Act IV, Scene i
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| | TITANIA | |
| | Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, | |
| While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, | |
| | And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, | |
| And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. | |
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | Where's Peasblossom? | |
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | Scratch my head, Peasblossom.— | |
| | Where's Monsieur Cobweb? | |
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get you your weapons in | |
| | your hand and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a | |
| | thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not | |
| | fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good | |
| | monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be | |
| | loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.— | |
| | Where's Monsieur Mustardseed? | |
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | Give me your neif, Monsieur Mustardseed. | |
| | Pray you, leave your curtsy, good monsieur. | |
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| | MUSTARDSEED | |
| | What's your will? | |
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to | |
| | scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for methinks I am | |
| | marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, | |
| | if my hair do but tickle me I must scratch. | |
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| | TITANIA | |
| | What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? | |
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | I have a reasonable good ear in music; let us have the | |
| | tongs and the bones. | |
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| | TITANIA | |
| | Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. | |
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry | |
| | oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good | |
| | hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. | |
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| | TITANIA | |
| | I have a venturous fairy that shall seek | |
| | The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. | |
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. But, | |
| | I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an | |
| | exposition of sleep come upon me. | |
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| | TITANIA | |
| | Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. | |
| | Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. | |
| | So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle | |
| | Gently entwist,—the female ivy so | |
| | Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. | |
| | O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! | |
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[OBERON advances. Enter PUCK.]
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| | OBERON | |
| | Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet sight? | |
| | Her dotage now I do begin to pity. | |
| | For, meeting her of late behind the wood, | |
| | Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool, | |
| | I did upbraid her and fall out with her: | |
| | For she his hairy temples then had rounded | |
| | With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; | |
| | And that same dew, which sometime on the buds | |
| | Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, | |
| | Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes, | |
| | Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. | |
| | When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her, | |
| | And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, | |
| | I then did ask of her her changeling child; | |
| | Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent | |
| | To bear him to my bower in fairy-land. | |
| | And now I have the boy, I will undo | |
| | This hateful imperfection of her eyes. | |
| | And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp | |
| | From off the head of this Athenian swain, | |
| | That he awaking when the other do, | |
| | May all to Athens back again repair, | |
| | And think no more of this night's accidents | |
| | But as the fierce vexation of a dream. | |
| | But first I will release the fairy queen. | |
| Be as thou wast wont to be; | |
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[Touching her eyes with an herb.]
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| See as thou was wont to see. | |
| Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower | |
| Hath such force and blessed power. | |
| | Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. | |
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| | TITANIA | |
| | My Oberon! what visions have I seen! | |
| | Methought I was enamour'd of an ass. | |
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| | OBERON | |
| | There lies your love. | |
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| | TITANIA | |
| | How came these things to pass? | |
| | O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! | |
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| | OBERON | |
| | Silence awhile.—Robin, take off this head. | |
| | Titania, music call; and strike more dead | |
| | Than common sleep, of all these five, the sense. | |
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| | TITANIA | |
| | Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. | |
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| | PUCK | |
| | Now when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. | |
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| | OBERON | |
| | Sound, music.[Still music.]Come, my queen, take hands with me, | |
| | And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. | |
| | Now thou and I are new in amity, | |
| | And will to-morrow midnight solemnly | |
| | Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, | |
| | And bless it to all fair prosperity: | |
| | There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be | |
| | Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. | |
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| | PUCK | |
| | Fairy king, attend and mark; | |
| | I do hear the morning lark. | |
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| | OBERON | |
| Then, my queen, in silence sad, | |
| Trip we after night's shade. | |
| We the globe can compass soon, | |
| Swifter than the wand'ring moon. | |
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| | TITANIA | |
| Come, my lord; and in our flight, | |
| Tell me how it came this night | |
| That I sleeping here was found | |
| With these mortals on the ground. | |
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[Exeunt. Horns sound within.]
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| | THESEUS | |
| | Go, one of you, find out the forester;— | |
| | For now our observation is perform'd; | |
| | And since we have the vaward of the day, | |
| | My love shall hear the music of my hounds,— | |
| | Uncouple in the western valley; go:— | |
| | Despatch, I say, and find the forester.— | |
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| | We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, | |
| | And mark the musical confusion | |
| | Of hounds and echo in conjunction. | |
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| | HIPPOLYTA | |
| | I was with Hercules and Cadmus once | |
| | When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear | |
| | With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear | |
| | Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, | |
| | The skies, the fountains, every region near | |
| | Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard | |
| | So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. | |
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| | THESEUS | |
| | My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, | |
| | So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung | |
| | With ears that sweep away the morning dew; | |
| | Crook-knee'd and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; | |
| | Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, | |
| | Each under each. A cry more tuneable | |
| | Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, | |
| | In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly. | |
| | Judge when you hear.—But, soft, what nymphs are these? | |
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| | EGEUS | |
| | My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; | |
| | And this Lysander; this Demetrius is; | |
| | This Helena, old Nedar's Helena: | |
| | I wonder of their being here together. | |
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| | THESEUS | |
| | No doubt they rose up early to observe | |
| | The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, | |
| | Came here in grace of our solemnity.— | |
| | But speak, Egeus; is not this the day | |
| | That Hermia should give answer of her choice? | |
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| | THESEUS | |
| | Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. | |
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[Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER,HERMIA, and HELENAawake and start up.]
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| | Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past; | |
| | Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? | |
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| | LYSANDER | |
| | Pardon, my lord. | |
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[He and the rest kneel to THESEUS.]
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| | THESEUS | |
| | I pray you all, stand up. | |
| | I know you two are rival enemies; | |
| | How comes this gentle concord in the world, | |
| | That hatred is so far from jealousy | |
| | To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? | |
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| | LYSANDER | |
| | My lord, I shall reply amazedly, | |
| | Half 'sleep, half waking; but as yet, I swear, | |
| | I cannot truly say how I came here: | |
| | But, as I think,—for truly would I speak— | |
| | And now I do bethink me, so it is,— | |
| | I came with Hermia hither: our intent | |
| | Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be, | |
| | Without the peril of the Athenian law. | |
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| | EGEUS | |
| | Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; | |
| | I beg the law, the law upon his head.— | |
| | They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius, | |
| | Thereby to have defeated you and me: | |
| | You of your wife, and me of my consent,— | |
| | Of my consent that she should be your wife. | |
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| | DEMETRIUS | |
| | My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, | |
| | Of this their purpose hither to this wood; | |
| | And I in fury hither follow'd them, | |
| | Fair Helena in fancy following me. | |
| | But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,— | |
| | But by some power it is,—my love to Hermia, | |
| | Melted as the snow—seems to me now | |
| | As the remembrance of an idle gawd | |
| | Which in my childhood I did dote upon: | |
| | And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, | |
| | The object and the pleasure of mine eye, | |
| | Is only Helena. To her, my lord, | |
| | Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia: | |
| | But, like a sickness, did I loathe this food; | |
| | But, as in health, come to my natural taste, | |
| | Now I do wish it, love it, long for it, | |
| | And will for evermore be true to it. | |
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| | THESEUS | |
| | Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: | |
| | Of this discourse we more will hear anon.— | |
| | Egeus, I will overbear your will; | |
| | For in the temple, by and by with us, | |
| | These couples shall eternally be knit. | |
| | And, for the morning now is something worn, | |
| | Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.— | |
| | Away with us to Athens, three and three, | |
| | We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.— | |
| | Come, Hippolyta. | |
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[Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and Train.]
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| | DEMETRIUS | |
| | These things seem small and undistinguishable, | |
| | Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. | |
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| | HERMIA | |
| | Methinks I see these things with parted eye, | |
| | When every thing seems double. | |
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| | HELENA | |
| | So methinks: | |
| | And I have found Demetrius like a jewel. | |
| | Mine own, and not mine own. | |
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| | DEMETRIUS | |
| | It seems to me | |
| | That yet we sleep, we dream.—Do not you think | |
| | The duke was here, and bid us follow him? | |
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| | HERMIA | |
| | Yea, and my father. | |
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| | LYSANDER | |
| | And he did bid us follow to the temple. | |
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| | DEMETRIUS | |
| | Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him; | |
| | And by the way let us recount our dreams. | |
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[As they go out, BOTTOM awakes.]
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| | BOTTOM | |
| | When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is 'Most | |
| | fair Pyramus.'—Heigh-ho!—Peter Quince! Flute, the | |
| | bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, | |
| | stol'n hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare | |
| | vision. I have had a dream—past the wit of man to say | |
| | what dream it was.—Man is but an ass if he go about | |
| | to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell | |
| | what. Methought I was, and methought I had,—but man is but a | |
| | patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The | |
| | eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's | |
| | hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart | |
| | to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a | |
| | ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because | |
| | it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a | |
| | play, before the duke: peradventure, to make it the more | |
| | gracious, I shall sing it at her death. | |
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