one Iﾕll slay, the other slayeth me.
Thou toldﾕst me they were stolﾕn into this wood,
And here am I, and wode within this wood
Because I cannot meet with 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 us重 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ﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕd, and were not made to woo.
[ExitﾊDemetrius.]
Iﾕll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.
[ExitﾊHelena.]
OBERON.
Fare thee well, nymph. Ere he do leave this grove,
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
Enterﾊ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ﾕd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamellﾕd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.
And with the juice of this Iﾕ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ﾊTitaniaﾊ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 reremice 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.
Fairiesﾊsing.
FIRST FAIRY.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊYou spotted snakes with double tongue,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊNewts and blind-worms do no wrong,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊCome not near our Fairy Queen:
CHORUS.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊPhilomel, with melody,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊSing in our sweet lullaby:
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊNever harm, nor spell, nor charm,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊCome our lovely lady nigh;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊSo good night, with lullaby.
FIRST FAIRY.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊWeaving spiders, come not here;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊHence, you long-leggﾕd spinners, hence.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊBeetles black, approach not near;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWorm nor snail do no offence.
CHORUS.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊPhilomel with melody, &c.
SECOND FAIRY.
Hence away! Now all is well.
One aloof stand sentinel.
[Exeunt Fairies.ﾊTitaniaﾊsleeps.]
EnterﾊOberon.
OBERON.
What thou seest when thou dost wake,
[Squeezes the flower onﾊTitaniaﾕsﾊeyelids.]
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ﾕst, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near.
[Exit.]
EnterﾊLysanderﾊandﾊHermia.
LYSANDER.
Fair love, you faint with wandﾕring in the wood.
And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way.
Weﾕ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ﾕs conference.
I mean that my heart unto yours is knit,
So that but one heart we can make of it:
Two bosoms interchain重 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ﾕ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ﾕs eyes be pressed!
[They sleep.]
EnterﾊPuck.
PUCK.
Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flowerﾕs force in stirring love.
Night and silence! Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despis重 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ﾕst let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.
[Exit.]
EnterﾊDemetriusﾊandﾊ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ﾊDemetrius.]
HELENA.
O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoeﾕer she lies,
For she hath bless重 and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears.
If so, my eyes are oftener washﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕerlook
Loveﾕs stories, written in loveﾕs richest book.
HELENA.
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Isﾕt not enough, isﾕt not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can
Deserve a sweet look from Demetriusﾕ 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ﾕd,
Should of another therefore be abusﾕ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, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? Gone? No sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? Speak, and 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ﾕll find immediately.
[Exit.]
ACT III
SCENE I. The Wood.
The Queen of Fairies still lying asleep.
EnterﾊBottom, Quince, Snout, Starveling, SnugﾊandﾊFlute.
BOTTOM.
Are we all met?
QUINCE.
Pat, pat; and hereﾕ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 Thisbe that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?
SNOUT
Byﾕ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 killed 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 yourselves, 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 it.
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ﾕs neck; and he himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect: ﾔLadies,ﾕ or, ﾔFair ladies, I would wish you,ﾕ or, ﾔI would request you,ﾕ or, ﾕ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ﾕ: 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 Thisbe 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 Thisbe, 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 Thisbe whisper.
QUINCE.
If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every motherﾕs son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and so everyone according to his cue.
EnterﾊPuckﾊbehind.
PUCK.
What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here,
So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?
What, a play toward? Iﾕll be an auditor;
An actor too perhaps, if I see cause.
QUINCE.
Speak, Pyramus.ﾑThisbe, stand forth.
PYRAMUS.
Thisbe, the flowers of odious savours sweet
QUINCE.
Odours, odours.
PYRAMUS.
. . . odours savours sweet.
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisbe 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ﾕer played here!
[Exit.]
THISBE.
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.
THISBE.
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 yet would never tire,
Iﾕll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninnyﾕs tomb.
QUINCE.
Ninusﾕ tomb, man! Why, you must not speak that yet. That you answer to Pyramus. You speak all your part at once, cues, and all.ﾑPyramus enter! Your cue is past; it is ﾔnever tire.ﾕ
THISBE.
O,ﾊAs true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.
EnterﾊPuckﾊandﾊBottomﾊwith an assﾕs head.
PYRAMUS.
If I were fair, Thisbe, I were only thine.
QUINCE.
O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted. Pray, masters, fly, masters! Help!
[Exeunt Clowns.]
PUCK.
Iﾕll follow you. Iﾕll lead you about a round,
ﾊﾊﾊThrough bog, through bush, through brake, through brier;
Sometime a horse Iﾕll be, sometime a hound,
ﾊﾊﾊ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.
EnterﾊSnout.
SNOUT
O Bottom, thou art changed! What do I see on thee?
BOTTOM.
What do you see? You see an ass-head of your own, do you?
[ExitﾊSnout.]
Enterﾊ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 I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.
[Sings.]
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThe ousel cock, so black of hue,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWith orange-tawny bill,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThe throstle with his note so true,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThe wren with little quill.
TITANIA.
[Waking.] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
BOTTOM.
[Sings.]
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThe finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThe plain-song cuckoo gray,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWhose note full many a man doth mark,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊ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 ﾔcuckooﾕ never so?
TITANIA.
I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.
Mine ear is much enamourﾕd of thy note.
So is mine eye enthrall重 to thy shape;
And thy fair virtueﾕ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 nowadays. 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ﾕll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing, while thou on press重 flowers dost sleep.
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.ﾑ
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!
Enter fourﾊFairies.
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ﾕ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.ﾑI beseech your worshipﾕ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.ﾑ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.ﾑ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 devoured 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.
ﾊﾊﾊThe moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye,
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
ﾊﾊﾊLamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my loveﾕs tongue, bring him silently.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Another part of the wood
EnterﾊOberon.
OBERON.
I wonder if Titania be awakﾕd;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity.
Enterﾊ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ﾕ nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort
Who Pyramus presented in their sport,
Forsook his scene and enterﾕd in a brake.
When I did him at this advantage take,
An assﾕs nole I fixed on his head.
Anon, his Thisbe must be answer重,
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ﾕs report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
So at his sight away his fellows fly,
And at our stamp, here oﾕer and oﾕ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ﾕd, and straightway lovﾕd an ass.
OBERON.
This falls out better than I could devise.
But hast thou yet latchﾕd the Athenianﾕs eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
PUCK.
I took him sleepingﾑthat is finishﾕd tooﾑ
And the Athenian woman by his side,
That, when he wakﾕd, of force she must be eyﾕd.
EnterﾊDemetriusﾊandﾊ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ﾕ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 stolﾕn away
From sleeping Hermia? Iﾕll believe as soon
This whole earth may be borﾕd, and that the moon
May through the centre creep and so displease
Her brotherﾕs noontide with thﾕ Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murderﾕd him.
So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.
DEMETRIUS.
So should the murderﾕd look, and so should I,
Piercﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕst me past the bounds
Of maidenﾕs patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never numberﾕd among men!
O once tell true; tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have lookﾕd upon him, being awake,
And hast thou killﾕ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ﾕd mood:
I am not guilty of Lysanderﾕs blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
HERMIA.
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
DEMETRIUS.
And 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ﾕ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ﾕs sight.
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turnﾕd, and not a false turnﾕd true.
PUCK.
Then fate oﾕ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ﾕll charm his eyes against she do appear.
PUCK.
I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartarﾕs bow.
[Exit.]
OBERON.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊFlower of this purple dye,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊHit with Cupidﾕs archery,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊSink in apple of his eye.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊWhen his love he doth espy,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊLet her shine as gloriously
ﾊﾊﾊﾊAs the Venus of the sky.ﾑ
ﾊﾊﾊﾊWhen thou wakﾕst, if she be by,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊBeg of her for remedy.
EnterﾊPuck.
PUCK.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊCaptain of our fairy band,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊHelena is here at hand,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd the youth mistook by me,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊPleading for a loverﾕs fee.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊShall we their fond pageant see?
ﾊﾊﾊﾊLord, what fools these mortals be!
OBERON.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊStand aside. The noise they make
ﾊﾊﾊﾊWill cause Demetrius to awake.
PUCK.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊThen will two at once woo one.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊThat must needs be sport alone;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd those things do best please me
ﾊﾊﾊﾊThat befall prepostﾕrously.
EnterﾊLysanderﾊandﾊ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ﾕs: will you give her oﾕ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ﾕer.
LYSANDER.
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
DEMETRIUS.
[Waking.] 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 congeal重 white, high Taurusﾕ snow,
Fannﾕd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou holdﾕ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ﾕs eyes
With your derision! None of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soulﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕer I lovﾕd her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojournﾕd;
And now to Helen is it home returnﾕ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ﾊ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ﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕd all three
To fashion this false sport in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspirﾕd, have you with these contrivﾕd,
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have sharﾕd,
The sistersﾕ vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting usﾑO, is all forgot?
All school-daysﾕ 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 a 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 crown重 with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, ﾕtis not maidenly.
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.
HERMIA.
I am amaz重 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ﾕ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. ﾕ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, loath重 medicine! 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ﾕll not trust your word.
LYSANDER.
What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, Iﾕ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ﾕd me; yet since night you left me.
Why then, you left meﾑO, the gods forbid!ﾑ
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; ﾕ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ﾕn my loveﾕs heart from him?
HELENA.
Fine, iﾕ 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ﾕd her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailﾕ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ﾕd you,
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He followﾕd you; for love I followﾕd him;
But he hath chid me hence, and threatenﾕd 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ﾕ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ﾕs 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ﾕ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ﾕst, to try whose right,
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.
DEMETRIUS.
Follow! Nay, Iﾕll go with thee, cheek by jole.
[ExeuntﾊLysanderﾊandﾊ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ﾕd, and know not what to say.
[Exit, pursuingﾊHelena.]
OBERON.
This is thy negligence: still thou mistakﾕst,
Or else commitﾕst thy knaveries willfully.
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 ﾕnointed an Athenianﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕer their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
Then crush this herb into Lysanderﾕ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ﾕll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charm重 eye release
From monsterﾕs view, and all things shall be peace.
PUCK.
My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For nightﾕs swift dragons cut the clouds full fast;
And yonder shines Auroraﾕs harbinger,
At whose approach, ghosts wandering here and there
Troop home to churchyards. Damn重 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 exile from light,
And must for aye consort with black-browﾕd night.
OBERON.
But we are spirits of another sort:
I with the morningﾕ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 bless重 beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste, make no delay.
We may effect this business yet ere day.
[ExitﾊOberon.]
PUCK.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊUp and down, up and down,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊI will lead them up and down.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊI am fearﾕd in field and town.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊGoblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.
Enterﾊ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ﾊLysanderﾊas following the voice.]
Enterﾊ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ﾕst for wars,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant, come, thou child!
Iﾕll whip thee with a rod. He is defilﾕd
That draws a sword on thee.
DEMETRIUS.
Yea, art thou there?
PUCK.
Follow my voice; weﾕll try no manhood here.
[Exeunt.]
Enterﾊ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ﾕd than I:
I followﾕd fast, but faster he did fly,
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!
[Lies down.] For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
Iﾕll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.
[Sleeps.]
EnterﾊPuckﾊandﾊDemetrius.
PUCK.
Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comﾕst thou not?
DEMETRIUS.
Abide me, if thou darﾕst; for well I wot
Thou runnﾕst before me, shifting every place,
And darﾕst not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou?
PUCK.
Come hither; I am here.
DEMETRIUS.
Nay, then, thou mockﾕ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ﾕs approach look to be visited.
[Lies down and sleeps.]
EnterﾊHelena.
HELENA.
O weary night, O long and tedious night,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊAbate thy hours! Shine, comforts, from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊFrom these that my poor company detest.
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrowﾕs eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
[Sleeps.]
PUCK.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊYet but three? Come one more.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊTwo of both kinds makes up four.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊHere she comes, curst and sad.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊCupid is a knavish lad
ﾊﾊﾊﾊThus to make poor females mad.
EnterﾊHermia.
HERMIA.
Never so weary, never so in woe,
ﾊﾊﾊBedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
ﾊﾊﾊ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.]
PUCK.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊOn the ground
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊSleep sound.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊIﾕll apply
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊTo your eye,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊGentle lover, remedy.
[Squeezing the juice onﾊLysanderﾕsﾊeye.]
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWhen thou wakﾕst,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThou takﾕst
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊTrue delight
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊIn the sight
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊOf thy former ladyﾕs eye.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd the country proverb known,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThat every man should take his own,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊIn your waking shall be shown:
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊJack shall have Jill;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊNought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
[ExitﾊPuck.]
ACT IV
SCENE I. The Wood
Lysander, Demetrius, Helena and Hermia still asleep.
EnterﾊTitaniaﾊandﾊBottom; Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseedﾊand otherﾊFairiesﾊattending;ﾊOberonﾊbehind, unseen.
TITANIA.
Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,
ﾊﾊﾊWhile I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,
ﾊﾊﾊAnd kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
BOTTOM.
Whereﾕs Peaseblossom?
PEASEBLOSSOM.
Ready.
BOTTOM.
Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Whereﾕs Monsieur Cobweb?
COBWEB.
Ready.
BOTTOM.
Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get you your weapons in your hand and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior. Whereﾕs Monsieur Mustardseed?
MUSTARDSEED.
Ready.
BOTTOM.
Give me your neaf, Monsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.
MUSTARDSEED.
Whatﾕs your will?
BOTTOM.
Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barberﾕs, monsieur, 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 us 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ﾕ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.
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.]
Oberonﾊadvances. EnterﾊPuck.
OBERON.
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 flourietsﾕ eyes,
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her,
And she in mild terms beggﾕ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 fairyland.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
And, gentle Puck, take this transform重 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ﾕs accidents
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first I will release the Fairy Queen.
[Touching her eyes with an herb.]
ﾊﾊﾊﾊBe as thou wast wont to be;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊSee as thou was wont to see.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊDianﾕs bud oﾕer Cupidﾕs flower
ﾊﾊﾊﾊ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ﾕ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.ﾑ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ﾕst, with thine own foolﾕs eyes peep.
OBERON.
Sound, music.
[Still music.]
Come, my queen, take hands with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity,
And will tomorrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseusﾕ house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair prosperity:
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
PUCK.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊFairy king, attend and mark.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊI do hear the morning lark.
OBERON.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊThen, my queen, in silence sad,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊTrip we after nightﾕs shade.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊWe the globe can compass soon,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊSwifter than the wandﾕring moon.
TITANIA.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊCome, my lord, and in our flight,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊTell me how it came this night
ﾊﾊﾊﾊThat I sleeping here was found
ﾊﾊﾊﾊWith these mortals on the ground.
[Exeunt. Horns sound within.]
EnterﾊTheseus, Hippolyta, Egeusﾊand Train.
THESEUS.
Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is performﾕ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ﾊAttendant.]
We will, fair queen, up to the mountainﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕ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ﾕd, so sanded; and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-kneeﾕd and dewlapﾕd like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but matchﾕd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never hollaﾕd to, nor cheerﾕd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly.
Judge when you hear.ﾑ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ﾕ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.ﾊDemetrius, Lysander, HermiaﾊandﾊHelenaﾊwake and start up.
Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past.
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
LYSANDER.
Pardon, my lord.
He and the rest kneel toﾊTheseus.
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 be
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ﾕ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 followﾕd 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ﾕ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ﾕd hunting shall be set aside.
Away with us to Athens. Three and three,
Weﾕll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolyta.
[ExeuntﾊTheseus, Hippolyta, Egeusﾊand Train.]
DEMETRIUS.
These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains turn重 into clouds.
HERMIA.
Methinks I see these things with parted eye,
When everything 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ﾕs follow him,
And by the way let us recount our dreams.
[Exeunt.]
BOTTOM.
[Waking.] When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is ﾔMost fair Pyramus.ﾕ Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! Godﾕs my life! Stolﾕ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ﾑthere is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I hadﾑbut man is but a patched 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ﾕ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 called ﾔBottomﾕs Dreamﾕ, 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. A Room in Quinceﾕs House
EnterﾊQuince, Flute, SnoutﾊandﾊStarveling.
QUINCE.
Have you sent to Bottomﾕ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 marred. 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ﾊ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 ﾕscaped sixpence a day. An the Duke had not given him sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, Iﾕll be hanged. He would have deserved it: sixpence a day in Pyramus, or nothing.
Enterﾊ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ﾕer his part. For the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisbe have clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lionﾕs claws. And most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlick, 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.]
ACT V
SCENE I. Athens. An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus
EnterﾊTheseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate,ﾊLords and Attendants.
HIPPOLYTA.
ﾕ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ﾕs beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poetﾕ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ﾕ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 supposed a bear?
HIPPOLYTA.
But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigurﾕd so together,
More witnesseth than fancyﾕs images,
And grows to something of great constancy;
But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
Enter lovers:ﾊLysander, Demetrius, Hermiaﾊandﾊ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.
[Reads] ﾔThe battle with the Centaurs, to be sung
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.ﾕ
Weﾕll none of that. That have I told my love
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
ﾔThe riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage?ﾕ
That is an old device, and it was playﾕd
When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
ﾔThe thrice three Muses mourning for the death
Of learning, late deceasﾕd in beggary.ﾕ
That is some satire, keen and critical,
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
ﾔA tedious brief scene of young Pyramus
And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.ﾕ
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ﾕ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ﾕd in their minds till now;
And now have toilﾕd their unbreathﾕd 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ﾕd and connﾕ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ﾊPhilostrate.]
HIPPOLYTA.
I love not to see wretchedness oﾕercharged,
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ﾕ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ﾕ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.
EnterﾊPhilostrate.
PHILOSTRATE.
So please your grace, the Prologue is addressﾕd.
THESEUS.
Let him approach.
Flourish of trumpets. Enter theﾊ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 played on this prologue like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.
THESEUS.
His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
EnterﾊPyramusﾊandﾊThisbe, Wall, MoonshineﾊandﾊLionﾊas in dumb show.
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 Thisbe is certain.
This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder;
And through Wallﾕs chink, poor souls, they are content
To whisper, at the which let no man wonder.
This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,
Presenteth Moonshine, for, if you will know,
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
To meet at Ninusﾕ tomb, there, there to woo.
This grisly beast (which Lion hight by name)
The trusty Thisbe, 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 Thisbeﾕs mantle slain;
Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broachﾕd his boiling bloody breast;
And Thisbe, 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ﾊPrologue, Pyramus, Thisbe, Lionﾊandﾊ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 Thisbe,
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.
THESEUS.
Pyramus draws near the wall; silence.
EnterﾊPyramus.
PYRAMUS.
O grim-lookﾕ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 Thisbeﾕs promise is forgot!
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
That standﾕst between her fatherﾕs ground and mine;
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.
[Wallﾊholds up his fingers.]
Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
But what see I? No Thisbe do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss,
Cursﾕ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. ﾔDeceiving meﾕ is Thisbeﾕ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ﾊThisbe.
THISBE.
O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me.
My cherry lips have often kissﾕ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 Thisbeﾕs face.
Thisbe?
THISBE.
My love thou art, my love I think.
PYRAMUS.
Think what thou wilt, I am thy loverﾕs grace;
And like Limander am I trusty still.
THISBE.
And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.
PYRAMUS.
Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
THISBE.
As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
PYRAMUS.
O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
THISBE.
I kiss the wallﾕs hole, not your lips at all.
PYRAMUS.
Wilt thou at Ninnyﾕs tomb meet me straightway?
THISBE.
ﾕTide life, ﾕtide death, I come without delay.
WALL.
Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.
[ExeuntﾊWall, PyramusﾊandﾊThisbe.]
THESEUS.
Now is the mural down 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ﾊLionﾊandﾊ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, one Snug the joiner, am
A lion fell, nor else no lionﾕs dam;
For if I should as lion come in strife
Into this place, ﾕ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ﾕ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 horn重 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 horn重 moon present;
Myself the man iﾕ the 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ﾕ the 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.
MOON.
All that I have to say, is to tell you that the lantern is the moon; I the man iﾕ the 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 Thisbe.
EnterﾊThisbe.
THISBE.
This is old Ninnyﾕs tomb. Where is my love?
LION.
Oh!
[TheﾊLionﾊroars,ﾊThisbeﾊruns off.]
DEMETRIUS.
Well roared, Lion.
THESEUS.
Well run, Thisbe.
HIPPOLYTA.
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
[TheﾊLionﾊtearsﾊThisbeﾕsﾊmantle, and exit.]
THESEUS.
Well moused, Lion.
DEMETRIUS.
And then came Pyramus.
LYSANDER.
And so the lion vanished.
EnterﾊPyramus.
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 Thisbe sight.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊBut stay! O spite!
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊBut mark, poor knight,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWhat dreadful dole is here!
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊEyes, do you see?
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊHow can it be?
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊO dainty duck! O dear!
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThy mantle good,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWhat, stained with blood?
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊApproach, ye Furies fell!
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊO Fates, come, come;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊCut thread and thrum;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊQuail, rush, 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ﾕd my dear?
Which isﾑno, noﾑwhich was the fairest dame
That livﾕd, that lovﾕd, that likﾕd, that lookﾕd with cheer.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊCome, tears, confound!
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊOut, sword, and wound
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThe pap of Pyramus;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊAy, that left pap,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWhere heart doth hop:
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThus die I, thus, thus, thus.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊNow am I dead,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊNow am I fled;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊMy soul is in the sky.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊTongue, lose thy light!
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊMoon, take thy flight!
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊNow die, die, die, die, die.
[Dies. ExitﾊMoonshine.]
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 prove an ass.
HIPPOLYTA.
How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
THESEUS.
She will find him by starlight.
EnterﾊThisbe.
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 Thisbe, 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 means,ﾊvidelicetﾑ
THISBE.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊAsleep, my love?
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWhat, dead, my dove?
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊO Pyramus, arise,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊSpeak, speak. Quite dumb?
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊDead, dead? A tomb
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊMust cover thy sweet eyes.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThese lily lips,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThis cherry nose,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThese yellow cowslip cheeks,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊAre gone, are gone!
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊLovers, make moan;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊHis eyes were green as leeks.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊO Sisters Three,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊCome, come to me,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWith hands as pale as milk;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊLay them in gore,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊSince you have shore
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWith shears his thread of silk.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊTongue, not a word:
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊCome, trusty sword,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊCome, blade, my breast imbrue;
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd farewell, friends.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThus Thisbe ends.
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊAdieu, adieu, adieu.
[Dies.]
THESEUS.
Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
DEMETRIUS.
Ay, and Wall too.
BOTTOM.
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 hanged himself in Thisbeﾕs garter, it would have been a fine tragedy; and so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask; let your epilogue alone.
[Here a dance of Clowns.]
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed; ﾕtis almost fairy time.
I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn
As much as we this night have overwatchﾕd.
This palpable-gross play hath well beguilﾕd
The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed.
A fortnight hold we this solemnity
In nightly revels and new jollity.
[Exeunt.]
EnterﾊPuck.
PUCK.
ﾊﾊﾊNow the hungry lion roars,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊAnd the wolf behowls the moon;
ﾊﾊﾊWhilst the heavy ploughman snores,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊAll with weary task fordone.
ﾊﾊﾊNow the wasted brands do glow,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊWhilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
ﾊﾊﾊPuts the wretch that lies in woe
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊIn remembrance of a shroud.
ﾊﾊﾊNow it is the time of night
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊThat the graves, all gaping wide,
ﾊﾊﾊEvery one lets forth his sprite,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊIn the church-way paths to glide.
ﾊﾊﾊAnd we fairies, that do run
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊBy the triple Hecateﾕs team
ﾊﾊﾊFrom the presence of the sun,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊFollowing darkness like a dream,
ﾊﾊﾊNow are frolic; not a mouse
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊShall disturb this hallowﾕd house.
ﾊﾊﾊI am sent with broom before,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊTo sweep the dust behind the door.
EnterﾊOberonﾊandﾊTitaniaﾊwith their Train.
OBERON.
ﾊﾊﾊThrough the house give glimmering light,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊBy the dead and drowsy fire.
ﾊﾊﾊEvery elf and fairy sprite
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊHop as light as bird from brier,
ﾊﾊﾊAnd this ditty after me,
ﾊﾊﾊSing and dance it trippingly.
TITANIA.
ﾊﾊﾊFirst rehearse your song by rote,
ﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊﾊTo each word a warbling note;
ﾊﾊﾊHand in hand, with fairy grace,
ﾊﾊﾊWill we sing, and bless this place.
[Song and Dance.]
OBERON.
ﾊﾊﾊNow, until the break of day,
ﾊﾊﾊThrough this house each fairy stray.
ﾊﾊﾊTo the best bride-bed will we,
ﾊﾊﾊWhich by us shall bless重 be;
ﾊﾊﾊAnd the issue there create
ﾊﾊﾊEver shall be fortunate.
ﾊﾊﾊSo shall all the couples three
ﾊﾊﾊEver true in loving be;
ﾊﾊﾊAnd the blots of Natureﾕs hand
ﾊﾊﾊShall not in their issue stand:
ﾊﾊﾊNever mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
ﾊﾊﾊNor mark prodigious, such as are
ﾊﾊﾊDespised in nativity,
ﾊﾊﾊShall upon their children be.
ﾊﾊﾊWith this field-dew consecrate,
ﾊﾊﾊEvery fairy take his gait,
ﾊﾊﾊAnd each several chamber bless,
ﾊﾊﾊThrough this palace, with sweet peace;
ﾊﾊﾊAnd the owner of it blest.
ﾊﾊﾊEver shall it in safety rest,
ﾊﾊﾊTrip away. Make no stay;
ﾊﾊﾊMeet me all by break of day.
[ExeuntﾊOberon, Titaniaﾊand Train.]
PUCK.
ﾊﾊﾊIf we shadows have offended,
ﾊﾊﾊThink but this, and all is mended,
ﾊﾊﾊThat you have but slumberﾕd here
ﾊﾊﾊWhile these visions did appear.
ﾊﾊﾊAnd this weak and idle theme,
ﾊﾊﾊNo more yielding but a dream,
ﾊﾊﾊGentles, do not reprehend.
ﾊﾊﾊIf you pardon, we will mend.
ﾊﾊﾊAnd, as I am an honest Puck,
ﾊﾊﾊIf we have unearn重 luck
ﾊﾊﾊNow to ﾕscape the serpentﾕs tongue,
ﾊﾊﾊWe will make amends ere long;
ﾊﾊﾊElse the Puck a liar call.
ﾊﾊﾊSo, good night unto you all.
ﾊﾊﾊGive me your hands, if we be friends,
ﾊﾊﾊAnd Robin shall restore amends.
[Exit.]