Ob.
This falls out better than I could devise.
But hast thou yet latch'd^{5 note} the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice as I did bid thee do?

Puck.
I took him sleeping; that is finish'd too;
And the Athenian woman by his side,
That when he wakes, of force she must be ey'd.

SCENE V. Enter Demetrius and Hermia.

Ob.
Stand close, this is the same Athenian.

Puck.
This is the woman, but not this the man.

Dem.
O, why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Her.
Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse;
For thou, I fear, hast giv'n me cause to curse:
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes in blood,^{6 note} plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day,
As he to me. Would he have stoll'n away
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon
May through the center creep, and so displease
Her brother's noon-tide with th' Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him;
So should a murderer look, so* ^note dread, so grim.

Dem.
So should the murder'd look; and so should I,
Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty:
Yet you the murderer look as bright, and clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimm'ring sphere.

Her.
What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Dem.
I'ad rather give his carcass to my hounds.

Her.
Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men.
O! once tell true, tell true even for my sake,
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake!

And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!^{7 note}
Could not a worm, an adder do so much?
An adder did it, for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Dem.
You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood:^{8 note}
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood,
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Her.
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.

Dem.
And if I could, what should I get therefore?

Her.
A privilege never to see me more;
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he's dead or no. [Exit.

Dem.
There is no following her in this fierce vein,
Here, therefore, for a while I will remain:
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow,
For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his Tender here I make some stay. [Lies down.

Ob.
What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite,
And laid thy love-juice on some true love's sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.

Puck.
Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

Ob.
About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens, see, thou find.
All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer;
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear;
By some illusion, see, thou bring her here;
I'll charm his eyes, against she doth appear.

Puck.
I go, I go; look, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit.

Ob.
Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye!
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy. Enter Puck.

Puck.
Captain of our fairy-band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be?

Ob.
Stand aside: the noise they make,
Will cause Demetrius to awake.

Puck.
Then will two at once woo one;
That must needs be sport alone.
And those things do best please me,
That befal prepost'rously. SCENE VI. Enter Lysander and Helena.

Lys.
Why should you think, that I should woo in scorn;
  Scorn and derision never come in tears.
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
  In their nativity all truth appears:
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

Hel.
You do advance your cunning more and more;
  When truth kills truth, O devilish, holy, fray!

These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?
  Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

Lys.
I had no judgment when to her I swore.

Hel.
Nor none in my mind, now you give her o'er.

Lys.
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

Dem. [awaking.]
O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine,
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy; O how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,^{9 note}
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand. O let me kiss
This Princess of pure white, this seal of bliss.^{1 note}

Hel.
O spight, O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me, for your merriment:
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls^{2 note} to mock me too?
If you are men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so:
To vow and swear, and super-praise my parts;
When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia,
And now both rivals to mock Helena.
A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! none of nobler sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort^{3 note}
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.

Lys.
You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know.
And here with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.

Hel.
Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Dem.
Lysander, keep thy Hermia, I will none;
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
^{4 note}

Lys.
It is not so.

Dem.
Disparage not the faith, thou dost not know,
Lest to thy peril thou abide it dear.
Look, where thy love comes, yonder is thy dear. SCENE VII. Enter Hermia.

Her.
Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes:
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompence.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly did'st thou leave me so?

Lys.
Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?

Her.
What love could press Lysander from my side?

Lys.
Lysander's love, that would not let him 'bide,

Fair Helena; who more engilds the night,
Than all yon fiery O's^{5 note} and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate, I bear thee, made me leave thee so?

Her.
You speak not, as you think: it cannot be.

Hel.
Lo, she is one of this confed'racy;
Now, I perceive, they have conjoin'd all three,
To fashion this false sport in spight to me.^{6 note}
Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid,
Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
The sisters vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us; O! and is all forgot?
All school-days friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Created with our needles both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion;
Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds
Had been incorp'rate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries molded on one stem,
So with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
^{7 note}
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
And will you rend our ancient love asunder,

To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly;
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it;
Though I alone do feel the injury.

Her.
I am amazed at your passionate words:
I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me.

Hel.
Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me, and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius,
(Who even but now, did spurn me with his foot)
To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare,
Precious, celestial? wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection;
But by your setting on, by your consent?
What though I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate;
But miserable most, to love unlov'd?
This you should pity, rather than despise.

Her.
I understand not what you mean by this.

Hel.
Ay, do, persevere, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me, when I turn my back;
Wink each at other, hold the sweet jest up:
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument:^{8 note}
But fare ye well, 'tis partly mine own fault,
Which death or absence soon shall remedy.

Lys.
Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!

Hel.
O excellent!

Her.
Sweet, do not scorn her so.

Dem.
If she cannot entreat, I can compel.

Lys.
Thou canst compel no more than she entreat:
Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak Prayers.

Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do;
I swear, by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false, that says, I love thee not.

Dem.
I say, I love thee more than he can do.

Lys.
If thou say so, withdraw and prove it too.

Dem.
Quick, come—

Her.
Lysander, whereto tends all this?

Lys.
Away, you Ethiope!

Dem.
No, no, he'll seem
To break away; take on as he would follow,
But yet come not:—you are a tame man, go.

Lys.
Hang off, thou cat, thou burr; vile thing, let loose;
Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent.

Her.
Why are you grown so rude? what change is this?
Sweet love!

Lys.
Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out;
Out, loathed medicine: hated poison, hence.

Her.
Do you not jest?

Hel.
Yes, sooth, and so do you.

Lys.
Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.

Dem.
I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive,
A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word.

Lys.
What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

Her.
What, can you do me greater harm, than hate?
Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love?
Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now, as I was ere-while.
Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night, you left me;
Why then you left me—(O the gods forbid it!)
In earnest, shall I say?

Lys.
Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, doubt;
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest;
That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

Her.
O me, you jugler; oh, you canker-blossom,
You thief of love; what, have you come by night,
And stoll'n my love's heart from him?

Hel.
Fine, i'faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? what, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie, you counterfeit; you puppet, you.

Her.
Puppet; why, so: ay, that way goes the game.
Now, I perceive, that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urg'd her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem,
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak,
How low am I? I am not yet so low,
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

Hel.
I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid, for my cowardice:
Let her not strike me. You, perhaps, may think,
Because she's something lower than myself,
That I can match her.

Her.
Lower! hark, again.—

Hel.
Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me;
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood:
He follow'd you, for love I follow'd him,
But he hath chid me hence, and threaten'd me
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too;
And now, so you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my folly back,
And follow you no further. Let me go.

You see, how simple and how fond I am.

Her.
Why, get you gone: who is't, that hinders you?

Hel.
A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.

Her.
What, with Lysander?

Hel.
With Demetrius.

Lys.
Be not afraid, she shall not harm thee, Helena.

Dem.
No, Sir, she shall not, though you take her part.

Hel.
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd;
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Her.
Little, again? nothing but low, and little?
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Let me come to her.

Lys.
Get you gone, you dwarf,
You^{9 note}

Dem.
You are too officious,
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone, speak not of Helena,
Take not her part: for if thou dost intend
Never so little shew of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.

Lys.
Now she holds me not;
Now follow, if thou dar'st; to try whose right,
Or thine, or mine, is most in Helena.

Dem.
Follow? nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jowl. [Exeunt Lysander and Demetrius.

Her.
You, mistress, all this coyl is long of you:
Nay, go not back.

Hel.
I will not trust you, I;
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;
My legs are longer, though, to run away. [Exeunt: Hermia pursuing Helena.

Enter Oberon and Puck.

Ob.
This is thy negligence: still thou mistak'st,
Or else committ'st thy knaveries willingly.

Puck.
Believe me, King of shadows, I mistook,
Did not you tell me, I should know the man
By the Athenian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprize,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes;
And so far am I glad it did so sort,^{1 note}
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

Ob.
Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight;
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fogs, as black as Acheron;
And lead these testy rivals so astray,
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander, sometime, frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou, like Demetrius;
And from each other, look, thou lead them thus;
'Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep;
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye,
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,^{2 note}
To take from thence all error with its might;
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight,
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend
With league, whose date 'till death shall never end.

Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monsters view, and all things shall be peace.

Puck.
My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts wandring here and there
Troop home to church-yard; damned spirits all,
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They wilfully exile themselves from light;
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.

Ob.
But we are spirits of another sort;
I with the morning light have oft made sport;
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Ev'n till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay;
We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit Ob.

Puck.
Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town.
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one. Enter Lysander.

Lys.
Where art thou proud Demetrius? speak thou now.

Puck.
Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou?

Lys.
I will be with thee straight.

Puck.
Follow me then
To plainer ground. [Lys. goes out, as following Dem.

Enter Demetrius.

Dem.
Lysander, speak again;
Thou run-away, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak in some bush: where dost thou hide thy head?

Puck.
Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come? come, recreant; come, thou child,
I'll whip thee with a rod; he is defil'd,
That draws a sword on thee.

Dem.
Yea, art thou there?

Puck.
Follow my voice, we'll try no manhood here. [Exeunt. Lysander comes back.

Lys.
He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls me, then he's gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel'd, than I:
I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
That fall'n am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day: [Lyes down.
For if but once thou shew me thy gray light,
I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spight. Enter Puck and Demetrius.

Puck.
Ho, ho, ho, coward, why comest thou not?

Dem.
Abide me, if thou dar'st: for well I wot,
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place;
And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou?

Puck.
Come thou hither, I am here.

Dem.
Nay, then thou mock'st me; thou shalt buy this dear,^{3 note}

If ever I thy face by day-light see.
Now, go thy way; faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited. [Lyes down. SCENE IX. Enter Helena.

Hel.
O weary night, O long and tedious night,
  Abate thy hours; shine, comforts, from the East:
That I may back to Athens by day-light,
  From these, that my poor company detest;
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me a while from mine own company. [Sleeps.

Puck.
Yet but three? come one more,
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad:
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad. Enter Hermia.

Her.
Never so weary, never so in woe,
  Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
  My legs can keep no pace with my desires:
Here will I rest me, 'till the break of day.
Heav'ns shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lyes down.

Puck.
On the ground
      Sleep sound,
      I'll apply
      To your eye,
    Gentle lover, remedy. [Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye.
      When thou wak'st,
      Thou tak'st
      True delight
      In the sight
  Of thy former lady's eye;

  And the country proverb known,
  That every man should take his own,
  In your waking shall be shown.
      Jack shall have Jill,
      Naught shall go ill,
The man shall have his mare again, and all be well. [Exit Puck. [They sleep. ^noteACT IV.

* [Footnote: SCENE I. Continued, The Wood. Enter Queen of the Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and the King behind them.

Queen.
Come, sit thee down upon this flow'ry bed,
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,^{3 note}
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek, smooth'd head;
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

Bot.

Where's Peaseblossom?

Pease.

Ready.

Bot.

Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's monsieur Cobweb?

Cob.

Ready.

Bot.

Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipt humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care, the honey-bag break not; I should be loth to

have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior. Where's monsieur Mustardseed?

Must.

Ready.

Bot.

Give me thy neise, monsieur Mustardseed; pray you, leave your curtesy, good monsieur.

Must.

What's your will?

Bot.

Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to scratch.6Q0017 I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face. And I am such a tender ass, if my hair doth but tickle me, I must scratch.

Queen.

What, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet love?

Bot.

I have a reasonable good ear in musick; let us have the tongs and the bones.

Queen.

Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.

Bot.

Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay hath no fellow.

Queen.
I have a venturous Fairy that shall seek
The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Bot.

I had rather have a handful or two of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

Queen.
Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms;
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away:^{4 note}

Gently entwist; the female Ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the Elm.
O, how I love thee! how I doat on thee! Enter Puck.

Ob.
Welcome, good Robin; seest thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity;
For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet * ^notesavours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew, which sometimes on the buds
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flouret's eyes,
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her,
And she in mild terms begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child,
Which strait she gave me, and her Fairy sent

To bear him to my bower in Fairy-land,
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eye:
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of the Athenian swain;
That he, awaking, when the others do,
May all to Athens back again repair;
And think no more of this night's accidents,
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first, I will release the Fairy Queen;

Be, as thou wast wont to be;
See, as thou wast wont to see:
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flow'r
Hath such force and blessed power.^{6 note}
Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet Queen.

Queen.
My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

Ob.
There lies your love.

Queen.
How came these things to pass?
Oh, how mine eyes do loath this visage now!

Ob.
Silence, a while—Robin, take off his head;
Titania, musick call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.^{7 note}

Queen.
Musick, ho! musick: such as charmeth sleep. Still Musick.

Puck.
When thou awak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep.

Ob.
Sound, musick; come, my Queen, take hand with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity;
And will to morrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair * ^noteposterity;^{8 note}

Puck.
Fairy King, attend and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.

Ob.
Then, my Queen, in silence sad;^{9 note}

Trip we after the night's shade;
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Queen.
Come, my lord, and in our flight
Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found, [Sleepers lie still.
With these mortals on the ground. [Exeunt. [Wind horns within. Enter Theseus, Egeus, Hippolita, and all his Train.

The.
Go one of you, find out the forester,
For now our observation is perform'd,^{1 note}

And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the musick of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley, go,—
Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
We will, fair Queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip.
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta; never did I hear
Such gallant chiding. For besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, ev'ry region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

The.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So * ^note flew'd, so † ^note sanded, and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd, like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never hallo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge, when you hear. But soft, what nymphs are these?

Ege.
My lord, this is my daughter here asleep,
And this Lysander, this Demetrius is,
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena;
I wonder at their being here together.

The.
No doubt, they rose up early to observe
The Rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our Solemnity.
But speak, Egeus, is not this the day,
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?

Ege.
It is, my lord.

The.
Go bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns, and Shout within; Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia and Helena, wake and start up.

The.
Good morrow, friends; Saint Valentine is past;
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

Lys.
Pardon, my lord.

The.
I pray you all, stand up:
I know, you two are rival enemies.
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy,
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?

Lys.
My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Half sleep, half waking. But as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here:
But as I think, for truly would I speak,
And now I do bethink me, so it is;
I came with Hermia hither. Our intent
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be
Without the peril of th' Athenian law.

Ege.
Enough, enough; my lord, you have enough;
I beg the law, the law upon his head:
They would have stoll'n away, they would, Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated you and me;
You, of your wife; and me, of my consent;
Of my consent, that she should be your wife.

Dem.
My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Fair Helena in fancy following me.^{2 note}

But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,
But by some power it is, my love to Hermia
Is melted as the snow; seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gaude,
Which in my childhood I did doat upon,
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betrothed ere I Hermia saw;
But like a sickness did I loath this food;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it;
And will for evermore be true to it.

The.
Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we shall hear more anon.
Egeus, I will over-bear your will;
For in the temple, by and by with us,
These couples shall eternally be knit;
And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.
Away, with us to Athens; three and three,
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolita. [Exe. Duke, Hippol. and Train.

Dem.
These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

Her.
Methinks I see these things with parted Eye;
When every thing seems double.

Hel.
So, methinks;
And I have found Demetrius like a Jewel,^{3 note}

Mine own, and not mine own.

Dem.
It seems to me,
That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think,
The Duke was here, and bid us follow him?

Her.
Yea, and my father.

Hel.
And Hippolita.

Lys.
And he did bid us follow to the temple.

Dem.
Why then, we are awake; let's follow him;
And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt. SCENE III. As they go out, Bottom wakes.

Bot.

When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is, Most fair Pyramus—hey, ho,—Peter Quince, Flute the bellows-mender! Snout the tinker! Starveling! god's my life! stoll'n hence, and left me asleep? I have had a most rare vision. I had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was, there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had —But man is but a patch'd fool,^{4 note} if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand

is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream; it shall be call'd Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play before the Duke; ^{5 note}