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  • Title: A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)
  • 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    Not Peer Reviewed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 (Quarto 1, 1600)

    A Midsommer nightes dreame.
    Lys. I will be with thee straight.
    1445Rob. Follow me then to plainer ground.
    Enter Demetrius.
    Deme. Lysander, speake againe.
    Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
    Speake in some bush. Where doest thou hide thy head?
    1450Rob. Thou coward art thou bragging, to the starres,
    Telling the bushes that thou look'st for warres,
    And wilt not come? Come recreant, come thou childe,
    Ile whippe thee with a rodde. He is defil'd,
    That drawes a sword on thee.
    1455De. Yea, art thou there?
    Ro. Follow my voice: weele try no manhood here. Exeūt.
    Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on:
    When I come where he calles, then he is gon.
    The villaine is much lighter heel'd then I;
    1460I followed fast: but faster he did fly;
    That fallen am I in darke vneauen way,
    And here will rest me. Come thou gentle day.
    For if but once, thou shewe me thy gray light,
    Ile finde Demetrius, and reuenge this spight.
    1465Robin, and Demetrius.
    Robi. Ho, ho, ho: Coward, why comst thou not?
    Deme. Abide me, if thou dar'st. For well I wot,
    Thou runst before mee, shifting euery place,
    And dar'st not stand, nor looke me in the face.
    1470Where art thou now?
    Rob. Come hither: I am here.
    De. Nay then thou mockst me. Thou shalt buy this dear,
    If euer I thy face by day light see.
    1475Now, goe thy way. Faintnesse constraineth mee,
    To measure, out my length, on this cold bed:>
    By daies approach looke to be visited.
    Enter Helena.
    Hele. O weary night, O long and tedious night,
    Abate