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| BOTTOM |
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| Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get you your weapons in |
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| your hand and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a |
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| thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not |
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| fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good |
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| monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be |
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| loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.— |
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| Where's Monsieur Mustardseed? |
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| OBERON |
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| Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet sight? |
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| Her dotage now I do begin to pity. |
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| For, meeting her of late behind the wood, |
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| Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool, |
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| I did upbraid her and fall out with her: |
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| For she his hairy temples then had rounded |
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| With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; |
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| And that same dew, which sometime on the buds |
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| Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, |
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| Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes, |
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| Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. |
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| When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her, |
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| And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, |
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| I then did ask of her her changeling child; |
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| Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent |
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| To bear him to my bower in fairy-land. |
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| And now I have the boy, I will undo |
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| This hateful imperfection of her eyes. |
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| And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp |
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| From off the head of this Athenian swain, |
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| That he awaking when the other do, |
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| May all to Athens back again repair, |
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| And think no more of this night's accidents |
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| But as the fierce vexation of a dream. |
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| But first I will release the fairy queen. |
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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. |
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Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower |
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Hath such force and blessed power. |
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| Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. |
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| OBERON |
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| Sound, music.[Still music.]Come, my queen, take hands with me, |
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| And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. |
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| Now thou and I are new in amity, |
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| And will to-morrow midnight solemnly |
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| Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, |
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| And bless it to all fair prosperity: |
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| There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be |
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| Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. |
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| THESEUS |
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| Go, one of you, find out the forester;— |
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| For now our observation is perform'd; |
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| And since we have the vaward of the day, |
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| My love shall hear the music of my hounds,— |
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| Uncouple in the western valley; go:— |
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| Despatch, I say, and find the forester.— |
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| HIPPOLYTA |
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| I was with Hercules and Cadmus once |
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| When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear |
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| With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear |
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| Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, |
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| The skies, the fountains, every region near |
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| Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard |
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| So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. |
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| THESEUS |
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| My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, |
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| So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung |
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| With ears that sweep away the morning dew; |
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| Crook-knee'd and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; |
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| Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, |
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| Each under each. A cry more tuneable |
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| Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, |
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| In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly. |
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| Judge when you hear.—But, soft, what nymphs are these? |
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| LYSANDER |
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| My lord, I shall reply amazedly, |
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| Half 'sleep, half waking; but as yet, I swear, |
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| I cannot truly say how I came here: |
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| But, as I think,—for truly would I speak— |
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| And now I do bethink me, so it is,— |
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| I came with Hermia hither: our intent |
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| Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be, |
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| Without the peril of the Athenian law. |
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| EGEUS |
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| Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; |
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| I beg the law, the law upon his head.— |
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| They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius, |
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| Thereby to have defeated you and me: |
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| You of your wife, and me of my consent,— |
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| Of my consent that she should be your wife. |
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| DEMETRIUS |
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| My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, |
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| Of this their purpose hither to this wood; |
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| And I in fury hither follow'd them, |
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| Fair Helena in fancy following me. |
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| But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,— |
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| But by some power it is,—my love to Hermia, |
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| Melted as the snow—seems to me now |
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| As the remembrance of an idle gawd |
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| Which in my childhood I did dote upon: |
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| And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, |
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| The object and the pleasure of mine eye, |
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| Is only Helena. To her, my lord, |
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| Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia: |
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| But, like a sickness, did I loathe this food; |
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| But, as in health, come to my natural taste, |
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| Now I do wish it, love it, long for it, |
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| And will for evermore be true to it. |
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| THESEUS |
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| Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: |
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| Of this discourse we more will hear anon.— |
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| Egeus, I will overbear your will; |
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| For in the temple, by and by with us, |
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| These couples shall eternally be knit. |
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| And, for the morning now is something worn, |
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| Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.— |
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| Away with us to Athens, three and three, |
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| We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.— |
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| Come, Hippolyta. |
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| BOTTOM |
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| When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is 'Most |
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| fair Pyramus.'—Heigh-ho!—Peter Quince! Flute, the |
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| bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, |
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| stol'n hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare |
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| vision. I have had a dream—past the wit of man to say |
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| what dream it was.—Man is but an ass if he go about |
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| to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell |
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| what. Methought I was, and methought I had,—but man is but a |
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| patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The |
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| eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's |
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| hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart |
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| to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a |
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| ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because |
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| it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a |
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| play, before the duke: peradventure, to make it the more |
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| gracious, I shall sing it at her death. |
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