Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say.

[Exit, pursuing HELENA. Obe. [Advances with Puck.] This is thy negligence : still

thou mistak'st,
Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully.

Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. .
Did not you tell me, I should know the man
By the Athcnian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my cnterprise,
That I have 'nointed an Athcnian's eyes :
And so far am I glad it so did sort,
As this thcir jangling I estcem a sport.

Obe. Thou sccst, thesc lovers scck a place to fight :
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
Thc starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog as black as Aclicron;
And lead these testy rivals so astray,
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong ;
And sonctinic rail thou like Demetrius;
And from cach other look thou lead' tliem thus,
Till o'er their brows dcath-counterfciting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth crcep:
Then crush this herb into Lysander's cye, .
Whosc liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all crror, with his might,
And make his cycballs roll with wonted sight.
Whiles I in this affair do thcc employ,
I'll to my quccn, and beg her Indian boy; .
And then I will her charmed cyc rclcasc
From monster's vicw, and all things shall be peacc. ..::

Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste;
[The misis begin to fall, and the scenc commences to dar.

For night's swist dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shincs Aurora's harbinger ;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,

Already to their wormy beds are gone;

And wilfully themselves exile from light, • And must for ayc consort with black-brow'd night.

Obe. But wc are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning's love have oft made sport;
And, like a forestcr, the groves may tread,
Even till the castern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.
But, notwithstanding, hastc ; make no delay :
We may cffcct this business yet crc day. [Exit OBERON.
Puck, Up and down, up and down,

I will lead them up and down;
I am fear'd in ficld and town;.

Goblin, lead them up and down. licre comes one.

Enter LYSANDER [below).
Lys. Wherc art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou now.
Puck. Hcrc, villain ; drawn and ready. Where art thou ?
Lys. I will be with thce straight..

Follow me then,
To plainer ground. [Exit LYSANDER, as follozving the voice.


Entcr DEMETRIUS (above, from the same direction].

Dem. Lysander ! speak again. [Re-enter Puck.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou Ned ?
Speak-in some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head ?

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come ? Comc, recreant; come, thou child;
I'll whip thcc with a rod: he is delil'd
That draws a sword on thce.

Yea; art thou there?
Puck. Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here.

[Excunt. The fog grows more dense.
. 56

. . . . .

Re-enter LYSANDER (above]. .
Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.

The villain is much lighter heel'd than I.
· I follow'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 gray light;
I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spitc. .

Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS (below).
Puck. Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why coin'st thou not?

Dom. Abide me, is thou dar'st; for well I wot
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place,
And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face.
Wherc art thou now?

[Sits on a bank.' : · Puck.

Conic hither; I am here. ...
Dem. Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt 'by this


If ever I thy face by daylight sce:
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To incasure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.

[Lics down and slecps. The scene becomes blackcr.

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Her. Never so wcary, never so in woe,

Bedabbied with the dew, and torn with bricrs; .
I can no further crawl, nor further go,

My legs can kecp no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest mc, till the break of day.
Heaven shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!.. [Lies down. .
Puck. Yct but three ? Come one more ;

Two of both kinds make up four.
Hcre slic comes, curst and sadi:
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Hel. O, weary night! O, long and tedious night,

Abatc thy hours : shine, comforts, from the cast,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,

· Fro:n thesc that my poor company detest:And sleep, that sometinics shuts up sorrow's cye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. : (Sleeps.

[The light of fire-flies breaks through the darkness, and

the Goblins and Fairies begin to assemblc in the mists.


.: On tịc ground

Slccp thou sound:
We'll apply
To your eye,

Gentle lover, remedy.
Puck. [Squeezes the juice on LYSANDER's eye.]
A fairy. (Sings.]

When thou wak'st,
Thou tak'st
True delight

In the sight
Of thy fornier lady's cye:
And the country proverb known, ..
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown :
Jack shall have Jill;

: .
I have Jill;
Nought shall go ill.

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covered seated on a mound of flowers, at the base of a fallen tree. BOTTOM is beside her still wearing the ass's head. The four Goblins are behind. It is still dark and misty.

Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this nowery bcd, ...

While I thy amiable checks do coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,

And kiss thy fair large cars, my gentle joy.
Bot. Where's Peas-blossom ?
Peas. Ready.

Bot. Scratch my head, Pcas-blossom.- Where's monsieur Cobweb?

Cob. Ready.

Bot. Monsicur Cobweb; good monsieur, get you your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bce on the top of a thistle ; and, good monsieur, bring me the honcy-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsicur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honcy-bag brcak not; I would be loth to have you over-flown with a honcy-bag, signior. Where's monsicur Mustard-seed ?

Mus. What's your will ?

Boi. Nothing, good inonsieur, but to help cavalcro Cobweb to scratch. I nust to the barber's, monsieur ; for, mcthinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face ; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch... • Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love ? ..

Bot. I have a reasonable good car in music; let us have the tongs and the bones.

Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.

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