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Therefore, be out of hope, of question. doubt, Her. Yoni, mistress, all this coil is 'long of Be certain, nothing truer ; 'tis no jest,

you: That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

Nay, go not back. Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blos- ici. I will not trust you, 1; som;"

Nor longer stay in your curst company. You thief of love: what, have you come by Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray ; night

My legs are longer though, to run away. And stol'n my love's heart from him ?

(Erit. Hel. Fine, i'faith!

Her. I am amaz'd, and know not wbat to say. Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,

[Erit, pursuing HELENA. No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Obe. This is thy negligence : still thou mis. Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ?

tak'st, Fie, fie ! you counterfeit, you puppet you ! Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully, Her. Puppet! wby so? Ay, that way goes the Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mis game.

took. Now I perceive that she hath made compare Did not you tell me, I should know the man Between our statures, she bath urg'd her height; By the Athenian garments be bad on? And with her personage, her tall personage,

And so far blameless proves my enterprise, Her height forsooth, she hath prevail'd with That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes : hiin.

And so far am I glad it so did sort, And are you grown so high in his esteem, As this their jangling I esteem a sport. Because I am so dwarfish and so low?

Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak ;

fight : How low am 1? I am not yet so low,

Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
But that my nails can reach unto tbine eyes. The starry welkin cover thou anon
Her. I pray you, though you mock me, gen. With drooping fog, as black as Acheron ;

And lead these testy rivals so astray,
Let her not hurt me : I was never curst ; + As one come not within another's way.
I have no gift at all in shrewisliness ;

Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, I am a right maid for my cowardice;

Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong ; Let her not strike me : You, perhaps, may And sometime rail thou like Demetrius ; think,

And from each other look thou lead them thus, Becanse she's something lower than myself, Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep That I can matcb her.

With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep : Her. Lower ! bark, again.

Then crusb this herb into Lysander's eye ; Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, + me.

To take from thence all error, with his inight, I evermore did love you, Hermia,

And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sigbt. Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you ; When they next wake, all this derision Save, that, in love unto Demetrius,

Shall seem a dicam, and fruitless vision : I told him of your stealth unto this wood: And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him. With league, whose date till death shall never But he bath chid me hence; and threaten'd


Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too : I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy ;
And now, so you will let me quiet go

And then I will her charmed eye release
To Athens will I bear my folly back,

From monster's view, and all things shall be And follow you no further : Let me go :

peace. You see how simple and bow fond f I am. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with Her. Why, get you gone : Who is't that hin.

baste ; ders you ?

For nights's swift dragons cut the clouds full Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here be.

fast, hind 3

And yonder 'suines Aurora's harbinger ; Her. What, with Lysander ?

At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and Hel. With Demetrius.

there, Lys. Be not afraid ; she shall not barm ther, Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all, Helena.

That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Dem. No, Sir ; she shall not, though you take Already to their wormy beds are gone ; her part.

For fear lest day should look their shames Hel. Oh! when she's angry, she is keen and

upon, shrewd:

They wilfully themselves exi'e from light, She was a vixen, when she went to school ; And must for aye copsort with black-brow'd And, though she be but little, she is tierce.

night. Her. Little again ? nothing but low and

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort : little

[ with the Morning's Love ģ bave oft made Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ?

sport; Let me come to her.

And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf;

Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, You minimus, of bind'ring knot-grass § made ; Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, You bead, you acorn.

Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. Dem. You are too omicious

But, notwithstanding, baste ; make no delay : In her behalf that scorns your services.

We may effect this business yet ere day. Let her alone ; speak not of Helena;

(Exit OBERON. Take not her part: for if thou dost intend l

Puck. Up and down, up and down; Never so little show of love to her,

I will lead them up and down : Thou shalt aby it.

I am fear'd in field and town;
Lys. Now she holds me not ;

Goblin, lead them up and dowo.
Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Here comes one.
Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.
Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by

(Exeunt Lys. and Dem.

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak

thull tow. • A worin that preys on buds of flowers. Shrewish or mischicsous.

i Foolish. Anciently knot-grass was believed to present the • Hlapren. + Medicinal efficacy.

1 Ge. groth of cbildren.

rora. Pretend.

Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora,

Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where

When thon wak'st, art thou?

Thou tak'st Lys. I will be with thee straight.

True delight Puck. Follow me tben

In the sight To plainer ground.

of thy former lady's eye : [Exit Lys. as following the voice.

And the country proverb known,

That every man should take his owl, Enter DEMETRIUS.

In your waking shall be shown: Dem. Lysander! speak again.

Jack shall have Jill;

Naught shall go ill; Thou runaway, thou coward, art thon fled ? Speak. In soine bush? Where dost thou hide The man shall bave bis mare again, and all shall thy head?

be well. Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the

(Exit PucK.-DEM. HEL. &c. sleep. stars, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come ? Come, recreant ; come, thou child;

ACT IV. I'll whip thee with a rod : He is defild,

SCENE I.-The same. That draws a sword on thee. Dem. Yea; art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice ; we'll try no manhood Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, Fairies, at.

tending ; OBERON behind unseen. here.


Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this towery Re-enter LYSANDER.

bed, Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,

And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, on ; When I come where he calls, then he is gone.

And kiss thy fair iarge ears, my gentle joy. The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1:

Bot. Where's Peas-blossom? I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly ;

Peas. Ready. That fallen am I in dark uneven way,

Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. Where's And bere will rest me. Come, tbou gentle day! monsieur Cobweb?

(Lies down.

Cob. Ready. For if but once thou show me thy gray light,

Bot Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.

your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red. [Sleeps. hipped humble bee on the top of a thistle; and,

good monsieur, bring me the honey-bay. Do not Re-enter Puck and DEUETRIUS.

fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur ; Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho ! Coward, why com’st and, good monsieur, have a care the boney-bag thou not?

break not; I would be loath to have you overDem. Abide me, if thou dar'st : for well I down with a honey-bag, signior.-Where's monwot,

sieur Mustard-seed ? Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place;

Must. Ready. And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Bot. Give me your neif, t monsieur Mustard. Where art thou ?

seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monPuck. Come bither; I am here.

sieur. Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt Must. What's your will ? buy this dear,

Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help If ever I thy face by day-light see :

cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me barber's, monsieur ; for, methiuks, I am marTo measure out my length on this cold bed.-- vellous hairy about the face: and I am such a By day's approach look to be visited.

tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must (Lies down and sleeps. scratch.

Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my Enter HELENA.

sweet love ? Hel. O weary night, o long and tedious night,

Bof. I have a reasonable good ear in music : Abate thy hours : shine comforts, from the let us have the tongs and the bones. east;

Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st That I may back to Athens, by day-light,

to eat. From these that my poor company detest :

Bot. Truly a peck of provender; I could munch And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's your good dry oats. Methinks, 1 bave a great eye,

desire to a bottle of bay : good bay, sweet bay, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

hath no fellow.

(Sleeps. Tita. I bave a venturous fairy that shall seek Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more :

The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. Two of hoth kinds makes up four.

Bot. I had rather bave a bandful, or two, of Here she comes, curst and sad :

dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your Cupid is a knavísb lad,

people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep Thua to make poor females mad.

come upon me.

Tita. Sleep thou and I will wind thee in my Enter HERMIA.

arms. Her. Never so weary, never so in woe : Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. Bedabhled with the dew, and toru with So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle briers,

Gently entwist,--the female ivy so
I can no further crawl, no further go ;

Enrings the barky fingers of the elm
My legs can keep no pace with my desires. O how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
Here will I rest me, till the break of day.1

[They sleep. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!

(Lies down. OBERON advances. Enter Puck. Puck. On the ground

Obe. Welcome, good Robin. Sec'st thou this Sleep sound :

sweet sight?
l'll apply

Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
To your eye,

For meeting ner of late behind the wood,
Gentle lover remedy.

Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
[Squeezing the juice on

• Stroke.

+ Fict.

start up:

I did upbraid her, and fall out with her :

The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan For she his hairy temples then had rounded

kind, With coronet of fresh and fragrant Powers; So few'd, so sanded ; and their heads are And that same dew, which sometime on the

hung buds

With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian Stood now within the pretty flourets' eyes,

pulls; Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,

bells, And she, in mild terms, begg's my patience, Each under each. A cry more tuneable I then did ask of her her changeling child ; Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Which straight she gave me, and ber fairy sent In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : To bear him to my bower in fairy land.

Judge, when you hear.--But, soit ; what nympbs And now I have the boy, I will undo

are these ? This hateful imperfection of her eyes.

Ege. My lord, this is my daughter bere And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp

asleep : From off the head of this Athenian swain ; And this, Lysander : this Demetrius is ; That he awaking when the other do,

This Helena, old Nedar's Helena : May all to Athens back again repair ;

I wonder of their being bere together. And think no more of this night's accidents, The. No doubt, they rose up early to observe But as the fierce vexation of a dream.

The rite of May ; aud, hearing our intent, But first I will release the fairy queen.

Caine here in grace of our solempity.Be, as thou wast wont to be ;

But, speak, Egeus ; is not this the day (Touching her eyes with an herb. That Hermia should give answer of her choice? See, as thou wast wont to see :

Ege. It is, my lord. Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Hath such force and blessed power.

their horns. Now, my Titania; wake youi, my sweet queen.

Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LY. Tita. My Oberon ! what visions have I seen! Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

SANDER, HERMIA, and HELENA, uake and Obe. There lies your love. Tita. How came these things to pass ?

The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine Ob ! how mine eyes do loath his visage now !

is past; Obe. Silence, a while.-Robin, take off this Begin these wood-birds but to couple now ? head.

Lys. Pardon, my lord. Titania, music call; and strike more dead

(He and the rest kneel to Theseus. Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. The. I pray you all, stand up. Tita. Music, hol music; such as charmeth I know you are two rival enemies; sleep.

How comes this gentle concord in the world, Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own That hatred is so far from jealousy, fool's eyes peep.

To sleep by hate and fear no enmity ? Obe. Sound, music. (Still Music.] Come, my Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, queen, take bands with me,

Half 'sleep, balf waking : But as yet, I swear, And rock the ground whereon those sleepers I cannot truly say how I came here : be.

But, as I think, for truly would is speak, — Now thou and I are new ip amity ;

bethink me, so it And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, I came with Hermia hither : our intent Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might And bless it to all fair posterity :

be There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Without the peril of the Athenian law. Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark;

enough :
I do hear the morning lark.

I beg the law, the law upon his head.-
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, They would bave stoi'n away, they would,
Trip we after the night's shade :

We the globe can compass soon,

Thereby to have defeated you and me :
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

You, of your wife ; and me, of my consent;
Tita. Come, my lord ; and in our flight, of my consent that she should be your wife.
Tell me how it came this night,

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their
That I sleeping here was found,

With these mortals, on the ground. Of this their purpose hither to this wood;

(Ereunt. And I in fury hither follow'd them ;
(Horns sound within. Fair Helena in fancy + following me.

But, my good lord, I wot not by wbat power, Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and (Buí by some power it is,) my love to Hermia train.

Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;- As the remembrance of an idle gawd, 1 For now our observation is perform'd:

Which in my childhood I did dote upon : And since we have the vaward of the day, And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, My love shall bear the music of my hounds.- The object, and the pleasure of mine eye Uncouple in the western valley; go :

Is only Helena. To ber, my lord,
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.--

Was i betroth'd ere I saw Hermia :
We will, fair qucen, up to the mountain's top, But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :
And mark the musical confusion

But, as in health, come to my natural taste, Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Now do I wish it, love it, long for it, Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, and will for evermere be true to it. once,

The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: When in a wood of Crete they hay'd the bear

of tbis discourse we more will hear anon.With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Egeus, I will overbear your will; Such gallant chiding ; + for, besides the groves, For in the temple, by and by with us, The skies, the fountains, every region near These couples shall eternally be knit. Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard And, for the morning now is something worn, So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

• The Aews are the large chape of a bound. • Forepart.

+ Sound.
† Love.


him ;

Our purpos'd hunting shall he set aside.

Enter BOTTOM. Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,

Bot. Where are these lads? where are these We'll hold a feast in great solennity.

hearts ? Come, Hyppolyta.

Quin. Bottom! 0 most courageous day! 0 (Exeunt The. Hip. Ege. and train. 'most bappy hour! Der. These things seem small, and undis

Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders : but tinguishable,

ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I ain no true Like far-ot mountains turned into clonds.

Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it Her. Methiuks, I see these things with part. fell out. ed eye,

Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. When every thin seems double.

Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell H 1. So methinks :

yon, is, that the duke hath dined: Get your And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,

apparel together; good strings to your beards, Milie owil, and not mine own.

Dew ribbons to your pumps; mett presently Dem. It seems to me,

at the palace ; every mian look o'er his part; That yet we sleep, we dream.--Do not you for, the short and the loug is, our play is prethink,

ferred. In any case, let Thisby bave clean The duke was here, and bid us follow him !

linen; and let not bim, that plays the lion, pare Her. Yea; and my father.

bis nails, for they shall hang out of the Jion's Hel. And Hippolyta.

claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions, Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. nor garlick, 'for we are to utter sweet breath Dem. Why then, we are awake : let's follow and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is

a sweet comedy. No more words : away i go, And, by the way, let us recount our dreams.


(Exeunt. (Eseunt. As they go out, Botros auakes. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I

ACT V. will answer :-my text is, Must sair Pyramus. --Hey, ho!-Peter Quince ! Flute, the bellows SCENE 1.-The same.-A Room in the Apart. mend r! Snout, the tiuker! Starveling! God's

ment of THESEUS. my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have bad a most rare vision. I have had a

Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, dream,- Past the wit of man to say wbat dream

Lords, and Altendants. it was: Man is but an ass, if he go abolit to Hip. 'Tis strange, mny Theseus, that these expound this dreamı. Methought I was there

lovers speak of. is no man can tell what. Methought I was, The. More strange than true. I never may and methought I bad,-But man is but a

believe patched fool, if he will offer to say what me. These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. thought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, Lovers, and madnien, bave such seething brains, the ear of man bath not seen ; man's band is Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor More than cool reason comprehends. his heart to report, what my dream was. I The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this are of imagination all compact : dream : It shall be called Bottom's Dream, One sees miore devils than vast bell can hold; because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it bat is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, in the latter end of a play, before the duke ; | Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: Peradventure to make it the more gracious, The poet's eye, in a tine frenzy rolling, I shall sing it at her deaih.

(Exit. Doth glance from heaven to earth, froin eartb to

heaven ; SCENE II.-Athens.-4. Room in Quince's The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen,

And, as imagination bodies forth

Turus them to shapes, and gives to airy Bointer QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVE


A local habitation and a name.

Such tricks bath strong imagination ;
Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is be That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
come home yet?

It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Star. He cannot be beard of. Out of doubt, Or, in the night, imagining some fear, be is transported.

How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear ? Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred ; Hip. But all the story of the night told over, It goes not forward, doth it?

And all their minds transtiyar'd so together, Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man More witnesseth than fancy's images. in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but And grows to something of great constancy; t be,

But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. Flu. No ; he hath simply the best wit of any bandycraft man in Athens.

Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, und Quin. Yea, and the best person too : and he

HELENA. is a very paramour, for a sweet voice. Flu. You must say, paragon : a paramour is,

The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and

mirth. God bless us, a thing of nougbt.

Joy, gentle frievids ! joy, and fresh days of love, Enter SNUG.

Accompany your hearts !

Lys. More than to us Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the Wait on your royal walks, your board, your temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies

bed! more married: if our spurt had gone forward, The. Coine now ; what mashs, what dances we had all beell made men.

shall we have, Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he to wear away this long age of three hours, Jost sixpence a day during his life ; he could Between our after-supper and bed time? not have 'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke Where is our aspal manager of mirth? had not given him sixpence a day for playing what revels are in baud ? Is there no play, Pyramus, I'll be banged; he would have de served it : sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or no.

• Are made of mere imaginawon. thing

+ Stability.

To ease the anguish of a torturing hours I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Call Pbilostratc.

Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Philost. Here, mighty Theseus,

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, The. Say, what abridgment* have you for this lu least, speak most, to my capacity. evening?

Enter PHILOSTRATE. What mask? what music? How shall we beguile ?

Philost. So please your grace the prologue is The lazy time, if not with some delight?

addrest. Philost. There is a brief, + bow many sports The. Let him approacii. are ripe ;

(Flourish of Trumpets. Make choice of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper.

Enter PROLOGUE. The. (Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, Prol. If we ofend, it is with our good to be sung,

will, By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.

That you should think, we come not to of. We'll none of that : that have I told my love,

fend, in glory of my kinsman Hercules.

But with good will. To show our simple The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,

skill, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. That is the true beginning of our end. That is an old device ; and it was play'd Consider then, we come but in despite, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. We do not come as minding to content you, The thrice three Muses mourning for the Our true intent is. All for your delight, death

We are not here. That you should here Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.

repent you, That is some satire, keen, and critical,

The actors are at hand ; and, by their shou, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

You shall know all, thut you are like to A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,

know. And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth. The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief' ?

Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. colt, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my How shall we find the concord of this discord ? lord : It is not enough to speak, but to speak Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten true. words long;

Hip. Indeed he bath played on this prologie, Which is as brief as I have known a play ; like a child on a recorder ; t a sound, but not But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; in governinent. Which makes it tedious : for in all the play The. His speech was like a tangled chaiu ; There is not one word apt, one player fitted. nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is And tragical, my noble lord, it is ;

next? For Pyrainus therein doth kill himself. Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,

Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, WALL, MoonMade mine eyes water ; but more merry tears SHINE, and LION, as in dumb show. The passion of loud laughter Dever shed.

Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at The. What are they, that do play it ?

this sbow ; Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in “But wonder on, till truth make all things Athens here,

plain. Which never laboured in their minds till now; “ This man is Pyramus, if you would know ; And now have toil'd their unbreath'd t me. “This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. mories

“ Tbis man, with lime and rough-cast, doth pre. With this same play, against your nuptial.

sent The. And we will hear it.

" Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers Philost. No, my noble lord,

suuder; It is not for you : I have heard it over,

“And through wall's chink, poor souls they are And it is nothing, nothing in the world ;

content Unless you can find sport in their intents,

To whisper ; at the which let no man won. Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,

der. To do you service.

" This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of The. I will hear that play ;

thorn, For never any thing can be amiss,

“Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will When simpleness and duty tender it.

know, Go, bring uiem in ;-and take your places, “ By moonshine did these lovers think no scoru ladies.

[Exit PHILOSTRATB. To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd,

This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, 1 And duty in bis service perishing.

“ The trusty Thisby, coming first by nigbt, The. Wby, gentle sweet, you shall see no “ Did scare away, or rather did affright : such thing.

“ And, as she fed, her mantle she did fall; Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this “ Which lion vile with bloody mouth did kind.

stain: The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for “ Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, nothing.

" And finds his trusty Tbisby's mantle slain : Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : " Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful And what poor duty cannot do,

blade, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. " He bravely broach'd his builing bloody Where I have come, great clerks have purposed

breast; To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; “ And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry sbade Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, His dagger drew, and died. For all the Make periods in the midst of sentences,

rest, Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, Let lion, moonsbine, wall, and lovers twain, And, in conclusion, dumbly bave broke off, At large discourse, while here they do reNot paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet,

main." Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome ;

(Exeunt PROLOGUE, THISBE, LION, and And in the modesty or fearful duty


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