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And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale..
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me:
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And tailor cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe ;
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But, room, Faery, here comes Oberon.
Fai. And here my mistress : 'would that he were
gone.

SCENE II.
Enter OBERON, in a car, with his truin, R. V. E., and

TITANIA, in a cur, with hers, L. v. E. Obe. (R.) I'll meet by moonlight, proud Titania. Tit. (..) What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip hence; I have forsworn his bed and company.

Obe. Tarry, rash wanton ; am not I thy lord ?

Tit. Then I must be thy lady: but I know
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep of India ?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded; and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.

Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?
And make him with fair Æglé break bis faith
With Ariadne and Antiopa ?
Tit. These are the forgeries of jealousy:

since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beachy margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore, the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea

And never,

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Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,
Have every pelting river made so proud,
That they have overborne their continents :
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard :
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud;
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable :
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol bless'd :-
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound :
And thorough this distemperature, we see
The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ;
And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries ; and the 'mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which :
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissention ;
We are their parents and original.

Obe. Do you amend it then ; it lies in you :
Why should Titania cross her Oberon ?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.

Tit. Set your heart at rest,
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a vot'ress of my order :
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
And set with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laugh’d to see the sails conceive,
And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind :
Which she with pretty and with swimming gait
(Following her womb, then rich with my young squire),
Would imitate ; and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,

As from a voyage, rich with merchandize.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy:
And, for her sake, I will not part with him.

Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay?

Tit. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day.
If you will patiently dance in our round,
And see our moonlight revels, go with us ;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.

Tit. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.

[Exeunt Titania and her Train, R. Obe. (c). Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this

grove, Till I torment thee for this injury.My gentle Puck, come hither: [Puck advances to Oberon.]

thou remember'st,
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.

Puck. (L.C.) I remember.

Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid, all arm’d: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quencb'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound, Apd maidens call it, love-in-idleness. Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once : The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid, Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

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Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,
Have every pelting river made so proud,
That they have overborne their continents :
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard :
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud;
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable :
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol bless'd :-
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature, we see
The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries ; and the 'mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which :
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissention ;
We are their parents and original.

Obe. Do you amend it then ; it lies in you :
Why should Titania cross her Oberon ?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.

Tit. Set your heart at rest,
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votress of my order :
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
And set with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laugh’d to see the sails conceive,
And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind :
Which she with pretty and with swimming gait
(Following her womb, then rich with my young squire),
Would imitate ; and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,

As from a voyage, rich with merchandize.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die ;
And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy:
And, for her sake, I will not part with him.

Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay?

Tit. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day.
If you will patiently dance in our round,
And see our moonlight revels, go with us;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.

Tit. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.

[Exeunt Titanin and her Train, R. Obe. (c). Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this

grove, Till I torment thee for this injury. My gentle Puck, come hither: [Puck advances to Oberon.]

thou remember'st,
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.

Puck. (L.C.) I remember.

Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid, all arm’d: a certain aim he took At a fáir vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial votress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it, love-in-idleness. Fetcb me that flower; the herb I showed thee once : The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid, Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the pext live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

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