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OBERdN. hint of the fairlee.

TITANIA. queen of the falriei.

FUCK, or Robin Ooodfailow, a fkby.

PEA8-BL0880U. COBWEB. MOTH, MUsVaBD-SSSD^ fhlrlei

FYBAMUS. THISBE. WALL. MOONBHINS, UoYi,

eharaeters in the Interlnde, performed by the Clownti

Other fklrlea attending their King and Qaeen.

Attendants on Theseos and Kippoljrta.



SCENE— Athens and a Wood near.



ACT L



SCENE L—Athens. A Rcom in ihe Palace of

Theseus.

EnUr Thbsbub, Hippoltta, Philostbatb, and

Attendants.

The, Now, fair Hippolyta, oar noptial hour
Draws on apaoo; fonr happy dayit bring in
AiM^ber moon: hot, oh, metbinks, how slow
T is old n'oon wanes I she lingers my desires.
Like to ft step-dame, or ft dowager,
Lon^: witherins oQt a yoang mao\i reveniie.

Hip. Foar days will quickly steep themselves
in niglits;
Pour nights will qaickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a hilver bow
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of <^ar solemnities.

The. Go, Philostrate,

Btir ap the Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth ^
Tarn melancholy forth to funerals—
The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Phil.
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triaroph, and with rerelling!
Enter Eobus, Hkkmia, Ltsandbb, and
Demetrius.

Ege, HappT be Theseus, oor renowned duket

The. Thanks, good Egens; What's the news
with thee?

Ege. Full of vexation oome I, with complaint
|igain.Ht my child, my dauKbter Hermia.
Stand forth, Demetrius : My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her. —
Btand forth, Lysander s— and, my gracious duke,
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child :
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
And interchanged love-tokens with my ehild :
Thou hast by moonlight at her window snog.
With feigning voioe, verses of feigning love;
And stoPn the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, oonoeits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers



Of strong prevail meat in nnharden*d youth;
With cunning hast thou filchM my daughter's heart
Turned her obedience, which is due to me.
To Atttbhorn 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 khe is mine, I may dbpose of her :
Which shall be either to this gentloman, ^
Or to her death ; according to our law.
Immediately provided in that case.

The. What say you, Uermia? Be advis*d, fair
maid;
To you your father should be as a god ;
One that composed your beauties; yea, and one
To whom you are but as a form in wax,
tij him imprinted, and within his power
To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

Ber. So is Lysander.

The. In himself he is:

Bur, in this kind, wanting your father's voioe.
The other must be held the worthier.

Uer. I would my father look'd but with my eyes.

Ihe. Bather your eyes must with his judgment
look.

Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me.
I know not by what power I am made bold.
Nor how it may ooDcern 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.

2'he. Either to die the death, or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair Uermia, question your desires,
Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
Tou can endure the livery of a nun ;
For aye to be io shady cloister mew'd,
To live ft barren sister all your life.
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice blessed they that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden uilgrimage.



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But enrlbfj happier is tlie rose disiiliM,
Thtn that, which, witherinsr on the rirKin thoro,
Grows, lives, and dies, in single bIPHsedness.

Her. So nill I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Ere I will jtpld my virgin patent ap
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignry.
The. Take time to pause; aod, by ibe next dpw
moon
(The sealing-day betwixt my love and me
For everlasting bond of fellowship),
Upon that day either prepare to die
For didub^dience to your father's will,
Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would ;
Or on Diana's alter to protest.
For aye, austerity and single life.
Dem, Relent, sweet Hermia :— And, Lysander,
yield
Thy crazed title to my oprtaf n right.

Ly». You have her father's love, Demetrius ;
Let nie have Hprmia^ : do you marry him.

Ege. Scornful Lysanderl true,he l<aihmy love;
And what is mine my love shall render him :
And she is mine ; and all ray right of her
1 do estate unto Demetrius.

Ly%, I am, my lord, as well derived as he,
As well possess'd; my love is more than his;
My fortunes every way as fairly rank*d,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
And, which is more than all these boasts can be,
I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia:
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, 1*11 avouch it to his head.
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
And won her soul ; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry.
Upon this spotted and inconstant man I

Tht. I muMt confess that I have heard so much.
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke

thereof;
But being over-full of self-affiirs.
My mind did lone it. — But, Demetrius, come
And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,
I have some private schooling for yon both.
For yon, fair Uermia, look yon arm yourself
To fit your fancies to your father's will ;
Or elbe 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 H ippolyu : What cheer, my love ?
Demetriurt, Egeos, go along:
1 must employ you in some buHinesa
Against our nuptial ; and confer with yon
or KnmHthIng nearly that concerns yourselves.
Ege With dutv and desire, we follow you.

[Extunt Thes., Hip., Eoe., Dz^., and train.
ZjjfS Uow now, my iove? Why is your cheek
so pale ?
How chance the roses there do fade so f«st ?

Eer. Beiikeior want of rain; which I could well
Between them from the tempest of mine eyes.

LyB. Ah met for aught that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true lovn never did run smooth.
Bus either it was different in blood ;~
Ber, O cross! too hivh to be enthralPd to low I
Ljf§. Or else misgr^ff'd, in restiect of years;—
Her. O spite 1 too old to be eigig'd to yonnt;I
Li/S. i )r else it stood upon the olioibe of friendi* ; —
Ser O hell t to choose love by another's eye !
Ly$ Or, if therH were a sympathy in choice,
Wfir, death, or sickness did lay itiege to it ;
Making it monetary aa a sound,



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Swift as a Hhn ow, short as any dream.
Brief ap the litriitninc in the oul<ied night,
Toat, in a fp een, unfolds both heaven and eartl^
And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold t
The JHws of darkness do devour it up :
So niiiok bright things come to confusion.

Her. If then true lovers have been ever eroee^d
It Htaitds an an edict in destiny :
Then let us teach our trial patience, '
Becnnse it in a customary cross;
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighc
Wihhes, and tear.t, poor fancyV tollowers.

Lys, A good persuasion; therefore, hear me
Hermia.
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Of great revenue, and she hatti no child ;
From Athens is her houne remov'd seven leagues
And ehe refpects me as her only son.
There, gentle Uermia, may I marry thee;
And to that place the ah irp Athenian law
Cannot pu^^ue us : If thou lov'at me then,
Hte^l forth thy father^s hoUKe to-morrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town.
Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
To do observance to a morn of May,
Tiiei e will I stay for thee.

Her. My good Lysander.

I swear to thee by Cnpid*s strongest bow ;
Bv his best arrow with the golden head ;
By the simplicity of Venus' doves ;
By that whioh knitteth souls, and prospers bvea
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queeo
When the fai^e Trojan under sail was seim ;
By all the vows that ever men have broke.
In number more than ever woman spoke ;•—
In that same place thou hast appointed me.
To-morrow truly will 1 meet with thee I

Lya Keep promise, love; look, heie oomei
Helena.

Enter Hbleva.

Her, God speed fair Helena I Whither away ?

HU. Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay.
Demetrius loves you fair: O happy fairl
Your eyes ar» loaid'Htars ; and your tongue 'a sweet

air
More tunable than lark to shepherd's ear.
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appeftrl
S*ckne8<t is cafcliing ; O, were favour so
(Your words I catch), fair Hermia, ere I go,
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue bhould catch your tongue's sweet

melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated.
The rest I'll give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look; and with what art
Yon sway the motion of Dtfmetrius* heart 1

Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves ma still.

HeL 0, that your frowns would teach my smiles
such Mkili t

Her. 1 give him curses, yet he gives me love.

Hel. 0« that my prayers could such affection
move I

Her, The m -re I hate, the more he follows me.

HtL Th < m.)re 1 love, the more he hatelh me.

Her 11 is folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.

HeL None. Hut your beauty; would that fault
were mine I

Iler, Take comfort; he no more shall seem>
fiice;
Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Bef )re the time I did Lysander 8ee,^^->. j

Seem'd Athens like a paradise to 01^:1 QOQLC



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O then, wlut graoes in mj lovo do dwell,
That be hath turn*d a heaven nnto a belli

Ljft Helen, to jou oar mind) vre will unfold:
To-murruvr night when Pi cabe doth behold
Her silver visage in the watVy gia^a.
Decking with liquid pearl the biaded grass
(A rime that lovtrd' fights duth still conceal),
Tbniugh Athens* gatvs have we devis*d to steal.

Her. And in the wood, where often yoa and I
Upun faint primrosa beds were wont to lie,
Emptying oar bosoms of their coansel sweet,
There mj Lysander and myself shall meet;
And thence, from Athene, turn away our eyea^
To seek new fnends and stranger companies.
Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for ns,
And good lack grant thee tiiy Demetriusl—
Keep word, Lyaander; we must s'arve our sight
Prom lovers* food till morrow deep iniduighi

[Ex liKa.

ZffS I will, my Hermiat- Helena, atiieu:
As yoa on him, Demetrius dote on yon!

{Exit. Lys.

SeL How happy some o*er other som« can bt 1
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of thai? Demetrius thinks not so;
He will not know what all bat he do know.
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's ej&i,
Bo I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form sod dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mitd ;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath loveV mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes, figure untieedy haste:
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft b^guird.
^ w^SSish boys in game themselves forswear,
Ho the boy love b per jur'd everywhere:
JJ**^*** Demetrius louk'd on Uermia's eyne,

He hail'd down oaths thst he was only mine;

And when this bail some heat from Hermia felt,

Bo he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.

J^ill go tell Lim of fair Hermia's flight:

Then to the wood will he. lu-monow night,

*T»'ine her; and for this mtelligenoe

if 1 have tbanks, it is a dear expense.

jjct herein mean I to enrich my pain,

XQ have his sight thither and back again. [EseU.



8CENB U. The



A Room in a Cottage.



^^ S«c«, Bottom, Plih'b, Snoot, Qoi.ncb,

and tiTAEVBUKO.

J^^ •!! oor company here?
y- ^^« were be^t to call them generally, man
/jT* ?J®ording to the scrip.
P/J>L^^ 7i5'"« w **• •®'''^** ®f ^^^T ™»n^ n«n»e



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Bat. Ready. Name what part i am for, and
proc«'ed.

Qtdii. Yoa, Nick Bottom, ire set down for
P> ramus.

Bot. What is Pyramuf? a lover, or a trrant?

Quxxi, A lover, that kills himself most gallantly
for lovp.

Bo^. That will ask some tears in the true
performing of it: If I do it, let the audience look
to their ^j^\ I will move sr<irms, I will eon-
dole in s«ime messure. To the rest:— Yet my
chief humour i^ for a tyrant: I coald play Eroies
rarely, or a part to t«ar a ont in, to make ail split

The rafltiff rooks.
And shtrerlDK shocks,
Bb«U \avmk the locks

or priiton-gatea ;
And rhibbus' car
Bball abine from f«r.
And miike sd'I mar

The foolish CaUsa.

This wss lofty 1— Now name the rest of the
players.— 1'his is Erdes* vein, a tyrantli vein;
a lover is more condoling.

Qmn, Francis Fiuie, the bellows- mender.

¥l\k. Here, Peter Q>iinoA.

Quin. You must isKe Thlsby on yoo,

Flu. What is Tliisby ? a wandering knight?

Qvdn. It 18 the lady that Pyramos must love.

Vi%. Niy, faith, let not me play a woman , I
have a beard coming.

Quia. That's all one; yoa shall play it in a
maMk, and you may speak as small as you will.

Boi. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby
too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice;—*
»*Thii»ne, Thisne,— Ah, Pyramun, my lover dear;
thy Thi«by dear! and lady dear I'*

^tttii No, no, yon must play Pyramos ; and,
Flute, you, Thisby.

B(A. Wetl, proceed.

Qvan. Robin Surveling, the tailor.

Siof, Here, Pe er Quince.

Qmn. Robin Starveling, you mast play Thisby^
mother.— Tom Siiout, the tinker.
•SiwuL Here, Peter Quince.

Quia, You, Pyramu»'s father; myself, Thisby *s
father ; Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part : —
and, I hope, here is a play fitted.

8nug. Have you the lion's part written ? pray
yoo, It it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing
but roaring.

Bot. Let me plav the lion too ; I will roar, that
I will do any manvi heart good to hear me ; I will
roar tliat I will make thn doke say, ** Let hiiu
roar again, let him roar again I"

Qvin An yoo shonld do it too terribly, you
would fright the dochess and the ladies that th'-y
would shriek, and that were enough to hang us
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Quin Whf , what 70a will.

£ot. I will dUoharge it in either your strmw-
eoloured beird, jour orange-ttwDV beard, yoar
parple-in-grain lieard, or your Frenob-orown-
•oloared beard, yoar perfect yellow.

Qum. Some of year French crowns haye no
bjiir at all, and then you will play bare faced. —
But, masters, here are yoor parts: and I aoi to
entreat yoo, rec^est you, aud desire yuu, to oon
them by to-morrow night: and meet me in the
palace wood« a mile without the town, by moon-



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light ; there we will rehearse : for if we meet in
the city we shall be dogg*d with company, and oar
deTices known. In the mean time I will draw (
bill of properties such as our play wao'S. I praj
yon fail me not.

Bot, We will meet; and there we mayrehearsi
more obscenely and courageously. Take pains
be perfect ; adieu.

Qtdn At the duke's oak we meet

Bot. Enough. Hold, or cut bow-strings.

[Exeun*



ACT II.



SCENE h^A Wood near Athens.



Enter a Fairt on one tide and Pucx on the other.

Puck How now, spirit 1 whither wander you?
Fed. Over bill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over paik, over pale.
Thorough fl<>od, thorough fire I

I do wander everywhere.

Swifter than the moon*a sphere;

And I serve the f«iry queen,

To dew her orbe upon the green :

The cowslips tall her pensioners be);

In their gold coats spots you see ;

Those be rubies, fairy favours,

III those freckles live their savourt:
I most gi> seek »ome dew-drops here,
And bangs pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, th'>u lob of spirits, I'll be gone I
Our queen and all her elves oume here anon.
Puck, The king doth keep his revels here to-
night ;
Take heed the queen come not within hit sight.
For Obfroii is passing fell and wrath,
BfOause tliat she, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy stoPn from an Indian king;
She never had no Mweet a chanKOliiig :
A* d jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to tract the forests wild:
Bu. ihe, perforco, withholds the loved boy.
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her

jov:
And now they never meet in grove, or green.
By fountain olear^ or spauKled starlight »been,
But they do square; that ail their elvMg, for fear,
Crt-fp into aourn cnpn, and hide them there.
FaL Either I mistake your shape and making
quite.
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,
CaU'd lt«>bin UiN>dfHllow ; are you not he.
That friKhta the maidens of the villagery ;
Skim miik; and sometimes labour in iIih quern;
A»d b«>otleM iiiakH the breatlile^M housewife churn ;
Anil S4>metiine make tho drink to bear no barm ;
Mislead night-wanderers. laughing at their harm ?
Those that hobgoblin call you, and itweet Puok, —
Tou do their work, and they shall have good luuki
Are not you he?

Puck. Thou speak'st aright ;

I am that merry wsfderer of the night.
I jest t«> Oberon, and make him smile,
'When I a (at and be^n-fe<l horsn beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly loal :
And a4>metime li&rk I in a gonsip's t>owl,
In very liaeness of a roasted crab;
And, when she diiitks, against her lipe I bob,
Aud on her wit her 'd dewlap pour the ales.
The wiaeet amit, telling the saddest tale,
SometioM for three-foot stool misiaketh me :



Then slip I from her bum, down topples sha,
And ** Tailor " cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and loffe
And waxen in their mirth, and neese, and swear
A merrier hour was never waited there ,"—
But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon.

FuL And here my mistress — Woald that he
were gone !

SCENE II.- ^nter Oberon on one nde, vntk
his trmn^ and Titamu. on the other, with litre.

Obe. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania t
Jita, What, jealous Oberon? Fairy,8kip hence;
I liMTe forsworn his bed and company.

Obe Tarry, rash wanton I Am not I thy lord f
Tita, Thtn I must be thy lady : But I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and veri^ing love
To amorous Phillada. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep of India?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Am>tzon,
Your budkin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To TheseuH must be wedd« d ; and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.

Obe. How canst thou thu!<, for shime, Titania,
Qlaoce at my credit with Hipiio)>ta,
Knowing I know thy love to Tht^seus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering

night
From Periuenia, whom he ravished ?
And make him with fair JEa\6 break his faith,
With Ar'sdneaiid Antiopaf

Tito. The^e are the forgeries of jealousy *
And never, Rince the midole summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dsle, forest, or mead,
By pared fountain, or by roshy bfook,
Or on tlie beached margent of the ie^i.
To dance oar ringlets to the whistlinK wind.
But with thy brawli< thou hast disturbed our spori
Thereforp, the winds, pipii g to us i>i vain.
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which, fa ling in the land,
liave every pelting river made bO proud.
That they have overborne ihuir coniineMts
The ox hatb therefore s' retch *d his yi>ke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
liath rotted, ere his youth atiain'd a beard:
The fold standi empty in the drowncl field,
And crows are faited with the murrain fli»ck,
The nine men's morris is fi I'd up with mud;
And the quaint mas s in the wanton .treen,
For lack of tread, are undisiinguishable:
'Ihe human mortals want; thtir winter here,
No night is now with hymn or carol ble^a'd t
Therefore, the moon, the governess of floods.
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorouf(h this distemperature. we tee

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The Muons alter ; hoary-beaded frosta
Pall in tHe fresh lap of the erimflon rose ;
And on old U jmena* chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplft of sweet nummer bads
la, as in mookfry, set: The spring, the summer,
Tbe ohilding aninron, angry winter, change
Thfir wonted liveriett; and the mazed world.
By their increase, now Icnows not which ia which:
And ihia saine progeny of otIIs come
Prom cor dabate, from onr dissension;^
We are their parents and oricinal.

Ob&. Do you amend it then: it lies in yon :
Why ahoQid Tirania cross her Oberon?
I do hot beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.

TUa. Set year heart at rest,

The fairy land boys not the child of me.
His mother was a votVens of my order :
And, in tbe spiced Indian air, by night,
Full ofien hath she gossipM by my aida ;
And sat with me on Nepiunei yellow sands,
Marking th' embarked traders on the flood ;
When we have Unghed to see the saila oonoeiTe,
And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind :
Which she, with pretty and with awimming gait
Following (her womb then rich with my young

squire)
Would imitate; and sail npon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again.
As from a Toyage, rich with merchandiae.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy :
And. for her aake, I will not part with him.

Obe. How long within this wood intend yon
stay?

Tito. Perchance, till after Theaena' we Iding-day.
If yuu will patiently dance in oar round.
And see our moonlight reTe's, go wiib us ;
If n«^, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Obe. Qive me that boy, and I will go with thee.

lita. Not for thy fairy kingdom. FMiries, away I
We khsll chide, downriKhr, if I longer stay.

lEweunt Titamia and her train,

Obe, Well, go thy way thou f>halt not from
this grove.
Till I torm«*iit thee for thii injury.
My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou rememberlst
Since once I sat upon a promontory.
And heard a mertnaid, on a dolphin's back.
Uttering such dulcfi and harmonious breath.
That the rude s«>a grew civil at her song.
And oertaio stars shot madly from their spheres
To hfMT the aea-maid's music. —

Puck I rememb«r.

Obe, That Tcry time I saw (but thou eonldst
not)
Plying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm*d ; a certain aim he took
At a fair TCdtai, throned by the we«t ;
And looa*d his love-shaft t<marily from bis bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand liearta:
But I might s*;e young Cup*d*s fiery ahttft
Qiiisuch'a in the chaste beams of the watery moon ;
And the imperial votaress pahS^d on.
In roaiiten meditation, fancv-free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell :
It fell apon a little western fl»wer, —
Before, milk-Mhite, now, purple with loreV)

Wound, —
And maidf ns call it lovcln-idlpnesa.
Fetch me that flower ; the herb I dhow^d thee once ;
The juioe of it ou sleeping eyelids laid,



NIGHT'S DREAM. 4i

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.

Pueh. 1*11 put a girdle round about thA earth
In flirty minutes. [Exit Pud

Obe. Having once this juice,

1*11 watch Titania when she is as'eep,
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes :
The next thing then she waking looks apOD
(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or ball.
On meddling monkey, or on buiy ape).
She shall pursue it with the soul of love.
And ere I take this charm off from her sighty
(As I can take it with another herb),
ril make her render up her page to me
But who comes here? I am invisible;
And I VI ill overhear their o inference.

Enter Dbmetriub, Hzvesxfolfounng him.

Dent, I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander, and fair Herinia ?
The one 1*11 stay, the other stay el h me.
Thou told8*i me, they were stol'n into this wood,
And here am I, and wood within this wood,
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Hence, get thee g>ne, and follow me no morel

HeL I ou draw me, you hard-hearted adamant ;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as ^teel : Lfuive you your power to draw
And I shall have no power to follow you.

Dim. Do I entice yon? Do I speak yoo fair?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Tell yoo— I do not, nor 1 cannot love yon ?

Hel 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 1
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give roe leave,



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