A Midsommer nightes dreame.
14801427Abate thy houres,
shine comforts, from the ea
st;
14811428That I may backe to
Athens, by day light,
14821429From the
se that my poore company dete
st:
14831430And
sleepe, that
sometimes
shuts vp
sorrowes eye,
14841431Steale mee a while from mine owne companie.
Sleepe. 14851432Rob. Yet but three? Come one more.
14861433Two of both kindes makes vp fower.
14871434Heare
shee comes, cur
st and
sadde.
14901436Thus to make poore females madde.
14911437Her. Neuer
so weary, neuer
so in woe,
14921438Bedabbled with the deaw, and torne with briers:
14931439I can no further crawle, no further goe:
14941440My legges can keepe no pa
se with my de
sires.
14951441Here will I re
st mee, till the breake of day:
14961442Heauens
shielde
Lysander, if they meane a fray.
14971443Rob. On the ground,
sleepe
sound:
14981444Ile apply your eye, gentle louer, remedy.
15001446True delight, in the
sight, of thy former ladies eye:
15011447And the country prouerbe knowne,
15021448That euery man
should take his owne,
15041450Iacke shall haue
Iill: nought
shall goe ill:
15051451The man
shall haue his mare again, & all
shall be well.
15091452 Enter Queene of Faieries, and Clowne, and Faieries: and 15111454Tita. Come
sit thee downe vpon this
flowry bed,
15121455While I thy amiable cheekes doe coy,
15131456And
stick mu
sk ro
ses in thy
sleeke
smooth head,
15141457And ki
sse thy faire large eares, my gentle ioy.
15171460Clow. Scratch my heade,
Pease-blossome. Wher's Moun
- Clo.