A Midsommer nightes dreame.
16331567Hip. I was with
Hercules and
Cadmus, once,
16341568When in a wood of
Creete they bayed the Beare,
16351569With hounds of
Sparta: neuer did I heare
16361570Such gallant chiding. For be
sides the groues,
16371571The
skyes, the fountaines, euery region neare
16381572Seeme all one mutuall cry. I neuer heard
16391573So mu
sicall a di
scord,
such
sweete thunder.
16401574Thes. My hounds are bred out of the
Spartane kinde:
16411575So
flew'd,
so
sanded: and their heads are hung
16421576VVith eares, that
sweepe away the morning deawe,
16431577Crooke kneed, and deawlapt, like
Thessalian Buls:
16441578Slowe in pur
suit; but matcht in mouth like bels,
16451579Each vnder each. A cry more tunable
16461580Was neuer hollowd to, nor cheerd with horne,
16471581In
Creete, in
Sparta, nor in
Thessaly.
16481582Iudge when you heare. But
soft. What nymphes are the
se?
16491583Egeus. My Lord, this is my daughter heere a
sleepe,
16501584And this
Lysander, this
Demetrius is,
16521586I wonder of their being here together.
16531587The. No doubt, they ro
se vp earely, to ob
serue
16541588The right of May: and hearing our intent,
16551589Came heere, in grace of our
solemnitie.
16561590But
speake,
Egeus, is not this the day,
16571591That
Hermia should giue an
swer of her choyce?
16591593These. Goe, bid the hunt
smen wake them with their
hornes. 16621594Shoute within: they all start up. Winde hornes. 16631595The. Good morrow, friends. Saint
Valentine is pa
st.
16641596Begin the
se wood birds but to couple, now?
16671599I know, you two are Riuall enemies.
16681600How comes this gentle concord in the worlde,
16691601That hatred is
so farre from iealou
sie,
To