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James Boswell [1821], The plays and poems of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators: comprehending A Life of the Poet, and an enlarged history of the stage, by the late Edmond Malone. With a new glossarial index (J. Deighton and Sons, Cambridge) [word count] [S10201].
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ACT II. SCENE I. A Wood near Athens. Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another.

Puck.
How now, spirit! whither wander you?

Fai.
  Over hill, over dale2 note


,
    Thorough* note bush, thorough* note briar,
  Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire,
  I do wander every where,
  Swifter than the moones sphere3 note




;

-- 200 --


  And I serve the fairy queen,
  To dew her orbs upon the green4 note




:
  The cowslips tall her pensioners be5 note







;
  In their gold coats spots you see6 note



;

-- 201 --


  Those be rubies, fairy favours,
  In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear7 note


.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits8 note



, I'll be gone;
Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

Puck.
The king doth keep his revels here tonight;
Take heed, the queen come not within his sight.
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

-- 202 --


Because that she, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;
She never had so sweet a changeling9 note



:
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild1 note


:
But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy:
And now they never meet in grove, or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen2 note





,
But they do square3 note






; that all their elves, for fear,

-- 203 --


Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.

Fai.
Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,
Call'd Robin Good-fellow4 note

: are you not he,
That fright5 note the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn6 note
















;

-- 204 --


And sometime make the drink to bear no barm7 note
;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?

-- 205 --


Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work8 note
















































, and they shall have good luck:

-- 206 --


Are not you he?

Puck.
Thou speak'st aright9 note


;

-- 207 --


I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab1 note







;

-- 208 --


And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt2 note

, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And tailor cries3 note, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe4 note
;
And waxen5 note




in their mirth, and neeze, and swear

-- 209 --


A merrier hour was never wasted there.—
But room, Faery6 note, here comes Oberon.

Fai.
And here my mistress:—'Would that he were gone!
SCENE II. Enter Oberon7 note, at one door, with his train, and Titania8 note





, at another, with hers.

Obe.
Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania.

-- 210 --

Tita.
What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence;
I have forsworn his bed and company.

Obe.
Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord?

Tita.
Then I must be thy lady: But I know
When thou hast* note stol'n away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn9 note

, and versing love1 note

To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep† note of India?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded; and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.

Obe.
How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night2 note

-- 211 --


From Perigenia, whom he ravished3 note

?
And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
With Ariadne, and Antiopa?

Tita.
These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring4 note




,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

-- 212 --


By paved fountain5 note


, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beached margent6 note of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping7 note



to us in vain,10Q0004
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,
Have every pelting river8 note


made so proud,
That they have overborne their continents9 note

:

-- 213 --


The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard1 note


:
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock2 note




;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud3 note

[unresolved image link]

;

-- 214 --


And the quaint mazes in the wanton green4 note,
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable:

-- 215 --


The human mortals5 note




want their winter here6 note






;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest7 note

:—

-- 216 --


Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatick diseases do abound8 note




























:

-- 217 --


And thorough this distemperature9 note


, we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts

-- 218 --


Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose1 note



;
And on old Hyems' chin2 note














, and icy crown,

-- 219 --


An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,

-- 220 --


The childing autumn3 note






, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,
By their increase4 note



, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissention;
We are their parents and original.

Obe.
Do you amend it then; it lies in you;
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman5 note









.

-- 221 --

Tita.
Set your heart at rest,
The fairy land buys not the child of me.

-- 222 --


His mother was a vot'ress of my order:
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side:
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive,
And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind6 note








;
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait,
(Following, her womb, then rich with my young 'squire7 note




,)

-- 223 --


Would imitate; and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandize.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy:
And, for her sake, I will not part with him.

Obe.
How long within this wood intend you stay?

Tita.
Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day.
If you will patiently dance in our round,
And see our moon-light revels, go with us;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Obe.
Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.

Tita.
Not for thy fairy kingdom.—Fairies, away8 note


:
We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay. [Exeunt Titania, and her train.

Obe.
Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove,
Till I torment thee for this injury.—
My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,10Q0005
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's musick9 note














.

-- 224 --

Puck.
I remember.

Obe.
That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,)

-- 225 --


Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm'd1 note









: a certain aim he took

-- 226 --


At a fair vestal, throned by the west2 note





;
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow,

-- 227 --


As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts:
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon;
And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free3 note.
Yet mark'd 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-idleness4 note








.

-- 228 --


Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once;
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids 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,
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

Puck.
I'll put a girdle round* note about the Earth5 note





In forty minutes. [Exit Puck.

Obe.
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,
(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,)
She shall pursue it with the soul of love.
And ere I take this charm off from her sight,
(As I can take it, with another herb,)
I'll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here? I am invisible6 note;

-- 229 --


And I will over-hear their conference. Enter Demetrius, Helena following him.

Dem.
I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia?
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me7 note


.
Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood,
And here am I, and wood within this wood8 note





,
Because I cannot meet with Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

Hel.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron9 note
, for my heart

-- 230 --


Is true as steel: Leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.

Dem.
Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you?

Hel.
And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,
(And yet a place of high respect with me,)
Than to be used as you do* note use your dog?

Dem.
Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick, when I do look on thee.

Hel.
And I am sick, when I look not on you.

Dem.
You do impeach your modesty1 note

too much,
To leave the city, and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night,
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.

Hel.
Your virtue is my privilege for that2 note.
It is not night, when I do see your face3 note



,

-- 231 --


Therefore I think I am not in the night:
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company4 note

;
For you, in my respect, are all the world:
Then how can it be said, I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Dem.
I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Hel.
The wildest hath not such a heart as you5 note



.
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd;
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed!
When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.

Dem.
I will not stay thy questions6 note; let me go:
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Hel.
Ay, in the temple, in the town, and* note field,
You do me mischief. Fye, Demetrius!
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:

-- 232 --


We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well7 note
. [Exeunt Dem. and Hel.

Obe.
Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove,
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.— Re-enter Puck.
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

Puck.
Ay, there it is.

Obe.
I pray thee, give it me.
I know a bank where8 note


the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips9 note



and the nodding violet1 note grows;
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine2 note



,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:

-- 233 --


There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
But do it, when the next thing he espies
May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on3 note.
Effect it with some care; that he may prove
More fond on her, than she upon her love:
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

Puck.
Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so.
[Exeunt.

-- 234 --

SCENE III. Another part of the Wood. Enter Titania, with her train.

Tita.
Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song4 note
















;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence5 note


;

-- 235 --


Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds6 note;
Some, war with rear-mice7 note






for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders
At our quaint spirits8 note

: Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices, and let me rest.

-- 236 --


SONG.

[I.] 1 Fai.
You spotted snakes, with double tongue9 note





,
  Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;
Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong1 note;
  Come not near our fairy queen: CHORUS.
  Philomel, with melody,
  Sing in our* note sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby:
  Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
  Come our lovely lady nigh;
  So, good night, with lullaby.

II. 2 Fai.
Weaving spiders, come not here;
  Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence:
Beetles black, approach not near;
  Worm, nor snail, do no offence. CHORUS.
Philomel, with melody, &c.

-- 237 --

1 Fai.
Hence, away; now all is well:
One, aloof, stand sentinel2 note.
[Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps. Enter Oberon.

Obe.
What thou seest, when thou dost wake, [Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids.
Do it for thy true love take;
Love, and languish for his sake:
Be it ounce3 note, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
Wake, when some vile thing is near.
[Exit. Enter Lysander and Hermia.

Lys.
Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;
  And to speak troth, I have forgot our way;
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
  And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Her.
Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lys.
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Her.
Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.

Lys.
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence4 note
;

-- 238 --


Love takes the meaning, in love's conference5 note


.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;
So that but one heart we can make of it:
Two bosoms interchained6 note with an oath;
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.
Then, by your side no bed-room me deny;
For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Her.
Lysander riddles very prettily:—
Now much beshrew7 note



my manners and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off; in human modesty

-- 239 --


Such separation, as, may well be said,
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid:
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend:
Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!

Lys.
Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
And then end life, when I end loyalty!
Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest!

Her.
With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!
[They sleep. Enter Puck.


Puck.
Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none8 note,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy9 note






.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

-- 240 --


All the power this charm doth owe1 note

;
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid2 note


.
So awake, when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon. [Exit. Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.

Hel.
Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.

Dem.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.

Hel.
O, wilt thou darkling leave me3 note

? do not so.

Dem.
Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. [Exit Demetrius.

Hel.
O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace4 note.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears:
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For beasts that meet me, run away for fear:
Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.

-- 241 --


What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?—
But who is here?—Lysander! on the ground!
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:—
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.

Lys.
And run through fire I will, for thy sweet sake. [Waking.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows her art5 note

,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!

Hel.
Do not say so, Lysander; say not so:
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.

Lys.
Content with Hermia? No: I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia, but Helena now* note I love:
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their season:
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason6 note
;
And touching now the point of human skill7 note
,

-- 242 --


Reason becomes the marshal to my will8 note


,
And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook
Love's stories, written in love's richest book9 note



.

Hel.
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn?
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well: perforce I must confess,

-- 243 --


I thought you lord of more true gentleness1 note.
O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit.

Lys.
She sees not Hermia:—Hermia, sleep thou there:
And never may'st thou come Lysander near!
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Are hated most of those they did deceive;
So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
Of all be hated; but the most of me!
And all my powers, address your love and might,
To honour Helen, and to be her knight!
[Exit.

Her. [starting.]
Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best,
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ah me, for pity!—what a dream was here?
Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you2 note sat smiling at his cruel prey:—
Lysander! what, remov'd? Lysander, lord!
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves3 note
; I swoon almost with fear.
No?—then I well perceive you are not nigh:
Either death, or you, I'll find immediately4 note







. [Exit.

-- 244 --

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