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  • Title: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Suzanne Westfall

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-465-3

    Copyright Suzanne Westfall. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Suzanne Westfall
    Not Peer Reviewed

    A Midsummer Night's Dream (Folio 1, 1623)

    162A Midsommernights Dreame.
    2130And farwell friends, thus Thisbie ends;
    Adieu, adieu, adieu.
    Duk. Moone-shine & Lion are left to burie the dead.
    Deme. I, and Wall too.
    Bot. No, I assure you, the wall is downe, that parted
    2135their Fathers. Will it please you to see the Epilogue, or
    to heare a Bergomask dance, betweene two of our com-
    pany?
    Duk. No Epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs
    no excuse. Neuer excuse; for when the plaiers are all
    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.
    I feare we shall out-sleepe the comming morne,
    As much as we this night haue ouer-watcht.
    This palpable grosse play hath well beguil'd
    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:
    Whilest the heauy ploughman snores,
    All with weary taske fore-done.
    Now the wasted brands doe glow,
    Whil'st the scritch-owle, scritching loud,
    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,
    Following darkenesse like a dreame,
    2170Now are frollicke; not a Mouse
    Shall disturbe this hallowed house.
    I am sent with broome before,
    To sweep the dust behinde the doore.

    Enter King and Queene of Fairies, with their traine.
    2175Ob. Through the house giue glimmering light,
    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.
    2180Tita. First rehearse this song by roate,
    To each word a warbling note.
    Hand in hand, with Fairie grace,
    Will we sing and blesse this place.
    The Song.
    2185
    Now vntill the breake of day,
    Through this house each Fairy stray.
    To the best Bride-bed will we,
    Which by vs shall blessed be:
    And the issue there create,
    2190Euer shall be fortunate:
    So shall all the couples three,
    Euer true in louing be:
    And the blots of Natures hand,
    Shall not in their issue stand.
    2195Neuer mole, harelip, nor scarre,
    Nor marke prodigious, such as are
    Despised in Natiuitie,
    Shall vpon their children be.
    With this field dew consecrate,
    2200Euery Fairy take his gate,
    And each seuerall chamber blesse,
    Through this Pallace with sweet peace,
    Euer shall in safety rest,
    And the owner of it blest.
    2205Trip away, make no stay;
    Meet me all by breake of day.

    Robin. If we shadowes haue offended,
    Thinke but this (and all is mended)
    That you haue but slumbred heere,
    2210While these visions did appeare.
    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,
    And Robin shall restore amends.



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