Ober. Do you amend it, then: it lies in you. Why should Titiania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy To be my henchman. Tit. Set your heart at rest: The Fairy-land buys not the child of me. [Goes up c. And for her sake I will not part with him. Ober. How long within this wood intend you stay? Tit. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. If you will patiently dance in our round, And see our moonlight revels, go with us; If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Ober. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Tit. Not for thy fairy kingdom.-Fairies, away! We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. [Music. FAIRIES dance off. Exit TITANIA. Ober. (R.) Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove, Till I torment thee for this injury. My gentle Puck, come hither. [Enter PUCK, L. 2 E. Thou rememb'rest Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, Puck. (L. C.) I remember. Ober. That very time I saw (but thou could'st not), Flying between the cold moon and the Earth, Cupid, all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the West, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound; And maidens call it Love-in-idleness. Fetch me that 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 Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the carth In forty minutes. Ober. [Exit PUCK, L. 2 E. Having once this juice, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, And drop the liquor of it in her eyes: The next thing then she waking looks upon Or meddling monkey, or on busy ape), I'll make her render up her page to me. [Exit OBERON, L. SCENE II-A moon-lighted wood; a mossy bank at the back c.; a large tree R.; the whole troop of FAIRIES discovered in groups. Music. TITANIA and her Train R. U. E. Enter Tit. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song; Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, SONG. 1st Fairy. You spotted snakes, with double tongues, Thorny hedgehogs be not seen. Newts and blind worms do no wrong; Come not near our Fairy Queen. CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: So, good night, with lullaby. 2d Fairy. Weaving spiders, come not here; CHORUS. 1st Fairy. Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence: Beetles black, approach not near ; Worm, nor snail, do no offense. Philomel, with melody, etc. Hence, away! now all is well: [Exeunt FAIRIES, R. and L. TITANIA sleeps upon the bank, c. Enter OBERON, L. 2 E. Ober. What thou seest when thou dost wake, [Squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eyelids. Do it for thy true love take; Love and languish for his sake : Wake when some vile thing is near. [Exit R. 3 E. Enter BOTTOM, singing; PUCK having clapped on him an ass's head. Bot. SONG. The oosel-cock, so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill— Tit. (R.) What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again; [Wakes. And thy fair virtue's force perforce, doth move me, On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Bot. (L.) Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowa-days. The more the pity, that some honest neighbors will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. Tit. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Bot. Not so, neither; but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. Tit. 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; I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Mote! and Mustard-seed! [Enter four FAIRIES. Peas-blossom. (R.) Ready. |