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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Suzanne Westfall
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A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)

A Midsommer nightes dreame.
Qu. What, Iealous Oberon? Fairy skippe hence.
I haue forsworne his bedde, and company.
Ob. Tarry, rash wanton. Am not I thy Lord?
Qu. Then I must be thy Lady: but I know
440When thou hast stollen away from Fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin, sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corne, and versing loue,
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here
Come from the farthest steppe of India?
445But that, forsooth, the bounsing Amason,
Your buskind mistresse, and your warriour loue,
To Theseus must be wedded; and you come,
To giue their bedde, ioy and prosperitie.
Ob. How canst thou thus, for shame, Tytania,
450Glaunce at my credit, with Hippolita?
Knowing, I know thy loue to Theseus.
Didst not thou lead him through the glimmering night,
From Perigenia, whom he rauished?
And make him, with faire Eagles, breake his faith
455With Ariadne, and Antiopa?
Quee. These are the forgeries of iealousie:
And neuer, since the middle Sommers spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forrest, or meade,
By paued fountaine, or by rushie brooke,
460Or in the beached margent of the Sea,
To daunce our ringlets to the whistling winde,
But with thy brawles thou hast disturbd our sport.
Therefore the windes, pyping to vs in vaine,
As in reuenge, haue suckt vp, from the Sea,
465Contagious fogges: which, falling in the land,
Hath euery pelting riuer made so proude,
That they haue ouerborne their Continents.
The Oxe hath therefore stretcht his yoake in vaine,
The Ploughman lost his sweat, and the greene corne
470Hath rotted, ere his youth attainde a bearde: