A Midsommer nights Dreame.For you in my respect are
nllall the world.
[585]
Then how can it be said I am alone,When all the world is heere to looke on me?Dem.Ile run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,And leaue thee to the mercy of wilde beasts.Hel.The wildest hath not such a heart as you;
[590]
Runne when you will, the story shall be chang'd:Apollo flies, and
Daphne holds the chase;
The Doue pursues the Griffin, the milde HindeMakes speed to catch the Tyger. Bootlesse speede,When cowardise pursues, and valour flies.Demet.
[595]
I will not stay thy questions, let me go;Or if thou follow me, doe not beleeue,But I shall doe thee mischiefe in the wood.Hel.I, in the Temple, in the Towne, and FieldYou doe me mischiefe. Fye
Demetrius,
[600]
Your wrongs doe set a scandall on my sexe:We cannot fight for loue, as men may doe;We should be woo'd, and were not made to wooe.I follow thee, and make a heauen of hell,To die vpon the hand I loue so well.Exit.Ob.
[605]
Fare thee well Nymph, ere he do leaue this groue,Thou shalt flie him, and he shall seeke thy loue.Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer.Enter Pucke.Puck.I, there it is.Ob.I pray thee giue it me.
[610]
I know a banke where the wilde time blowes,Where Oxslips and the nodding Violet growes,Quite ouer‑cannoped with luscious woodbine,With sweet muske roses, and with Eglantine;There sleepes
Tytania, sometime of the night,
[615]
Lul'd in these flowers, with dances and delight:And there the snake throwes her enammel'd skinne,Weed wide enough to rap a Fairy in.And with the iuyce of this Ile streake her eyes,And make her full of hatefull fantasies.
[620]
Take thou some of it, and seek through this groue;A sweet
Athenian Lady is in loue
With a disdainefull youth: annoint his eyes,But doe it when the next thing he espies,May be the Lady. Thou shalt know the man,
[625]
By the
Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may proueMore fond on her, then she vpon her loue;And looke thou meet me ere the first Cocke crow.Pu.Feare not my Lord, your seruant shall do so.Exit.
[Act 2, Scene 2]
Enter Queene of Fairies, with her traine.Queen.
[630]
Come, now a Roundell, and a Fairy song;Then for the third part of a minute hence,Some to kill Cankers in the muske rose buds,Some warre with Reremise, for their leathern wings,To make my small Elues coates, and some keepe backe
[635]
The clamorous Owle that nightly hoots and wondersAt our queint spirits: Sing me now asleepe,Then to your offices, and let me rest.Fairies Sing.You spotted Snakes with double tongue,Thorny Hedgehogges be not seene,
[640]
Newts and blinde wormes do no wrong,Come not neere our Fairy Queene.Philomele with melodie,
Sing in your sweet Lullaby.Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby,
[645]
Neuer harme, nor spell, nor charme,Come our louely Lady nye,So good night with Lullaby.2. Fairy.Weauing Spiders come not heere,Hence you long leg'd Spinners, hence:
[650]
Beetles blacke approach not neere;Worme nor Snayle doe no offence.Philomele with melody, &c.1. Fairy.Hence away, now all is well;One aloofe, stand Centinell.Shee sleepes.Enter Oberon.Ober.
[655]
What thou seest when thou dost wake,Doe it for thy true Loue take:Loue and languish for his sake.Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare,Pard, or Boare with bristled haire,
[660]
In thy eye that shall appeare,When thou wak'st, it is thy deare,Wake when some vile thing is neere.Enter Lisander and
Hermia.
Lis.Faire loue, you faint with wandring in y
e woods,
And to speake troth I haue forgot our way:
[665]
Wee'll rest vs
Hermia, if you thinke it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.Her.Be it so
Lysander; finde you out a bed,
For I vpon this banke will rest my head.Lys.One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both,
[670]
One heart, one bed, two bosomes, and one troth.Her.Nay good
Lysander, for my sake my deere
Lie further off yet, doe not lie so neere.Lys.O take the sence sweet, of my innocence,Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference,
[675]
I meane that my heart vnto yours is knit,So that but one heart can you make of it.Two bosomes interchanged with an oath,So then two bosomes, and a single troth.Then by your side, no bed‑roome me deny,
[680]
For lying so,
Hermia, I doe not lye.
Her.Lysander riddles very prettily;
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,If
Hermia meant to say,
Lysander lied.
But gentle friend, for loue and courtesie
[685]
Lie further off, in humane modesty,Such separation, as may well be said,Becomes a vertuous batchelour, and a maide,So farre be distant, and good night sweet friend;Thy loue nere alter, till thy sweet life end.Lys.
[690]
Amen, amen, to that faire prayer, say I,And then end life, when I end loyalty:Heere is my bed, sleepe giue thee all his rest.Her.With halfe that wish, the wishers eyes be prest.Enter Pucke.They sleepe.Puck.Through the Forest haue I gone,
[695]
But
Athenian finde I none,
One whose eyes I might approueThis flowers force in stirring loue.Night and silence: who is heere?Weedes of
Athens he doth weare:
[700]
This is he (my master said)Despised the
Athenian maide:
And heere the maiden sleeping sound,On
[Act 2, Scene 2]
Enter Queene of Fairies, with her traine.Queen.
[630]
Come, now a Roundell, and a Fairy song;Then for the third part of a minute hence,Some to kill Cankers in the muske rose buds,Some warre with Reremise, for their leathern wings,To make my small Elues coates, and some keepe backe
[635]
The clamorous Owle that nightly hoots and wondersAt our queint spirits: Sing me now asleepe,Then to your offices, and let me rest.Fairies Sing.You spotted Snakes with double tongue,Thorny Hedgehogges be not seene,
[640]
Newts and blinde wormes do no wrong,Come not neere our Fairy Queene.Philomele with melodie,Sing in your sweet Lullaby.Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby,
[645]
Neuer harme, nor spell, nor charme,Come our louely Lady nye,So good night with Lullaby.2. Fairy.Weauing Spiders come not heere,Hence you long leg'd Spinners, hence:
[650]
Beetles blacke approach not neere;Worme nor Snayle doe no offence.Philomele with melody, &c.1. Fairy.Hence away, now all is well;One aloofe, stand Centinell.Shee sleepes.Enter Oberon.Ober.
[655]
What thou seest when thou dost wake,Doe it for thy true Loue take:Loue and languish for his sake.Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare,Pard, or Boare with bristled haire,
[660]
In thy eye that shall appeare,When thou wak'st, it is thy deare,Wake when some vile thing is neere.Enter Lisander and
Hermia.
Lis.Faire loue, you faint with wandring in y
e woods,
And to speake troth I haue forgot our way:
[665]
Wee'll rest vs
Hermia, if you thinke it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.Her.Be it so
Lysander; finde you out a bed,
For I vpon this banke will rest my head.Lys.One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both,
[670]
One heart, one bed, two bosomes, and one troth.Her.Nay good
Lysander, for my sake my deere
Lie further off yet, doe not lie so neere.Lys.O take the sence sweet, of my innocence,Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference,
[675]
I meane that my heart vnto yours is knit,So that but one heart can you make of it.Two bosomes interchanged with an oath,So then two bosomes, and a single troth.Then by your side, no bed‑roome me deny,
[680]
For lying so,
Hermia, I doe not lye.
Her.Lysander riddles very prettily;
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,If
Hermia meant to say,
Lysander lied.
But gentle friend, for loue and courtesie
[685]
Lie further off, in humane modesty,Such separation, as may well be said,Becomes a vertuous batchelour, and a maide,So farre be distant, and good night sweet friend;Thy loue nere alter, till thy sweet life end.Lys.
[690]
Amen, amen, to that faire prayer, say I,And then end life, when I end loyalty:Heere is my bed, sleepe giue thee all his rest.Her.With halfe that wish, the wishers eyes be prest.Enter Pucke.They sleepe.Puck.Through the Forest haue I gone,
[695]
But
Athenian finde I none,
One whose eyes I might approueThis flowers force in stirring loue.Night and silence: who is heere?Weedes of
Athens he doth weare:
[700]
This is he (my master said)Despised the
Athenian maide:
And heere the maiden sleeping sound,On the danke and durty ground.Pretty soule, she durst not lye
[705]
Neere this lacke‑loue, this kill‑curtesie.Churle, vpon thy eyes I throwAll the power this charme doth owe:When thou wak'st, let loue forbidSleepe his seate on thy eye‑lid.
[710]
So awake when I am gone:For I must now to
Oberon.
Exit.Enter Demetrius and Helena running.Hel.Stay, though thou kill me, sweete
Demetrius.
De.I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus.Hel.O wilt thou darkling leaue me? do not so.De.
[715]
Stay on thy perill, I alone will goe.Exit Demetrius.Hel.O I am out of breath, in this fond chace,The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace,Happy is
Hermia, wheresoere she lies;
For she hath blessed and attractiue eyes.
[720]
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt teares.If so, my eyes are oftner washt then hers.No, no, I am as vgly as a Beare;For beasts that meete me, runne away for feare,Therefore no maruaile, though
Demetrius
[725]
Doe as a monster, flie my presence thus.What wicked and dissembling glasse of mine,Made me compare with
Hermias sphery eyne?
But who is here?
Lysander on the ground;
Deade or asleepe? I see no bloud, no wound,
[730]
Lysander, if you liue, good sir awake.
Lys.And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.Transparent
Helena, nature her shewes art,
That through thy bosome makes me see thy heart.Where is
Demetrius? oh how fit a word
[735]
Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!Hel.Do not say so
Lysander, say not so:
What though he loue your
Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet
Hermia still loues you; then be content.
Lys.Content with
Hermia? No, I do repent
[740]
The tedious minutes I with her haue spent.Not
Hermia, but
Helena now I loue;
Who will not change a Rauen for a Doue?The will of man is by his reason sway'd:And reason saies you are the worthier Maide.
[745]
Things growing are not ripe vntill their season;So I being yong, till now ripe not to reason,And touching now the point of humane skill,Reason becomes the Marshall to my will,And leades me to your eyes, where I orelooke
[750]
Loues stories, written in Loues richest booke.Hel.Wherefore was I to this keene mockery borne?When at your hands did I deserue this scorne?Ist not enough, ist not enough, yong man,That I did neuer, no nor neuer can,
[755]
Deserue a sweete looke from
Demetrius eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?Good troth you do me wrong (good‑sooth you do)In such disdainfull manner, me to wooe.But fare you well; perforce I must confesse,
[760]
I thought you Lord of more true gentlenesse.Oh, that a Lady of one man refus'd,Should of another therefore be abus'd.Exit.Lys.She sees not
Hermia:
Hermia sleepe thou there,
And neuer maist thou come
Lysander neere;
[765]
For as a surfeit of the sweetest thingsThe deepest loathing to the stomacke brings:Or as the heresies that men do leaue,Are hated most of those that did deceiue:So thou, my surfeit, and my heresie,
[770]
Of all be hated; but the most of me;And all my powers addresse your loue and might,To honour
Helen, and to be her Knight.
Exit.Her.Helpe me
Lysander, helpe me; do thy best
To plucke this crawling serpent from my brest.
[775]
Aye me, for pitty; what a dreame was here?Lysander looke, how I do quake with feare:
Me‑thought a serpent eate my heart away,And yet sat smiling at his cruell prey.Lysander, what remoou'd?
Lysander, Lord,
[780]
What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?Alacke where are you? speake and if you heare:Speake of all loues; I sound almost with feare.No, then I well perceiue you are not nye,Either death or you Ile finde immediately.Exit.
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<l n="635">The clamorous Owle that nightly hoots and wonders</l>
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<l n="655">What thou seest when thou dost wake,</l>
<l n="656">Doe it for thy true Loue take:</l>
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<l n="658">Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare,</l>
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<l n="669">One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both,</l>
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<l n="671">Nay good<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>, for my sake my deere</l>
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<sp who="#F-mnd-lys">
<speaker rend="italic">Lys.</speaker>
<l n="673">O take the sence sweet, of my innocence,</l>
<l n="674">Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference,</l>
<l n="675">I meane that my heart vnto yours is knit,</l>
<l n="676">So that but one heart can you make of it.</l>
<l n="677">Two bosomes interchanged with an oath,</l>
<l n="678">So then two bosomes, and a single troth.</l>
<l n="679">Then by your side, no bed‑roome me deny,</l>
<l n="680">For lying so,<hi rend="italic">Hermia</hi>, I doe not lye.</l>
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<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>riddles very prettily;</l>
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<l n="685">Lie further off, in humane modesty,</l>
<l n="686">Such separation, as may well be said,</l>
<l n="687">Becomes a vertuous batchelour, and a maide,</l>
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<l n="690">Amen, amen, to that faire prayer, say I,</l>
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<l n="693">With halfe that wish, the wishers eyes be prest.</l>
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<l n="694">Through the Forest haue I gone,</l>
<l n="695">But<hi rend="italic">Athenian</hi>finde I none,</l>
<l n="696">One whose eyes I might approue</l>
<l n="697">This flowers force in stirring loue.</l>
<l n="698">Night and silence: who is heere?</l>
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<l n="706">Churle, vpon thy eyes I throw</l>
<l n="707">All the power this charme doth owe:</l>
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<l n="709">Sleepe his seate on thy eye‑lid.</l>
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<sp who="#F-mnd-hel">
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<sp who="#F-mnd-dem">
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<l n="713">I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus.</l>
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<l n="714">O wilt thou darkling leaue me? do not so.</l>
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<sp who="#F-mnd-dem">
<speaker rend="italic">De.</speaker>
<l n="715">Stay on thy perill, I alone will goe.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Demetrius.</stage>
<sp who="#F-mnd-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="716">O I am out of breath, in this fond chace,</l>
<l n="717">The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace,</l>
<l n="718">Happy is<hi rend="italic">Hermia</hi>, wheresoere she lies;</l>
<l n="719">For she hath blessed and attractiue eyes.</l>
<l n="720">How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt teares.</l>
<l n="721">If so, my eyes are oftner washt then hers.</l>
<l n="722">No, no, I am as vgly as a Beare;</l>
<l n="723">For beasts that meete me, runne away for feare,</l>
<l n="724">Therefore no maruaile, though<hi rend="italic">Demetrius</hi>
</l>
<l n="725">Doe as a monster, flie my presence thus.</l>
<l n="726">What wicked and dissembling glasse of mine,</l>
<l n="727">Made me compare with<hi rend="italic">Hermias</hi>sphery eyne?</l>
<l n="728">But who is here?<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>on the ground;</l>
<l n="729">Deade or asleepe? I see no bloud, no wound,</l>
<l n="730">
<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>, if you liue, good sir awake.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mnd-lys">
<speaker rend="italic">Lys.</speaker>
<l n="731">And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.</l>
<l n="732">Transparent<hi rend="italic">Helena</hi>, nature her shewes art,</l>
<l n="733">That through thy bosome makes me see thy heart.</l>
<l n="734">Where is<hi rend="italic">Demetrius</hi>? oh how fit a word</l>
<l n="735">Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mnd-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="736">Do not say so<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>, say not so:</l>
<l n="737">What though he loue your<hi rend="italic">Hermia</hi>? Lord, what though?</l>
<l n="738">Yet<hi rend="italic">Hermia</hi>still loues you; then be content.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mnd-lys">
<speaker rend="italic">Lys.</speaker>
<l n="739">Content with<hi rend="italic">Hermia</hi>? No, I do repent</l>
<l n="740">The tedious minutes I with her haue spent.</l>
<l n="741">Not<hi rend="italic">Hermia</hi>, but<hi rend="italic">Helena</hi>now I loue;</l>
<l n="742">Who will not change a Rauen for a Doue?</l>
<l n="743">The will of man is by his reason sway'd:</l>
<l n="744">And reason saies you are the worthier Maide.</l>
<l n="745">Things growing are not ripe vntill their season;</l>
<l n="746">So I being yong, till now ripe not to reason,</l>
<l n="747">And touching now the point of humane skill,</l>
<l n="748">Reason becomes the Marshall to my will,</l>
<l n="749">And leades me to your eyes, where I orelooke</l>
<l n="750">Loues stories, written in Loues richest booke.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-mnd-hel">
<speaker rend="italic">Hel.</speaker>
<l n="751">Wherefore was I to this keene mockery borne?</l>
<l n="752">When at your hands did I deserue this scorne?</l>
<l n="753">Ist not enough, ist not enough, yong man,</l>
<l n="754">That I did neuer, no nor neuer can,</l>
<l n="755">Deserue a sweete looke from<hi rend="italic">Demetrius</hi>eye,</l>
<l n="756">But you must flout my insufficiency?</l>
<l n="757">Good troth you do me wrong (good‑sooth you do)</l>
<l n="758">In such disdainfull manner, me to wooe.</l>
<l n="759">But fare you well; perforce I must confesse,</l>
<l n="760">I thought you Lord of more true gentlenesse.</l>
<l n="761">Oh, that a Lady of one man refus'd,</l>
<l n="762">Should of another therefore be abus'd.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-mnd-lys">
<speaker rend="italic">Lys.</speaker>
<l n="763">She sees not<hi rend="italic">Hermia</hi>:<hi rend="italic">Hermia</hi>sleepe thou there,</l>
<l n="764">And neuer maist thou come<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>neere;</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="765">For as a surfeit of the sweetest things</l>
<l n="766">The deepest loathing to the stomacke brings:</l>
<l n="767">Or as the heresies that men do leaue,</l>
<l n="768">Are hated most of those that did deceiue:</l>
<l n="769">So thou, my surfeit, and my heresie,</l>
<l n="770">Of all be hated; but the most of me;</l>
<l n="771">And all my powers addresse your loue and might,</l>
<l n="772">To honour<hi rend="italic">Helen</hi>, and to be her Knight.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-mnd-her">
<speaker rend="italic">Her.</speaker>
<l n="773">Helpe me<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>, helpe me; do thy best</l>
<l n="774">To plucke this crawling serpent from my brest.</l>
<l n="775">Aye me, for pitty; what a dreame was here?</l>
<l n="776">
<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>looke, how I do quake with feare:</l>
<l n="777">Me‑thought a serpent eate my heart away,</l>
<l n="778">And yet sat smiling at his cruell prey.</l>
<l n="779">
<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>, what remoou'd?<hi rend="italic">Lysander</hi>, Lord,</l>
<l n="780">What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?</l>
<l n="781">Alacke where are you? speake and if you heare:</l>
<l n="782">Speake of all loues; I sound almost with feare.</l>
<l n="783">No, then I well perceiue you are not nye,</l>
<l n="784">Either death or you Ile finde immediately.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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