A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)
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A Midsommer nightes dreame.
¶O how I loue thee! how I dote on thee!
¶
Enter Robin goodfellow.
¶Her dotage now I doe beginne to pittie.
¶For meeting her of late, behinde the wood,
¶Seeking sweete fauours for this hatefull foole,
1565I did vpbraid her, and fall out with her.
¶For she his hairy temples then had rounded,
¶With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers.
¶Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearles;
1570Stood now within the pretty flouriets eyes,
¶Like teares, that did their owne disgrace bewaile.
¶When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
¶And she, in milde tearmes, begd my patience,
¶I then did aske of her, her changeling childe:
¶To beare him, to my bower, in Fairie land.
¶And now I haue the boy, I will vndoe
¶This hatefull imperfection of her eyes.
1580From of the heade of this Athenian swaine;
¶That hee, awaking when the other do,
¶May all to Athens backe againe repaire,
¶And thinke no more of this nights accidents,
¶But as the fearce vexation of a dreame.
¶
Be, as thou wast wont to bee:
¶Dians budde, or Cupids flower,
1590Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweete Queene.
¶Ob. There lyes your loue.
Tita.
