Queen. Thou art as wife as thou art beautiful. Bot. Not fo neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of The fummer still doth tend upon my state, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, 1 Fai. Ready. 2 Fai. And I. 3 Fai. And I. SCENE III. Enter four fairies. 4 Fai. And I, where fhall we go? Queen. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman. 2 Fai. Hail! 3 Fai. Hail! VOL. I. Bot. Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily; I befeech, your worship's name. Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I fhall defire of you more acquaintance, good mafter Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I fhall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman? Peafe. Peafebloom. Bot. I pray you, commend me to miftrefs Squash your mother, and to mafter Peafecod your father. Good mafter Peafebloffom, I shall defire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, fir? Muf. Mustardfeed. Bot. Good mafter Mustardfeed, I know your parentage well: that fame cowardly, giant-like, ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I defire more of your acquaintance, good master Mustardfeed. Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower. And when she weeps, weeps ev'ry little flower Lamenting fome enforced chastity. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt. Ob. I SCENE IV. Enter king of fairies folus. Wonder if Titania be awak'd: Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which the muft dote on in extremity. Enter Puck. Here comes my meffenger: how now, mad sprite! Puck. Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. And forth my mimick comes: when they him spy, And at our stamp here o'er and o'er one falls; Their fense thus weak, loft with their fears thus ftrong, Some fleeves, fome hats; from yielders all things catch. And left sweet Pyramus tranflated there: That, when he wakes, of force she must be ey’d. Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Ob. Stand clofe; this is the fame Athenian. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep, The fun was not fo true unto the day, As he to me. Would he have ftol'n away Dem. So fhould the murther'd look, and so should I, Yet As yonder Venus in her glimm'ring fphere. Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Dem. I'ad rather give his carcafs to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'ft me past the bounds O, once tell true, and even for my fake; Dem. Dem. You spend your paffion on a mispris'd mood; I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood, Nor is he dead for ought that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well. And from thy hated prefence part I fo: See me no more, whether he's dead or no. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein; Here therefore for a while I will remain : So forrow's heavinefs doth heavier grow For debt, that bankrupt fleep doth sorrow owe, SCENE VI. [Exit. [Lyes down. Ob. What haft thou done? thou haft mistaken quite, And lay'd thy love-juice on fome true love's fight: Of thy mifprifion muft, perforce, enfue Some true love turn'd falfe, not a falfe turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; for one man holding troth A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Ob. About the wood go fwifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens see thou find. All fancy-fick fhe is, and pale of cheer, With fighs of love that coft the fresh blood dear; [Exit. [Anoints Demetrius's eyes. As |