603For you in my respect are nll the world.

604Then how can it be said I am alone,

605When all the world is heere to looke on me?

606Dem. Ile run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,

607And leaue thee to the mercy of wilde beasts.

608Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you;

609Runne when you will, the story shall be chang'd:

610Apollo flies and Daphne holds the chase;

611The Doue pursues the Griffin, the milde Hinde

612Makes speed to catch the Tyger. Bootlesse speede,

613When cowardise pursues, and valour flies.

614Demet. I will not stay thy questions, let me go;

615Or if thou follow me, doe not beleeue,

616But I shall doe thee mischiefe in the wood.

617Hel. I, in the Temple, in the Towne, and Field

618You doe me mischiefe. Fye Demetrius,

619Your wrongs doe set a scandall on my sexe:

620We cannot fight for loue, as men may doe;

621We should be woo'd, and were not made to wooe.

622I follow thee, and make a heauen of hell,

623To die vpon the hand I loue so well. Exit.

624Ob. Fare thee well Nymph, ere he do leaue this groue,

625Thou shalt flie him, and he shall seeke thy loue.

626Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer.

628Puck. I, there it is.

629Ob. I pray thee giue it me.

630I know a banke where the wilde time blowes,

631Where Oxslips and the nodding Violet growes,

632Quite ouer-cannoped with luscious woodbine,

633With sweet muske roses, and with Eglantine;

634There sleepes Tytania, sometime of the night,

635Lul'd in these flowers, with dances and delight:

636And there the snake throwes her enammel'd skinne,

637Weed wide enough to rap a Fairy in.

638And with the iuyce of this Ile streake her eyes,

639And make her full of hatefull fantasies.

640Take thou some of it, and seek through this groue;

641A sweet Athenian Lady is in loue

642With a disdainefull youth: annoint his eyes,

643But doe it when the next thing he espies,

644May be the Lady. Thou shalt know the man,

645By the Athenian garments he hath on.

646Effect it with some care, that he may proue

647More fond on her, then she vpon her loue;

648And looke thou meet me ere the first Cocke crow.

649Pu. Feare not my Lord, your seruant shall do so. Exit.

651Queen. Come, now a Roundell, and a Fairy song;

652Then for the third part of a minute hence,

653Some to kill Cankers in the muske rose buds,

654Some warre with Reremise, for their leathern wings,

655To make my small Elues coates, and some keepe backe

656The clamorous Owle that nightly hoots and wonders

657At our queint spirits: Sing me now asleepe,

658Then to your offices, and let me rest.

678Ober. What thou seest when thou dost wake,

679Doe it for thy true Loue take:

680Loue and languish for his sake.

681Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare,

682Pard, or Boare with bristled haire,

683In thy eye that shall appeare,

684When thou wak'st, it is thy deare,

685Wake when some vile thing is neere.

687Lis. Faire loue, you faint with wandring in y^e woods,

688And to speake troth I haue forgot our way:

689Wee'll rest vs Hermia, if you thinke it good,

690And tarry for the comfort of the day.

691Her. Be it so Lysander; finde you out a bed,

692For I vpon this banke will rest my head.

693Lys. One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both,

694One heart, one bed, two bosomes, and one troth.

695Her. Nay good Lysander, for my sake my deere

696Lie further off yet, doe not lie so neere.

697Lys. O take the sence sweet, of my innocence,

698Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference,

699I meane that my heart vnto yours is knit,

700So that but one heart can you make of it.

701Two bosomes interchanged with an oath,

702So then two bosomes, and a single troth.

703Then by your side, no bed-roome me deny,

704For lying so, Hermia, I doe not lye.

705Her. Lysander riddles very prettily;

706Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

707If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.

708But gentle friend, for loue and courtesie

709Lie further off, in humane modesty,

710Such separation, as may well be said,

711Becomes a vertuous batchelour, and a maide,

712So farre be distant, and good night sweet friend;

713Thy loue nere alter, till thy sweet life end.

714Lys. Amen, amen, to that faire prayer, say I,

715And then end life, when I end loyalty:

716Heere is my bed, sleepe giue thee all his rest.

717Her. With halfe that wish, the wishers eyes be prest.

719Puck. Through the Forest haue I gone,

720But Athenian finde I none,

721One whose eyes I might approue

722This flowers force in stirring loue.

723Night and silence: who is heere?

724Weedes of Athens he doth weare:

725This is he (my master said)

726Despised the Athenian maide:

727And heere the maiden sleeping sound,