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 besides the groues,

16371571The skyes, the fountaines, euery region neare

16381572Seeme all one mutuall cry. I neuer heard

16391573So musicall a discord, 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 pursuit; 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 these?

16491583Egeus. My Lord, this is my daughter heere a sleepe,

16501584And this Lysander, this Demetrius is,

16511585This Helena, old Nedars Helena.

16521586I wonder of their being here together.

16531587The. No doubt, they rose vp earely, to obserue

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 answer of her choyce?

16581592Egeus. It is, my Lord.

16591593These. Goe, bid the huntsmen wake them with their hornes.

16631595The. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past.

16641596Begin these wood birds but to couple, now?

16651597Lys. Pardon, my Lord.

16661598The. I pray you all, stand vp.

16671599I know, you two are Riuall enemies.

16681600How comes this gentle concord in the worlde,

16691601That hatred is so farre from iealousie,