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.
A Midsommer nightes dreame.
15201462Clo. Moun
sieur
Cobweb, good Moun
sieur, get you your
15211463weapons in your hand, and kill me a red hipt Humble Bee,
15221464on the toppe of a thi
stle: and good Moun
sieur, bring mee
15231465the hony bagge. Doe not fret your
selfe too much, in the
15241466a
ction, Moun
sieur: and good Moun
sieur haue a care, the
15251467honybagge breake not, I wold be loath to haue you ouer
- 15261468flowen with a honibag
signior. Where's Moun
sieur
Must- 15291471Clo. Giue me your neafe, Moun
sieur
Mustardseede. Pray
15301472you, leaue your curt
sie, good Moun
sieur.
15321474Clo. Nothing good Moun
sieur, but to helpe Caualery
15331475Cobwebbe, to
scratch. I mu
st to the Barbers, Moun
sieur.
15341476For me thinkes I am maruailes hairy about the face. And I
15351477am
such a tender A
sse, if my haire doe but tickle mee, I
15371479Tita. What, wilt thou heare
some mu
sique, my
sweete
15391481Clo. I haue a rea
sonable good eare in mu
sique. Lets
15421483Tyta. Or,
say
sweete loue, what thou de
sire
st to eate.
15431484Clo. Truely a pecke of prouander. I could mounch your
15441485good dry Oates. Me thinkes, I haue a great de
sire to a bot
- 15451486tle of hay. Good hay,
sweete hay hath no fellow.
15471487Ty. I haue a venturous Fairy, that
shall
seeke the Squirils(hoord,
15501489Clo. I had rather haue a handfull, or two of dryed pea
se.
15511490But, I pray you, let none of your people
stirre me: I haue an
15521491expo
sition of
sleepe come vpon mee.
15531492Tyta. Sleepe thou, and I will winde thee in my armes.
15541493Faieries be gon, and be alwaies away.
15551494So doth the woodbine, the
sweete Honi
suckle,
15561495Gently entwi
st: the female Iuy
so
15571496Enrings the barky
fingers of the Elme.
O
A Midsommer nightes dreame.
15581497O how I loue thee! how I dote on thee!
15601499Ob. Welcome good
Robin. See
st thou this
sweete
sight?
15621500Her dotage now I doe beginne to pittie.
15631501For meeting her of late, behinde the wood,
15641502Seeking
sweete fauours for this hatefull foole,
15651503I did vpbraid her, and fall out with her.
15661504For
she his hairy temples then had rounded,
15671505With coronet of fre
sh and fragrant
flowers.
15681506And that
same deawe which
sometime on the buddes,
15691507Was wont to
swell, like round and orient pearles;
15701508Stood now within the pretty
flouriets eyes,
15711509Like teares, that did their owne di
sgrace bewaile.
15721510When I had, at my plea
sure, taunted her,
15731511And
she, in milde tearmes, begd my patience,
15741512I then did a
ske of her, her changeling childe:
15751513Which
straight
she gaue mee, and her Fairy
sent
15761514To beare him, to my bower, in Fairie land.
15771515And now I haue the boy, I will vndoe
15781516This hatefull imperfe
ction of her eyes.
15791517And, gentle
Puck, take this tran
sformed
scalpe,
15801518From of the heade of this
Athenian swaine;
15811519That hee, awaking when the other do,
15821520May all to
Athens backe againe repaire,
15831521And thinke no more of this nights accidents,
15841522But as the fearce vexation of a dreame.
15851523But
fir
st I will relea
se the Fairy Queene.
Be, as thou wast wont to bee:
15891527Hath
such force, and ble
ssed power.
15901528Now, my
Titania, wake you, my
sweete Queene.
15911529Tita. My
Oberon, what vi
sions haue I
seene!
15921530Me thought I was enamourd of an A
sse.
Tita.
A Midsommer nightes dreame.
15941532Tita. How came the
se things to pa
sse?
15951533O, how mine eyes doe loath his vi
sage now!
15961534Ob. Silence a while.
Robin, take o
ff this head:
15971535Titania, mu
sicke call, and
strike more dead
15981536Then common
sleepe: of all the
se,
fine the
sen
se.
15991537Ti. Mu
sick, howe mu
sick:
such as charmeth
sleepe.
16011538Rob. Now, when thou wak'
st, with thine own fools eyes (peepe.
16031539Ob. Sound Mu
sick: come, my queen, take hands with me,
16041540And rocke the ground whereon the
se
sleepers be.
16051541Now, thou and I are new in amitie,
16061542And will to morrow midnight,
solemnely
16071543Daunce, in Duke
Theseus hou
se triumphantly,
16081544And ble
sse it to all faire pro
speritie.
16091545There
shall the paires of faithfull louers be
16101546Wedded, with
Theseus, all in iollitie.
16111547Rob. Fairy King, attend, and marke:
16131549Ob. Then my Queene, in
silence
sad,
16151551We, the Globe, can compa
sse
soone,
16161552Swifter then the wandring Moone.
16171553Tita. Come my Lord, and in our
flight,
16211556With the
se mortals on the ground.
Exeunt. VVinde horne. 16231557Enter Theseus and all his traine. 16241558The. Goe one of you,
finde out the forre
ster:
16251559For now our ob
seruation is performde.
16261560And
since we haue the vaward of the day,
16271561My loue
shall heare the mu
sicke of my hounds.
16281562Vncouple, in the we
sterne vallie, let them goe:
16291563Di
spatch I
say, and
finde the forre
ster.
16301564Wee will, faire Queene, vp to the mountaines toppe,
16311565And marke the mu
sicall confu
sion
16321566Of hounds and Echo in coniun
ction.
Hippol.
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
A Midsommer nightes dreame.
16701602To
sleepe by hate, and feare no enmitie,
16711603Lys. My Lord, I
shal reply amazedly,
16721604Halfe
sleepe, halfe waking. But, as yet, I
sweare,
16731605I cannot truely
say how I came here.
16741606But as I thinke (for truely would I
speake)
16751607And now I doe bethinke mee,
so it is;
16761608I came with
Hermia, hither. Our intent
16771609Was to be gon from
Athens: where we might
16781610Without the perill of the
Athenian lawe,
16791611Ege. Enough, enough my Lord: you haue enough.
16801612I begge the law, the law, vpon his head:
16811613They would haue
stolne away, they would,
Demetrius,
16821614Thereby to haue defeated you and me:
16831615You of your wife, and mee, of my con
sent:
16841616Of my con
sent, that
she
should be your wife.
16851617Deme. My Lord, faire
Helen told me of their
stealth,
16861618Of this their purpo
se hither, to this wood,
16871619And I in fury hither followed them;
16881620Faire
Helena, in fancy following mee.
16891621But my good Lord, I wote not by what power
16901622(But by
some power it is) my loue,
16921624Seemes to me now as the remembrance of an idle gaude,
16931625Which in my childehoode I did dote vpon:
16941626And all the faith, the vertue of my heart,
16951627The obie
ct and the plea
sure of mine eye,
16961628Is onely
Helena. To her, my Lord,
16971629Was I betrothed, ere I
see
Hermia: 16981630But, like a
sickne
sse, did I loath this foode.
16991631But, as in health, come to my naturall ta
ste,
17001632Now I doe wi
sh it, loue it, long for it,
17011633And will for euermore be true to it.
17021634The. Faire louers, you are fortunately met.
17031635Of this di
scour
se, we more will here anon.
Egeus,
A Midsommer nightes dreame.
17041636Egeus, I will ouerbeare your will:
17051637For in the Temple, by and by, with vs,
17061638The
se couples
shall eternally be knit.
17071639And, for the morning now is
somthing worne,
17081640Our purpos'd hunting
shall be
set a
side.
17091641Away, with vs, to
Athens. Three and three,
17101642Weele holde a fea
st, in great
solemnitie. Come
Hyppolita.
17121643Deme. The
se things
seeme
small and vndi
stingui
shable,
17131644Like farre o
ff mountaines turned into clouds.
17141645Her. Me thinks I
see the
se things, with parted eye,
17171648And I haue found
Demetrius, like a iewell,
17191651That we are awake? It
seemes to me,
17201652That yet we
sleepe, we dreame. Do not you thinke,
17211653The Duke was here, and bid vs follow him?
17241656Lys. And he did bid vs follow to the Temple.
17251657Dem. Why then, we are awake: lets follow him, and by
17261658the way lets recount our dreames.
17281659Clo. When my cue comes, call mee, and I will an
swere.
17291660My next is, mo
st faire
Pyramus. Hey ho.
Peeter Quince?
17301661Flute, the bellowes mender?
Snout the tinker?
Starueling?
17311662Gods my life! Stolne hence, and left mee a
sleepe? I haue
17321663had a mo
st rare vi
sion. I haue had a dreame, pa
st the wit
17331664of man, to
say; what dreame it was. Man is but an A
sse, if
17341665hee goe about expound this dreame. Me thought I was,
17351666there is no man can tell what. Me thought I was, and me
17361667thought I had. But man is but patcht a foole, If hee will
17371668o
ffer to
say, what mee thought I had. The eye of man
17381669hath not heard, the eare of man hath not
seene, mans
hand
A Midsommer nightes dreame.
17391670hand is not able to ta
ste, his tongue to conceiue, nor his
17401671hearte to report, what my dreame was. I will get
Pet- 17411672ter Quince to write a Ballet of this dreame: it
shall be
17421673call'd
Bottoms Dreame; becau
se it hath no bottome: and
17431674I will
sing it in the latter end of a Play, before the Duke.
17441675Peraduenture, to make it the more gratious, I
shall
sing