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Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's naine 0, teach me how you look; and with wbat art wbich is thought fit, through all Athens, to play it You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his

Her. Í frown upon bim, yet he loves me still. wedding-day at niglat. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play such skill!

treats on; then read the names of the actors; and Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. so grow to a point. Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection Quin. Marry, our play is—The most lamentable move !

comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Thisby. Hel. The more I love, the more be bateth me. Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. and a merry.–Now, good Peter Quince, call forth Hel. None, but your beauty; 'Would that fault your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourwere mine!

selves. Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face; Quin. Answer, as I call you.-Nick Bottom, the Lysander and myself will fy this place.Before the time I did Lysander see,

Bot. Ready. Name what part I am for, and Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me :

proceed. O thon, what graces in my love do dwell,

Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for PyT'hat he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold : Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? To.morrow night when Phæbe doth behold

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,

for love. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,

Bot. That will ask some tears in the true per(A time that lovers' Rights doth still conceal,). forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to Through Athens' gutes have we devis'd to steal. their eyes ; I will move storms, I will condole in

Her. And in the wood, where often you and I some measure. To the rest :-Yet my chief humour Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie, is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet; to tear a cat in, to make all split. There my Lysander and myself shall meet : And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,

" The raging rocks, To seek new friends and stranger companies..

“ With shivering shocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,

“ Shall break the locks And good luck grant theo thy Demetrius !

“ Of prison-gates : Keep word, Lysander : we must starve our sight

" And Phibbus' car From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.

• Shall shine from far, [Exit HERMIA.

" And make and mar Lys. I will, my Hermia.—Helena adieu :

“ The foolish fates." As you on bim, Demetrius dote on you ! [Exit Lys.

Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be! This was lofty !_Now name the rest of the playe:5. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. --This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein ; a lover 18 But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; more condoling: He will not know what all but he do know.

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

Flu. Here, Peter Quince. So I, admiring of his qualities.

Quin. You must take Tbisby on you. Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must lovo. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I And therefore is wing's Cupid paioted blind.

have a beard coming. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste ; Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : mask, and you may speak as small as you will. And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thishy Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

too : I'll speak in a monstrous little voice;Thisne, As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, Thisne,--Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear ; thy Thisby So the boy Love is perjur'd everywhere : dear! and lady dear! For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Flute, you Thisby. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, Bot. Well, proceed. So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:

Star. Here, Peter Quince. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby Pursue her; and for this intelligence

mother.-Tom Snout, the tinker. If I have tbanks, it is a dear expense :

Snout. Here, Peter Quince. But herein mean I to enrich my pain,

Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby' To bave his sight thither and back again. (Exit. father ;-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part :SCENE II.-The same. A Room in a Cottage.

and, I hope, here is a play fitted.

Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? pray Enter Snug, BettOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, Quince, and you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study: STARVELING.

Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing Quin. Is all our company here?

but roaring. Brit. ”ou were best to call them generally, man Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that man, according to the scrip.

I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will

roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar Because that she, as her attendant, hath again, Let him roar again.

A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king , Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you she never had so sweet a changeling : would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they And jealous Oberon would have the child would shriek; and that were enough to bang us all. Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild :

All. That would hang us every mother's son. But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy,

Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all hor fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have joy: no more discretion but to bang us : but I will ag. And now they never meet in grove, or green, gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, as any sucking dove ; I will roar you an'ıwere any But they do square; that all their elves, for fear, nightingale.

Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as

quite, one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, gentleman-like man ; therefore you must needs Callid Robin Goodfellow : are you not he, play Pyrainus.

That frigbe the maidens of the villagery; Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern, I best to play it io ?

And bootless make the breathless housewife chura ; Quin. Why, what you will.

And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; Bot. I will discharge it in either your Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? loured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your pur- Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, ple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour You do their work, and they shall have good luck : beard, your perfect yellow.

Are not you he? Quin. Some of your French crowos have no hair Puck.

Thou speak’st aright; at all, and then you will play bare-faced.—But, I am that merry wanderer of the night. masters; bere are your parts : and I am to entreat I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, Fou, request you, and desire you, to con them by When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, Neigbing in likeness of a filly foal: a mile without the town, by moonlight; there and sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, will we rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we In very likness of a roasted crab; shall be dog'd with company, and our devices And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, known. In the mean time I will draw a bill of And on ber wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. properties, such as our play wants. I pray you

The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, fail me not.

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; perfect; adieu.

And then the whole quire hold their hips, and Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.

loffe ; B*t. Enough ; Hold, or cut bow-strings. [Eseunt. And waxen in their mirth, and neeze and swear

A merrier hour was never wasted there.-
But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon.
Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he

were gone!

SCENE II.- Enter Oberon, at one door, with his ACT II.

and TITANIA, at another, with hers.

Obe. Il met by moon-light, proud Titania.
SCENE I.– A Wood near Athens.

Tita. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip bence,

I bare forsworn bis bed and company: Enter a Fairy at one door ; and Puck at another.

Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy ord ? Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know. Fai, Over hill, over dale,

When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
Thorough bush, thorougb briar,

And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Oser park, over pale,

Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
Thorough flood, thorough fire,

To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
I do wander every where,

Come from the farthest steep of India ? Swifter than the moones sphere;

But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, And I serve the fairy queen,

Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior !ovo, To dew her orbs upon the green :

To Theseus must be wedded ; and you come The cowslips tall ber pensioners be ;

To give their bed joy and prosperity. In their gold coats spols you see ;

Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, Tbose be rubies, fairy favours,

Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, In those freckles live their savours :

Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? I must go seek some dew-drops here,

Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering And hang a pearl in every cowship's ear.

night Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone ; From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? Our queen and all our elves come bere anon. And make bim with fair Æglé break his faith, Puck. The king doth keep bis revels here to With Ariadne, and Antiopa ? night;

Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy : Take beed, the queen come not within his sight. And never, since the middle summer's spring, For Obaron is passing fell and wrath.

Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,


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By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,

And beard a mermaid, on a dolphia's back, Or on the beached margent of the sea,

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, To dance our rioglets to the whistling wind, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; But with thy brawls thou hast disturh'd our sport. And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,

To hear the sea-maid's music. As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea


I remember. Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,

Obe. That very time I saw (but thou could'st Have every pelting river made so proud,

not), That they have overborne their continents : Flying betweer. the cold moon and the earth, The ox bath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took The plougbman lost bis sweat; and the green corn At a fair vestal, throned by the west; Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard : And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow, The fold stands empty in the drowned field, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts · And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud; Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon. And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,

And the imperial vot'ress passed on, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable ;

In maiden meditation, fancy-free. The human mortals want their winter here; Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : No night is now with hymn or carol blest:- It fell upon a little western flower, Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Before, milk white; Dow purple with love's Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

wound, Tbat rheumatic diseases do abound :

And maidens call it love-in-idleness. And thorough this distemperature, we see

Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once ; The seasons alter : boary-headed frosts

The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;

Will make or man or woman madly dote And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,

Upon the next live creature that it sees. An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Fetch me this herb : and be thou here again, Is, as in mockery, set : The spring, the summer,

Ere the leviathan can swim a league. The chilling autumn, angry winter, change

Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, In forty minutes.

[Exit Puck. By their increase, now knows not which is which : Obe.

Having once this juice, And this same progeny of evil comes

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, From our debate, from our dissension;

And drop the liquor of it in ber eyes : We are their parents and original,

The next thing ihen she waking looks upon Ode. Do you amend it then: it lies in you.

(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

On meddling monkey, or on busy ape), I do but beg a little changeling boy,

She shall pursue it with the soul of love. To be my benchman.

And ere I take this charm off from her sight Iita.

Set your heart at rest (As I can take it, with another berb), The fairy land buys not the child of me.

ì'll make her render up her page to me. His mother was a vot’ress of my order :

But who comes bere? I am invisible ;
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,

And I will over-bear their conference.
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side ;
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,

Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. Marking the embarked traders on the flood;

Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me noi. When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ? And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : The one l'll slay, the other slayeth me. Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, Thuu told’st me, they were stol'n into this wood Following (her womb, then rich with my young And bere am I, and wood within this wood, squire,)

Because I cannot meet with Hermia. Would imitate ; and sail upon the land,

Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. To fetch me trifles, and return again,

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant ; As from a voyage, rich with merchandise, But yet you draw not iron, for my heart But she, being mortal, of that boy did die ; Is true as steel: Leave you your power to draw, And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy :

And I shall have no power to follow you. And, for her sake, I will not part with bim.

Dem. Do I entice you? Do ) speak you fair ? Obe. How long within this wood intend you Or, rather, do I not in plainest truih stay?

Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you ? Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding- Hel. And even for that do I love you the more. day.

I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, If you will patiently dance in our round,

The more you beat me, I will fawn on you :
And see our moon-light revels, go with us; Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
Tita. Not for thy kingdonı. Fairies away : What worser place can I beg in your love
We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. (And yet a place of high respect with me),

[Exeunt TITANIA and her train. Than to be used as you use your dog? Obe. Well, go thy way : thou shalt not from this Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my grove,

spirit; Till I torment thee for this injury.

For I am sick, when I do look on thee. My gentle Puck, come hitber: Thou remember'st Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you. Since once I sat upon a promontory,

Dem. You do impeach vour modesty too much,



this grove,

To leave the city, and commit yourseif

At our quaint spirits : Sing me now asleep; late the hands of one that loves you not ;

Then to your offices, and let me rost.
To trust the opportunity of night,
Aed the ill counsel of a desert place,

With the rich worth of your virginity.

J. Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.

1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue. It is not night, when I do see your face,

Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ; Ther fore I think I am not in the night:

Nexts, and blind-worms, do no wrong; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;

Come not ncar our fairy queen :
For you, in my respect, are all the world :
Then how can it be said, I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Philomel, with melody,
Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the

Sing in our swert lullaby; brakes,

Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Never harm, nor speil nor charm,
Hel. The wildest bath not such a beart as you.

Come our lovely lady nigh ;
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd ;
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase ;

So, good night, wiih lullaby.
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind

Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed ! 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here:
When cowardice pursues, ard valour flies.

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence. Dem. I will not stay ihy questions ; let me go :

Bcelles black, approach not near; Or, if thou follow me, do not believe

Worm, nor snail, do no offence. But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do me miscbief. Fy, Demetrius !

Philomel, with melody, &c.
Your Frongs do set a scandal on my sex :
We cannot fight for love, as men may do:

2 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.

Oce, aloof, stand sentinel. I'll follow thee, and make a beaven of hell,

(Eseun: Fairies. TITANIA sleeps. To die upon the hand I love so well.

Enter OBEBON. (Eseun: Dem. and Het. Obe. Fare thee well, nymph : ere bo do leave

Obe. What thou seest, when tbou dost wake,

[Squeeses the flower on Titania's eye-lids. Thou shalt fiy bim, and be sha!l seek thy love.

Do it for thy true-love take;

Love and languish for his sake;
Re-enter Puck.

Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Hast thou the lower there? Welcome, wanderer. Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
Puck. Ay, there it is.

In thy eye that shall appear
I pray thee, give it me.

When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
I knor a bank whereo: the wild thyme blows

Wake, when some vile thing ie pear. [Erit. Where ox-lips and the nodding viclet grows;

Enter LYSANDER and Hermia. Quite over-ca nopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,

wood; Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;

And to speak troth, I have forgot our way; And there the snake throws her edamell’d skin, We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :

And tarry for the comfort of the day. And with the juice of this I'll streak ber eyes,

Her. Be it so, Lysander, find you out a bed, And make ber full of hateful fantasies.

For I upon this bank will rest my bead. Take thou some of it, and seek througb this grove : One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both ; A sweet Atbepian lady is in love With a disdainful youtb : anoint his eyes ;

Her. Nay, good Lysander ; for my sake, my dear, But do it, when the next thing he espies

Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. May be the lady: Thou shalt koow the map

Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; By the Athenian garments he bath on.

Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. Effect it with some care; that he may prove

I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit ; More fond on ber, than she upor her love :

So that but one heart we can make of it: And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow,

Two bosoms interchained with an oath; Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. So then, two bosoms, and a single trotb.

(Ereunt. Then, by your side no bed-room me deny ;

For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. SCENE III.- Another part of the Wood. Her. Lysander riddles very prettily:

Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Enter TITANIA, with her train.

If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. Tita. Corce, now a roundel, and a fairy song : But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Then, for the third part of a minute, hence ; Lie furtber off ; in human modesty Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Such separation, as, may well be said, Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid: To make my small elves coats ; and some, keop So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : back

Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end ! The clainorous owl, tbat pightly hoots, and wunders Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer, say


And then end life, when I end loyalıy!

When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be That I did never, no, nor never can, press'd!

[They sleep. Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,

But you must flout my insufficiency?
Enter Puck.

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, Puck. Tbrough t! e forest bave I gone,

In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But Athenian found I none,

But fare you well : perforce I must confess,
On whose eyes I might approve

I tbongbt you lord of more true gentleness.
This flower's force in stirring love. 0, that a lady, of one man refus’d,
Night und silencs! who is here? Should, of another, therefore be abus'd ! [Erit
Weeds of Atbeos he doth wear :

Lys. She sees not Hermia :—Hermia, sleep thou
This is he, my master said,

Despised the Athenian maid ;

And never may'st thou come Lysander near!
And here the maiden, sleeping sound, For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
On the dank and dirty ground.

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Pretty soul! she durst not lie

Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Near this lack-love, kill courtesy.

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
All the power this charm doth owe : Of all be hated; but the most of me!
When thou wak'st, let love forbid And all my powers, address your love and might,
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Exi:.
So awake, when I am gone ;

Her. [starting.] Help me, Lysander, help me! For I must now to Oberon. [Erit.

do thy best, Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running.

To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast !

Ab me, for pity !-- what a dream was bere? Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Deme- Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear! trius.

Methought a serpent eat my beart away, Dem. I charge thee, bence, and do not haunt me And you, sat smiling at his cruel prey :thus.

Lysander! what, remov'd ? Lysander ! lord ! llel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. What, out of bearing ? gone ? no sound, no word ? Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear ;

[Exit DEMETRIUS. Speak, of all loves ; I swoon almost with fear.
Hel. 0, I am out of breath in this fond chase ! No ?-then I well perceive you are pot nigh:
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. (Ezit.
Ilappy is Hermia, whereso'er she lies;
For she bath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came ber eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears :
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than bers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For boasts that meet me, run away for fear :

Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine

SCENE I. -- The same. The Queen of Fairics Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ?

lying asleep. But who is here?-Lysander ! on the ground !

Enter Quince, SNUG, BOTTON, FLUTE, SNOUT, ur.d Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound !

Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Bot. Are we all met?

[Waking, Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conveTransparent Helena ! Nature here shows art, pient place for our rehearsal : This green plot shall That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-houso ; Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word

and we will do it in action, as we will do it before Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ?

the duke. Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: Bot. Peter Quince,What though he love your Hermia ? Lord, what Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? though?

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyromus Yer Hermia still loves you : then be content. and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyrius

Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies The tedious minutes I with her have spent. cannot abide. How answer you tbat ? Not Hermia, but Helena I love :

Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear. Who will not change a raven for a dove ?

Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, The will of man is by bis reason sway'd :

when all is donm. And reason says you are the wortbier maid.

Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all Things growing are not ripe until their season; well. Write me a prologue : and let the prologue So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords: And touching now the point of human skill, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed : and, for the Reason becomes the marshal to my will,

more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyramus ani And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver : This will Lore's stories, writ'en in love's richest book. put them out of fear. Hel Wherefore was I to this keen mockery Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and born ?

it shall be written in eight and six.

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