A Midsummer Night's Dream (Folio 1, 1623)
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A Midsommernights Dreame.
2130And farwell friends, thus Thisbie ends;
¶Adieu, adieu, adieu.
¶Deme. I, and Wall too.
¶to heare a Bergomask dance, betweene two of our com-
¶pany?
¶Duk. No Epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs
2140dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if hee that
¶writ it had plaid Piramus, and hung himselfe in Thisbies
¶garter, it would haue beene a fine Tragedy: and so it is
¶truely, and very notably discharg'd. But come, your
¶Burgomaske; let your Epilogue alone.
2145The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelue.
¶Louers to bed, 'tis almost Fairy time.
¶As much as we this night haue ouer-watcht.
2150The heauy gate of night. Sweet friends to bed.
¶A fortnight hold we this solemnity.
¶In nightly Reuels; and new iollitie.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Pucke.
¶Puck. Now the hungry Lyons rores,
2155And the Wolfe beholds the Moone:
¶All with weary taske fore-done.
¶Now the wasted brands doe glow,
2160Puts the wretch that lies in woe,
¶In remembrance of a shrowd.
¶Now it is the time of night,
¶That the graues, all gaping wide,
¶Euery one lets forth his spright,
2165In the Church-way paths to glide,
¶And we Fairies, that do runne,
¶By the triple Hecates teame,
¶From the presence of the Sunne,
2170Now are frollicke; not a Mouse
¶I am sent with broome before,
¶
Enter King and Queene of Fairies, with their traine.
¶By the dead and drowsie fier,
¶Euerie Elfe and Fairie spright,
¶Hop as light as bird from brier,
¶And this Ditty after me, sing and dance it trippinglie.
¶To each word a warbling note.
¶Hand in hand, with Fairie grace,
¶
The Song.
2185
Now vntill the breake of day,
¶To the best Bride-bed will we,2190Euer shall be fortunate:¶So shall all the couples three,¶Euer true in louing be:¶And the blots of Natures hand,2195Neuer mole, harelip, nor scarre,¶Nor mark prodigious, such as are¶Shall vpon their children be.¶With this field dew consecrate,2200Euery Fairy take his gate,¶Through this Pallace with sweet peace,¶And the owner of it blest.2205Trip away, make no stay;¶Meet me all by breake of day.
¶Thinke but this (and all is mended)
¶That you haue but slumbred heere,
¶And this weake and idle theame,
¶No more yeelding but a dreame,
¶Centles, doe not reprehend.
¶If you pardon, we will mend.
2215And as I am an honest Pucke,
¶If we haue vnearned lucke,
¶Now to scape the Serpents tongue,
¶We will make amends ere long:
¶Else the Pucke a lyar call.
2220So good night vnto you all.
¶Giue me your hands, if we be friends,
¶FINIS.
