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+ + + + +Dramatis Personae + +THESEUS, Duke of Athens. +EGEUS, father to Hermia. + + +LYSANDER +DEMETRIUS +in love with Hermia. + + +PHILOSTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus. +QUINCE, a carpenter. +SNUG, a joiner. +BOTTOM, a weaver. +FLUTE, a bellows-mender. +SNOUT, a tinker. +STARVELING, a tailor. +HIPPOLYTA, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus. +HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. +HELENA, in love with Demetrius. +OBERON, king of the fairies. +TITANIA, queen of the fairies. +PUCK, or Robin Goodfellow. + + +PEASEBLOSSOM +COBWEB +MOTH +MUSTARDSEED +fairies. + + +Other fairies attending their King and Queen. +Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. + + +SCENE Athens, and a wood near it. + +A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM + +ACT I + +SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. +Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and +Attendants + + +THESEUS +Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour +Draws on apace; four happy days bring in +Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow +This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, +Like to a step-dame or a dowager +Long withering out a young man revenue. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; +Four nights will quickly dream away the time; +And then the moon, like to a silver bow +New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night +Of our solemnities. + + + +THESEUS +Go, Philostrate, +Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; +Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; +Turn melancholy forth to funerals; +The pale companion is not for our pomp. +Exit PHILOSTRATE +Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, +And won thy love, doing thee injuries; +But I will wed thee in another key, +With pomp, with triumph and with revelling. + + + +Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS + + +EGEUS +Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! + + + +THESEUS +Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee? + + + +EGEUS +Full of vexation come I, with complaint +Against my child, my daughter Hermia. +Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, +This man hath my consent to marry her. +Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke, +This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child; +Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, +And interchanged love-tokens with my child: +Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, +With feigning voice verses of feigning love, +And stolen the impression of her fantasy +With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, +Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers +Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: +With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart, +Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, +To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke, +Be it so she; will not here before your grace +Consent to marry with Demetrius, +I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, +As she is mine, I may dispose of her: +Which shall be either to this gentleman +Or to her death, according to our law +Immediately provided in that case. + + + +THESEUS +What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid: +To you your father should be as a god; +One that composed your beauties, yea, and one +To whom you are but as a form in wax +By him imprinted and within his power +To leave the figure or disfigure it. +Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. + + + +HERMIA +So is Lysander. + + + +THESEUS +In himself he is; +But in this kind, wanting your father's voice, +The other must be held the worthier. + + + +HERMIA +I would my father look'd but with my eyes. + + + +THESEUS +Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. + + + +HERMIA +I do entreat your grace to pardon me. +I know not by what power I am made bold, +Nor how it may concern my modesty, +In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; +But I beseech your grace that I may know +The worst that may befall me in this case, +If I refuse to wed Demetrius. + + + +THESEUS +Either to die the death or to abjure +For ever the society of men. +Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; +Know of your youth, examine well your blood, +Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, +You can endure the livery of a nun, +For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, +To live a barren sister all your life, +Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. +Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, +To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; +But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, +Than that which withering on the virgin thorn +Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. + + + +HERMIA +So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, +Ere I will my virgin patent up +Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke +My soul consents not to give sovereignty. + + + +THESEUS +Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon-- +The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, +For everlasting bond of fellowship-- +Upon that day either prepare to die +For disobedience to your father's will, +Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would; +Or on Diana's altar to protest +For aye austerity and single life. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield +Thy crazed title to my certain right. + + + +LYSANDER +You have her father's love, Demetrius; +Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. + + + +EGEUS +Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love, +And what is mine my love shall render him. +And she is mine, and all my right of her +I do estate unto Demetrius. + + + +LYSANDER +I am, my lord, as well derived as he, +As well possess'd; my love is more than his; +My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, +If not with vantage, as Demetrius'; +And, which is more than all these boasts can be, +I am beloved of beauteous Hermia: +Why should not I then prosecute my right? +Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, +Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, +And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, +Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, +Upon this spotted and inconstant man. + + + +THESEUS +I must confess that I have heard so much, +And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; +But, being over-full of self-affairs, +My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; +And come, Egeus; you shall go with me, +I have some private schooling for you both. +For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself +To fit your fancies to your father's will; +Or else the law of Athens yields you up-- +Which by no means we may extenuate-- +To death, or to a vow of single life. +Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love? +Demetrius and Egeus, go along: +I must employ you in some business +Against our nuptial and confer with you +Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. + + + +EGEUS +With duty and desire we follow you. + + + +Exeunt all but LYSANDER and HERMIA + + +LYSANDER +How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale? +How chance the roses there do fade so fast? + + + +HERMIA +Belike for want of rain, which I could well +Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes. + + + +LYSANDER +Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, +Could ever hear by tale or history, +The course of true love never did run smooth; +But, either it was different in blood,-- + + + +HERMIA +O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low. + + + +LYSANDER +Or else misgraffed in respect of years,-- + + + +HERMIA +O spite! too old to be engaged to young. + + + +LYSANDER +Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-- + + + +HERMIA +O hell! to choose love by another's eyes. + + + +LYSANDER +Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, +War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, +Making it momentany as a sound, +Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; +Brief as the lightning in the collied night, +That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, +And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' +The jaws of darkness do devour it up: +So quick bright things come to confusion. + + + +HERMIA +If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, +It stands as an edict in destiny: +Then let us teach our trial patience, +Because it is a customary cross, +As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, +Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers. + + + +LYSANDER +A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia. +I have a widow aunt, a dowager +Of great revenue, and she hath no child: +From Athens is her house remote seven leagues; +And she respects me as her only son. +There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; +And to that place the sharp Athenian law +Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then, +Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; +And in the wood, a league without the town, +Where I did meet thee once with Helena, +To do observance to a morn of May, +There will I stay for thee. + + + +HERMIA +My good Lysander! +I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, +By his best arrow with the golden head, +By the simplicity of Venus' doves, +By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, +And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, +When the false Troyan under sail was seen, +By all the vows that ever men have broke, +In number more than ever women spoke, +In that same place thou hast appointed me, +To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. + + + +LYSANDER +Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena. + + + +Enter HELENA + + +HERMIA +God speed fair Helena! whither away? + + + +HELENA +Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. +Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! +Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air +More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, +When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. +Sickness is catching: O, were favour so, +Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; +My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, +My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. +Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, +The rest I'd give to be to you translated. +O, teach me how you look, and with what art +You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. + + + +HERMIA +I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. + + + +HELENA +O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! + + + +HERMIA +I give him curses, yet he gives me love. + + + +HELENA +O that my prayers could such affection move! + + + +HERMIA +The more I hate, the more he follows me. + + + +HELENA +The more I love, the more he hateth me. + + + +HERMIA +His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. + + + +HELENA +None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine! + + + +HERMIA +Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; +Lysander and myself will fly this place. +Before the time I did Lysander see, +Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me: +O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, +That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell! + + + +LYSANDER +Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: +To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold +Her silver visage in the watery glass, +Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, +A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal, +Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal. + + + +HERMIA +And in the wood, where often you and I +Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, +Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, +There my Lysander and myself shall meet; +And thence from Athens turn away our eyes, +To seek new friends and stranger companies. +Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us; +And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! +Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight +From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight. + + + +LYSANDER +I will, my Hermia. +Exit HERMIA +Helena, adieu: +As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! + + + +Exit + + +HELENA +How happy some o'er other some can be! +Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. +But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; +He will not know what all but he do know: +And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, +So I, admiring of his qualities: +Things base and vile, folding no quantity, +Love can transpose to form and dignity: +Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; +And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind: +Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; +Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: +And therefore is Love said to be a child, +Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. +As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, +So the boy Love is perjured every where: +For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, +He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine; +And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, +So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt. +I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: +Then to the wood will he to-morrow night +Pursue her; and for this intelligence +If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: +But herein mean I to enrich my pain, +To have his sight thither and back again. + + + +Exit + + +SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house. +Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and +STARVELING + + +QUINCE +Is all our company here? + + + +BOTTOM +You were best to call them generally, man by man, +according to the scrip. + + + +QUINCE +Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is +thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our +interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his +wedding-day at night. + + + +BOTTOM +First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats +on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow +to a point. + + + +QUINCE +Marry, our play is, The most lamentable comedy, and +most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby. + + + +BOTTOM +A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a +merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your +actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves. + + + +QUINCE +Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver. + + + +BOTTOM +Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed. + + + +QUINCE +You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. + + + +BOTTOM +What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant? + + + +QUINCE +A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love. + + + +BOTTOM +That will ask some tears in the true performing of +it: if I do it, let the audience look to their +eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some +measure. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a +tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to +tear a cat in, to make all split. +The raging rocks +And shivering shocks +Shall break the locks +Of prison gates; +And Phibbus' car +Shall shine from far +And make and mar +The foolish Fates. +This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players. +This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is +more condoling. + + + +QUINCE +Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. + + + +FLUTE +Here, Peter Quince. + + + +QUINCE +Flute, you must take Thisby on you. + + + +FLUTE +What is Thisby? a wandering knight? + + + +QUINCE +It is the lady that Pyramus must love. + + + +FLUTE +Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming. + + + +QUINCE +That's all one: you shall play it in a mask, and +you may speak as small as you will. + + + +BOTTOM +An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll +speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne, +Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear, +and lady dear!' + + + +QUINCE +No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby. + + + +BOTTOM +Well, proceed. + + + +QUINCE +Robin Starveling, the tailor. + + + +STARVELING +Here, Peter Quince. + + + +QUINCE +Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother. +Tom Snout, the tinker. + + + +SNOUT +Here, Peter Quince. + + + +QUINCE +You, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's father: +Snug, the joiner; you, the lion's part: and, I +hope, here is a play fitted. + + + +SNUG +Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it +be, give it me, for I am slow of study. + + + +QUINCE +You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring. + + + +BOTTOM +Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will +do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, +that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, +let him roar again.' + + + +QUINCE +An you should do it too terribly, you would fright +the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; +and that were enough to hang us all. + + + +ALL +That would hang us, every mother's son. + + + +BOTTOM +I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the +ladies out of their wits, they would have no more +discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my +voice so that I will roar you as gently as any +sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any +nightingale. + + + +QUINCE +You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a +sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a +summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man: +therefore you must needs play Pyramus. + + + +BOTTOM +Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best +to play it in? + + + +QUINCE +Why, what you will. + + + +BOTTOM +I will discharge it in either your straw-colour +beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain +beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your +perfect yellow. + + + +QUINCE +Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and +then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here +are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request +you and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; +and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the +town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if +we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with +company, and our devices known. In the meantime I +will draw a bill of properties, such as our play +wants. I pray you, fail me not. + + + +BOTTOM +We will meet; and there we may rehearse most +obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu. + + + +QUINCE +At the duke's oak we meet. + + + +BOTTOM +Enough; hold or cut bow-strings. + + + +Exeunt + + + + +ACT II + +SCENE I. A wood near Athens. +Enter, from opposite sides, a Fairy, and PUCK + + +PUCK +How now, spirit! whither wander you? + + + +Fairy +Over hill, over dale, +Thorough bush, thorough brier, +Over park, over pale, +Thorough flood, thorough fire, +I do wander everywhere, +Swifter than the moon's sphere; +And I serve the fairy queen, +To dew her orbs upon the green. +The cowslips tall her pensioners be: +In their gold coats spots you see; +Those be rubies, fairy favours, +In those freckles live their savours: +I must go seek some dewdrops here +And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. +Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone: +Our queen and all our elves come here anon. + + + +PUCK +The king doth keep his revels here to-night: +Take heed the queen come not within his sight; +For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, +Because that she as her attendant hath +A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king; +She never had so sweet a changeling; +And jealous Oberon would have the child +Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild; +But she perforce withholds the loved boy, +Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy: +And now they never meet in grove or green, +By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen, +But, they do square, that all their elves for fear +Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there. + + + +Fairy +Either I mistake your shape and making quite, +Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite +Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he +That frights the maidens of the villagery; +Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern +And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; +And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; +Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? +Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, +You do their work, and they shall have good luck: +Are not you he? + + + +PUCK +Thou speak'st aright; +I am that merry wanderer of the night. +I jest to Oberon and make him smile +When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, +Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: +And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, +In very likeness of a roasted crab, +And when she drinks, against her lips I bob +And on her wither'd dewlap 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 laugh, +And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear +A merrier hour was never wasted there. +But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon. + + + +Fairy +And here my mistress. Would that he were gone! + + + +Enter, from one side, OBERON, with his train; +from the other, TITANIA, with hers + + +OBERON +Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. + + + +TITANIA +What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: +I have forsworn his bed and company. + + + +OBERON +Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord? + + + +TITANIA +Then I must be thy lady: but I know +When thou hast stolen 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 Steppe 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. + + + +OBERON +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 AEgle break his faith, +With Ariadne and Antiopa? + + + +TITANIA +These are the forgeries of jealousy: +And never, since the middle summer's spring, +Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, +By paved fountain or by rushy brook, +Or in the beached 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 +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 murrion 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 blest: +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 +Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, +And on old Hiems' thin 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 dissension; +We are their parents and original. + + + +OBERON +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. + + + +TITANIA +Set your heart at rest: +The fairy land buys not the child of me. +His mother was a votaress of my order: +And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, +Full often hath she gossip'd by my side, +And sat 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 merchandise. +But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; +And for her sake do I rear up her boy, +And for her sake I will not part with him. + + + +OBERON +How long within this wood intend you stay? + + + +TITANIA +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. + + + +OBERON +Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. + + + +TITANIA +Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away! +We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. + + + +Exit TITANIA with her train + + +OBERON +Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove +Till I torment thee for this injury. +My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememberest +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 +I remember. + + + +OBERON +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 loosed 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 watery moon, +And the imperial votaress 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. +Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee once: +The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids 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. + + + +PUCK +I'll put a girdle round about the earth +In forty minutes. + + + +Exit + + +OBERON +Having once this juice, +I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, +And drop the liquor of it in her eyes. +The next thing then she waking looks upon, +Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, +On meddling monkey, or on busy ape, +She shall pursue it with the soul of love: +And ere I take this charm from off her sight, +As I can take it with another herb, +I'll make her render up her page to me. +But who comes here? I am invisible; +And I will overhear their conference. + + + +Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA, following him + + +DEMETRIUS +I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. +Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? +The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. +Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood; +And here am I, and wode within this wood, +Because I cannot meet my Hermia. +Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. + + + +HELENA +You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; +But yet you draw not iron, for my heart +Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw, +And I shall have no power to follow you. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Do I entice you? do I speak you fair? +Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth +Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you? + + + +HELENA +And even for that do I love you the more. +I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, +The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: +Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, +Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, +Unworthy as I am, to follow you. +What worser place can I beg in your love,-- +And yet a place of high respect with me,-- +Than to be used as you use your dog? + + + +DEMETRIUS +Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; +For I am sick when I do look on thee. + + + +HELENA +And I am sick when I look not on you. + + + +DEMETRIUS +You do impeach your modesty too much, +To leave the city and commit yourself +Into the hands of one that loves you not; +To trust the opportunity of night +And the ill counsel of a desert place +With the rich worth of your virginity. + + + +HELENA +Your virtue is my privilege: for that +It is not night when I do see your face, +Therefore I think I am not in the night; +Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, +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? + + + +DEMETRIUS +I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, +And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. + + + +HELENA +The wildest hath not such a heart as you. +Run when you will, the story shall be changed: +Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; +The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind +Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, +When cowardice pursues and valour flies. + + + +DEMETRIUS +I will not stay thy questions; let me go: +Or, if thou follow me, do not believe +But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. + + + +HELENA +Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, +You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! +Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: +We cannot fight for love, as men may do; +We should be wood and were not made to woo. +Exit DEMETRIUS +I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, +To die upon the hand I love so well. + + + +Exit + + +OBERON +Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove, +Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love. +Re-enter PUCK +Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. + + + +PUCK +Ay, there it is. + + + +OBERON +I pray thee, give it me. +I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, +Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, +Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, +With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: +There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, +Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; +And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, +Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in: +And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, +And make her full of hateful fantasies. +Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: +A sweet Athenian lady is in love +With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; +But do it when the next thing he espies +May be the lady: thou shalt know the man +By the Athenian garments he hath on. +Effect it with some care, that he may prove +More fond on her than she upon her love: +And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. + + + +PUCK +Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE II. Another part of the wood. +Enter TITANIA, with her train + + +TITANIA +Come, now a roundel and a fairy song; +Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; +Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, +Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings, +To make my small elves coats, and some keep back +The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders +At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep; +Then to your offices and let me rest. +The Fairies sing +You spotted snakes with double tongue, +Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; +Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, +Come not near our fairy queen. +Philomel, with melody +Sing in our sweet lullaby; +Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby: +Never harm, +Nor spell nor charm, +Come our lovely lady nigh; +So, good night, with lullaby. +Weaving spiders, come not here; +Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence! +Beetles black, approach not near; +Worm nor snail, do no offence. +Philomel, with melody, &c. + + + +Fairy +Hence, away! now all is well: +One aloof stand sentinel. + + +Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps +Enter OBERON and squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eyelids + + +OBERON +What thou seest when thou dost wake, +Do it for thy true-love take, +Love and languish for his sake: +Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, +Pard, or boar with bristled hair, +In thy eye that shall appear +When thou wakest, it is thy dear: +Wake when some vile thing is near. + + +Exit +Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA + + +LYSANDER +Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; +And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: +We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, +And tarry for the comfort of the day. + + + +HERMIA +Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed; +For I upon this bank will rest my head. + + + +LYSANDER +One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; +One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. + + + +HERMIA +Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, +Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. + + + +LYSANDER +O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! +Love takes the meaning in love's conference. +I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit +So that but one heart we can make of it; +Two bosoms interchained with an oath; +So then two bosoms and a single troth. +Then by your side no bed-room me deny; +For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. + + + +HERMIA +Lysander riddles very prettily: +Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, +If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. +But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy +Lie further off; in human modesty, +Such separation as may well be said +Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, +So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend: +Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! + + + +LYSANDER +Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; +And then end life when I end loyalty! +Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest! + + + +HERMIA +With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd! + + +They sleep +Enter PUCK + + +PUCK +Through the forest have I gone. +But Athenian found I none, +On whose eyes I might approve +This flower's force in stirring love. +Night and silence.--Who is here? +Weeds of Athens he doth wear: +This is he, my master said, +Despised the Athenian maid; +And here the maiden, sleeping sound, +On the dank and dirty ground. +Pretty soul! she durst not lie +Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. +Churl, upon thy eyes I throw +All the power this charm doth owe. +When thou wakest, let love forbid +Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: +So awake when I am gone; +For I must now to Oberon. + + +Exit +Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running + + +HELENA +Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. + + + +DEMETRIUS +I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. + + + +HELENA +O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go. + + + +Exit + + +HELENA +O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! +The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. +Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; +For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. +How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: +If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. +No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; +For beasts 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 +Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? +But who is here? Lysander! on the ground! +Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. +Lysander if you live, good sir, awake. + + + +LYSANDER +Awaking And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. +Transparent Helena! Nature shows art, +That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. +Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word +Is that vile name to perish on my sword! + + + +HELENA +Do not say so, Lysander; say not so +What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? +Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. + + + +LYSANDER +Content with Hermia! No; I do repent +The tedious minutes I with her have spent. +Not Hermia but Helena I love: +Who will not change a raven for a dove? +The will of man is by his reason sway'd; +And reason says you are the worthier maid. +Things growing are not ripe until their season +So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; +And touching now the point of human skill, +Reason becomes the marshal to my will +And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook +Love's stories written in love's richest book. + + + +HELENA +Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? +When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? +Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, +That I did never, no, nor never can, +Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, +But you must flout my insufficiency? +Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, +In such disdainful manner me to woo. +But fare you well: perforce I must confess +I thought you lord of more true gentleness. +O, that a lady, of one man refused. +Should of another therefore be abused! + + + +Exit + + +LYSANDER +She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there: +And never mayst thou come Lysander near! +For as a surfeit of the sweetest things +The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, +Or as tie heresies that men do leave +Are hated most of those they did deceive, +So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, +Of all be hated, but the most of me! +And, all my powers, address your love and might +To honour Helen and to be her knight! + + + +Exit + + +HERMIA +Awaking Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best +To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! +Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here! +Lysander, look how I do quake with fear: +Methought a serpent eat my heart away, +And you sat smiling at his cruel pray. +Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! +What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word? +Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear; +Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear. +No? then I well perceive you all not nigh +Either death or you I'll find immediately. + + + +Exit + + + + +ACT III + +SCENE I. The wood. TITANIA lying asleep. +Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and +STARVELING + + +BOTTOM +Are we all met? + + + +QUINCE +Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place +for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our +stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we +will do it in action as we will do it before the duke. + + + +BOTTOM +Peter Quince,-- + + + +QUINCE +What sayest thou, bully Bottom? + + + +BOTTOM +There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and +Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must +draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies +cannot abide. How answer you that? + + + +SNOUT +By'r lakin, a parlous fear. + + + +STARVELING +I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done. + + + +BOTTOM +Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. +Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to +say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that +Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more +better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not +Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them +out of fear. + + + +QUINCE +Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be +written in eight and six. + + + +BOTTOM +No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. + + + +SNOUT +Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? + + + +STARVELING +I fear it, I promise you. + + + +BOTTOM +Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to +bring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, is a +most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful +wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to +look to 't. + + + +SNOUT +Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion. + + + +BOTTOM +Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must +be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself +must speak through, saying thus, or to the same +defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I would wish +You,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I would +entreat you,--not to fear, not to tremble: my life +for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it +were pity of my life: no I am no such thing; I am a +man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name +his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner. + + + +QUINCE +Well it shall be so. But there is two hard things; +that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for, +you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight. + + + +SNOUT +Doth the moon shine that night we play our play? + + + +BOTTOM +A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find +out moonshine, find out moonshine. + + + +QUINCE +Yes, it doth shine that night. + + + +BOTTOM +Why, then may you leave a casement of the great +chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon +may shine in at the casement. + + + +QUINCE +Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns +and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to +present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is +another thing: we must have a wall in the great +chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says the story, did +talk through the chink of a wall. + + + +SNOUT +You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom? + + + +BOTTOM +Some man or other must present Wall: and let him +have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast +about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his +fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus +and Thisby whisper. + + + +QUINCE +If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, +every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. +Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your +speech, enter into that brake: and so every one +according to his cue. + + + +Enter PUCK behind + + +PUCK +What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here, +So near the cradle of the fairy queen? +What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor; +An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. + + + +QUINCE +Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth. + + + +BOTTOM +Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,-- + + + +QUINCE +Odours, odours. + + + +BOTTOM +--odours savours sweet: +So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. +But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile, +And by and by I will to thee appear. + + + +Exit + + +PUCK +A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here. + + + +Exit + + +FLUTE +Must I speak now? + + + +QUINCE +Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes +but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. + + + +FLUTE +Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue, +Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, +Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew, +As true as truest horse that yet would never tire, +I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. + + + +QUINCE +'Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not speak that +yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your +part at once, cues and all Pyramus enter: your cue +is past; it is, 'never tire.' + + + +FLUTE +O,--As true as truest horse, that yet would +never tire. + + + +Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head + + +BOTTOM +If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. + + + +QUINCE +O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, +masters! fly, masters! Help! + + + +Exeunt QUINCE, SNUG, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING + + +PUCK +I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, +Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier: +Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, +A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; +And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, +Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. + + + +Exit + + +BOTTOM +Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to +make me afeard. + + + +Re-enter SNOUT + + +SNOUT +O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee? + + + +BOTTOM +What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do +you? + + +Exit SNOUT +Re-enter QUINCE + + +QUINCE +Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art +translated. + + + +Exit + + +BOTTOM +I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; +to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir +from this place, do what they can: I will walk up +and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear +I am not afraid. +Sings +The ousel cock so black of hue, +With orange-tawny bill, +The throstle with his note so true, +The wren with little quill,-- + + + +TITANIA +Awaking What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? + + + +BOTTOM +Sings +The finch, the sparrow and the lark, +The plain-song cuckoo gray, +Whose note full many a man doth mark, +And dares not answer nay;-- +for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish +a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry +'cuckoo' never so? + + + +TITANIA +I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: +Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; +So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; +And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me +On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. + + + +BOTTOM +Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason +for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and +love keep little company together now-a-days; the +more the pity that some honest neighbours will not +make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. + + + +TITANIA +Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. + + + +BOTTOM +Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out +of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. + + + +TITANIA +Out of this wood do not desire to go: +Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. +I am a spirit of no common rate; +The summer still doth tend upon my state; +And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; +I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee, +And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, +And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep; +And I will purge thy mortal grossness so +That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. +Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! + + + +Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED + + +PEASEBLOSSOM +Ready. + + + +COBWEB +And I. + + + +MOTH +And I. + + + +MUSTARDSEED +And I. + + + +ALL +Where shall we go? + + + +TITANIA +Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; +Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; +Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, +With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; +The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, +And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs +And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, +To have my love to bed and to arise; +And pluck the wings from Painted butterflies +To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: +Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. + + + +PEASEBLOSSOM +Hail, mortal! + + + +COBWEB +Hail! + + + +MOTH +Hail! + + + +MUSTARDSEED +Hail! + + + +BOTTOM +I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your +worship's name. + + + +COBWEB +Cobweb. + + + +BOTTOM +I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master +Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with +you. Your name, honest gentleman? + + + +PEASEBLOSSOM +Peaseblossom. + + + +BOTTOM +I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your +mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good +Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more +acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir? + + + +MUSTARDSEED +Mustardseed. + + + +BOTTOM +Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: +that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath +devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise +you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I +desire your more acquaintance, good Master +Mustardseed. + + + +TITANIA +Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. +The moon methinks looks with a watery eye; +And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, +Lamenting some enforced chastity. +Tie up my love's tongue bring him silently. + + + +Exeunt + + +SCENE II. Another part of the wood. +Enter OBERON + + +OBERON +I wonder if Titania be awaked; +Then, what it was that next came in her eye, +Which she must dote on in extremity. +Enter PUCK +Here comes my messenger. +How now, mad spirit! +What night-rule now about this haunted grove? + + + +PUCK +My mistress with a monster is in love. +Near to her close and consecrated bower, +While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, +A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, +That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, +Were met together to rehearse a play +Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day. +The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, +Who Pyramus presented, in their sport +Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake +When I did him at this advantage take, +An ass's nole I fixed on his head: +Anon his Thisbe must be answered, +And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy, +As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, +Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, +Rising and cawing at the gun's report, +Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, +So, at his sight, away his fellows fly; +And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; +He murder cries and help from Athens calls. +Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears +thus strong, +Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; +For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; +Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all +things catch. +I led them on in this distracted fear, +And left sweet Pyramus translated there: +When in that moment, so it came to pass, +Titania waked and straightway loved an ass. + + + +OBERON +This falls out better than I could devise. +But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes +With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? + + + +PUCK +I took him sleeping,--that is finish'd too,-- +And the Athenian woman by his side: +That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed. + + + +Enter HERMIA and DEMETRIUS + + +OBERON +Stand close: this is the same Athenian. + + + +PUCK +This is the woman, but not this the man. + + + +DEMETRIUS +O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? +Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. + + + +HERMIA +Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse, +For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse, +If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, +Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, +And kill me too. +The sun was not so true unto the day +As he to me: would he have stolen away +From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon +This whole earth may be bored and that the moon +May through the centre creep and so displease +Her brother's noontide with Antipodes. +It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him; +So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim. + + + +DEMETRIUS +So should the murder'd look, and so should I, +Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty: +Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, +As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. + + + +HERMIA +What's this to my Lysander? where is he? +Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? + + + +DEMETRIUS +I had rather give his carcass to my hounds. + + + +HERMIA +Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds +Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? +Henceforth be never number'd among men! +O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake! +Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake, +And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! +Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? +An adder did it; for with doubler tongue +Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. + + + +DEMETRIUS +You spend your passion on a misprised mood: +I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; +Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. + + + +HERMIA +I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. + + + +DEMETRIUS +An if I could, what should I get therefore? + + + +HERMIA +A privilege never to see me more. +And from thy hated presence part I so: +See me no more, whether he be dead or no. + + + +Exit + + +DEMETRIUS +There is no following her in this fierce vein: +Here therefore for a while I will remain. +So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow +For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe: +Which now in some slight measure it will pay, +If for his tender here I make some stay. + + + +Lies down and sleeps + + +OBERON +What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite +And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: +Of thy misprision must perforce ensue +Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true. + + + +PUCK +Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth, +A million fail, confounding oath on oath. + + + +OBERON +About the wood go swifter than the wind, +And Helena of Athens look thou find: +All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, +With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear: +By some illusion see thou bring her here: +I'll charm his eyes against she do appear. + + + +PUCK +I go, I go; look how I go, +Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. + + + +Exit + + +OBERON +Flower of this purple dye, +Hit with Cupid's archery, +Sink in apple of his eye. +When his love he doth espy, +Let her shine as gloriously +As the Venus of the sky. +When thou wakest, if she be by, +Beg of her for remedy. + + + +Re-enter PUCK + + +PUCK +Captain of our fairy band, +Helena is here at hand; +And the youth, mistook by me, +Pleading for a lover's fee. +Shall we their fond pageant see? +Lord, what fools these mortals be! + + + +OBERON +Stand aside: the noise they make +Will cause Demetrius to awake. + + + +PUCK +Then will two at once woo one; +That must needs be sport alone; +And those things do best please me +That befal preposterously. + + + +Enter LYSANDER and HELENA + + +LYSANDER +Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? +Scorn and derision never come in tears: +Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, +In their nativity all truth appears. +How can these things in me seem scorn to you, +Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? + + + +HELENA +You do advance your cunning more and more. +When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! +These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er? +Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: +Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, +Will even weigh, and both as light as tales. + + + +LYSANDER +I had no judgment when to her I swore. + + + +HELENA +Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. + + + +LYSANDER +Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Awaking O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! +To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? +Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show +Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! +That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow, +Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow +When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss +This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! + + + +HELENA +O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent +To set against me for your merriment: +If you we re civil and knew courtesy, +You would not do me thus much injury. +Can you not hate me, as I know you do, +But you must join in souls to mock me too? +If you were men, as men you are in show, +You would not use a gentle lady so; +To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, +When I am sure you hate me with your hearts. +You both are rivals, and love Hermia; +And now both rivals, to mock Helena: +A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, +To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes +With your derision! none of noble sort +Would so offend a virgin, and extort +A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. + + + +LYSANDER +You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; +For you love Hermia; this you know I know: +And here, with all good will, with all my heart, +In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; +And yours of Helena to me bequeath, +Whom I do love and will do till my death. + + + +HELENA +Never did mockers waste more idle breath. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: +If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone. +My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd, +And now to Helen is it home return'd, +There to remain. + + + +LYSANDER +Helen, it is not so. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, +Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. +Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. + + + +Re-enter HERMIA + + +HERMIA +Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, +The ear more quick of apprehension makes; +Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, +It pays the hearing double recompense. +Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; +Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound +But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? + + + +LYSANDER +Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? + + + +HERMIA +What love could press Lysander from my side? + + + +LYSANDER +Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, +Fair Helena, who more engilds the night +Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light. +Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, +The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? + + + +HERMIA +You speak not as you think: it cannot be. + + + +HELENA +Lo, she is one of this confederacy! +Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three +To fashion this false sport, in spite of me. +Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid! +Have you conspired, have you with these contrived +To bait me with this foul derision? +Is all the counsel that we two have shared, +The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, +When we have chid the hasty-footed time +For parting us,--O, is it all forgot? +All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? +We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, +Have with our needles created both one flower, +Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, +Both warbling of one song, both in one key, +As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, +Had been incorporate. So we grow together, +Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, +But yet an union in partition; +Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; +So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; +Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, +Due but to one and crowned with one crest. +And will you rent our ancient love asunder, +To join with men in scorning your poor friend? +It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: +Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, +Though I alone do feel the injury. + + + +HERMIA +I am amazed at your passionate words. +I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me. + + + +HELENA +Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, +To follow me and praise my eyes and face? +And made your other love, Demetrius, +Who even but now did spurn me with his foot, +To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare, +Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this +To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander +Deny your love, so rich within his soul, +And tender me, forsooth, affection, +But by your setting on, by your consent? +What thought I be not so in grace as you, +So hung upon with love, so fortunate, +But miserable most, to love unloved? +This you should pity rather than despise. + + + +HERNIA +I understand not what you mean by this. + + + +HELENA +Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, +Make mouths upon me when I turn my back; +Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up: +This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. +If you have any pity, grace, or manners, +You would not make me such an argument. +But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault; +Which death or absence soon shall remedy. + + + +LYSANDER +Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse: +My love, my life my soul, fair Helena! + + + +HELENA +O excellent! + + + +HERMIA +Sweet, do not scorn her so. + + + +DEMETRIUS +If she cannot entreat, I can compel. + + + +LYSANDER +Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: +Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. +Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do: +I swear by that which I will lose for thee, +To prove him false that says I love thee not. + + + +DEMETRIUS +I say I love thee more than he can do. + + + +LYSANDER +If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Quick, come! + + + +HERMIA +Lysander, whereto tends all this? + + + +LYSANDER +Away, you Ethiope! + + + +DEMETRIUS +No, no; he'll +Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow, +But yet come not: you are a tame man, go! + + + +LYSANDER +Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, +Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! + + + +HERMIA +Why are you grown so rude? what change is this? +Sweet love,-- + + + +LYSANDER +Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out! +Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! + + + +HERMIA +Do you not jest? + + + +HELENA +Yes, sooth; and so do you. + + + +LYSANDER +Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. + + + +DEMETRIUS +I would I had your bond, for I perceive +A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. + + + +LYSANDER +What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? +Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. + + + +HERMIA +What, can you do me greater harm than hate? +Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love! +Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander? +I am as fair now as I was erewhile. +Since night you loved me; yet since night you left +me: +Why, then you left me--O, the gods forbid!-- +In earnest, shall I say? + + + +LYSANDER +Ay, by my life; +And never did desire to see thee more. +Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt; +Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest +That I do hate thee and love Helena. + + + +HERMIA +O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! +You thief of love! what, have you come by night +And stolen my love's heart from him? + + + +HELENA +Fine, i'faith! +Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, +No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear +Impatient answers from my gentle tongue? +Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you! + + + +HERMIA +Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game. +Now I perceive that she hath made compare +Between our statures; she hath urged her height; +And with her personage, her tall personage, +Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him. +And are you grown so high in his esteem; +Because I am so dwarfish and so low? +How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak; +How low am I? I am not yet so low +But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. + + + +HELENA +I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, +Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; +I have no gift at all in shrewishness; +I am a right maid for my cowardice: +Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think, +Because she is something lower than myself, +That I can match her. + + + +HERMIA +Lower! hark, again. + + + +HELENA +Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. +I evermore did love you, Hermia, +Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; +Save that, in love unto Demetrius, +I told him of your stealth unto this wood. +He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him; +But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me +To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: +And now, so you will let me quiet go, +To Athens will I bear my folly back +And follow you no further: let me go: +You see how simple and how fond I am. + + + +HERMIA +Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders you? + + + +HELENA +A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. + + + +HERMIA +What, with Lysander? + + + +HELENA +With Demetrius. + + + +LYSANDER +Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. + + + +DEMETRIUS +No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. + + + +HELENA +O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! +She was a vixen when she went to school; +And though she be but little, she is fierce. + + + +HERMIA +'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'! +Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? +Let me come to her. + + + +LYSANDER +Get you gone, you dwarf; +You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; +You bead, you acorn. + + + +DEMETRIUS +You are too officious +In her behalf that scorns your services. +Let her alone: speak not of Helena; +Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend +Never so little show of love to her, +Thou shalt aby it. + + + +LYSANDER +Now she holds me not; +Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right, +Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole. + + + +Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS + + +HERMIA +You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: +Nay, go not back. + + + +HELENA +I will not trust you, I, +Nor longer stay in your curst company. +Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, +My legs are longer though, to run away. + + + +Exit + + +HERMIA +I am amazed, and know not what to say. + + + +Exit + + +OBERON +This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest, +Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. + + + +PUCK +Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. +Did not you tell me I should know the man +By the Athenian garment be had on? +And so far blameless proves my enterprise, +That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes; +And so far am I glad it so did sort +As this their jangling I esteem a sport. + + + +OBERON +Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight: +Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; +The starry welkin cover thou anon +With drooping fog as black as Acheron, +And lead these testy rivals so astray +As one come not within another's way. +Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, +Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; +And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; +And from each other look thou lead them thus, +Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep +With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: +Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; +Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, +To take from thence all error with his might, +And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. +When they next wake, all this derision +Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision, +And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, +With league whose date till death shall never end. +Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, +I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy; +And then I will her charmed eye release +From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. + + + +PUCK +My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, +For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, +And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; +At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, +Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, +That in crossways and floods have burial, +Already to their wormy beds are gone; +For fear lest day should look their shames upon, +They willfully themselves exile from light +And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. + + + +OBERON +But we are spirits of another sort: +I with the morning's love have oft made sport, +And, like a forester, the groves may tread, +Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, +Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, +Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. +But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: +We may effect this business yet ere day. + + + +Exit + + +PUCK +Up and down, up and down, +I will lead them up and down: +I am fear'd in field and town: +Goblin, lead them up and down. +Here comes one. + + + +Re-enter LYSANDER + + +LYSANDER +Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. + + + +PUCK +Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? + + + +LYSANDER +I will be with thee straight. + + + +PUCK +Follow me, then, +To plainer ground. + + +Exit LYSANDER, as following the voice +Re-enter DEMETRIUS + + +DEMETRIUS +Lysander! speak again: +Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? +Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? + + + +PUCK +Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, +Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, +And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child; +I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled +That draws a sword on thee. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Yea, art thou there? + + + +PUCK +Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here. + + +Exeunt +Re-enter LYSANDER + + +LYSANDER +He goes before me and still dares me on: +When I come where he calls, then he is gone. +The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I: +I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; +That fallen am I in dark uneven way, +And here will rest me. +Lies down +Come, thou gentle day! +For if but once thou show me thy grey light, +I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite. + + +Sleeps +Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS + + +PUCK +Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not? + + + +DEMETRIUS +Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot +Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place, +And darest not stand, nor look me in the face. +Where art thou now? + + + +PUCK +Come hither: I am here. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear, +If ever I thy face by daylight see: +Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me +To measure out my length on this cold bed. +By day's approach look to be visited. + + +Lies down and sleeps +Re-enter HELENA + + +HELENA +O weary night, O long and tedious night, +Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east, +That I may back to Athens by daylight, +From these that my poor company detest: +And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, +Steal me awhile from mine own company. + + + +Lies down and sleeps + + +PUCK +Yet but three? Come one more; +Two of both kinds make up four. +Here she comes, curst and sad: +Cupid is a knavish lad, +Thus to make poor females mad. + + + +Re-enter HERMIA + + +HERMIA +Never so weary, never so in woe, +Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers, +I can no further crawl, no further go; +My legs can keep no pace with my desires. +Here will I rest me till the break of day. +Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! + + + +Lies down and sleeps + + +PUCK +On the ground +Sleep sound: +I'll apply +To your eye, +Gentle lover, remedy. +Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eyes +When thou wakest, +Thou takest +True delight +In the sight +Of thy former lady's eye: +And the country proverb known, +That every man should take his own, +In your waking shall be shown: +Jack shall have Jill; +Nought shall go ill; +The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. + + + +Exit + + + + +ACT IV + +SCENE I. The same. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA lying asleep. +Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, +MUSTARDSEED, and other Fairies attending; OBERON +behind unseen + + +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. + + + +BOTTOM +Where's Peaseblossom? + + + +PEASEBLOSSOM +Ready. + + + +BOTTOM +Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb? + + + +COBWEB +Ready. + + + +BOTTOM +Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your +weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped +humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good +mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret +yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and, +good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; +I would be loath to have you overflown with a +honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed? + + + +MUSTARDSEED +Ready. + + + +BOTTOM +Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, +leave your courtesy, good mounsieur. + + + +MUSTARDSEED +What's your Will? + + + +BOTTOM +Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery 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. + + + +TITANIA +What, wilt thou hear some music, +my sweet love? + + + +BOTTOM +I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have +the tongs and the bones. + + + +TITANIA +Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. + + + +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. + + + +TITANIA +I have a venturous fairy that shall seek +The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. + + + +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. + + + +TITANIA +Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. +Fairies, begone, and be all ways away. +Exeunt fairies +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! + + +They sleep +Enter PUCK + + +OBERON +Advancing Welcome, good Robin. +See'st thou this sweet sight? +Her dotage now I do begin to pity: +For, meeting her of late behind the wood, +Seeking sweet favours from this hateful fool, +I did upbraid her and fall out with her; +For she his hairy temples then had rounded +With a 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 flowerets' 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; +See as thou wast 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. + + + +TITANIA +My Oberon! what visions have I seen! +Methought I was enamour'd of an ass. + + + +OBERON +There lies your love. + + + +TITANIA +How came these things to pass? +O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! + + + +OBERON +Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. +Titania, music call; and strike more dead +Than common sleep of all these five the sense. + + + +TITANIA +Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! + + + +Music, still + + +PUCK +Now, when thou wakest, with thine +own fool's eyes peep. + + + +OBERON +Sound, 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. + + + +PUCK +Fairy king, attend, and mark: +I do hear the morning lark. + + + +OBERON +Then, my queen, in silence sad, +Trip we after the night's shade: +We the globe can compass soon, +Swifter than the wandering moon. + + + +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. +Exeunt + + +Horns winded within +Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train + + +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; let them go: +Dispatch, I say, and find the forester. +Exit an Attendant +We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, +And mark the musical confusion +Of hounds and echo in conjunction. + + + +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. + + + +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-lapp'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? + + + +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. + + + +THESEUS +No doubt they rose up early to observe +The rite of May, and hearing our intent, +Came here in grace our solemnity. +But speak, Egeus; is not this the day +That Hermia should give answer of her choice? + + + +EGEUS +It is, my lord. + + + +THESEUS +Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. +Horns and shout within. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, +HELENA, and HERMIA wake and start up +Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: +Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? + + + +LYSANDER +Pardon, my lord. + + + +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? + + + +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 do I bethink me, so it is,-- +I came with Hermia hither: our intent +Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, +Without the peril of the Athenian law. + + + +EGEUS +Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: +I beg the law, the law, upon his head. +They would have stolen 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. + + + +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 gaud +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 in 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. + + + +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 purposed hunting shall be set aside. +Away with us to Athens; three and three, +We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. +Come, Hippolyta. + + + +Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train + + +DEMETRIUS +These things seem small and undistinguishable, + + + +HERMIA +Methinks I see these things with parted eye, +When every thing seems double. + + + +HELENA +So methinks: +And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, +Mine own, and not mine own. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Are you sure +That we are awake? It seems to me +That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think +The duke was here, and bid us follow him? + + + +HERMIA +Yea; and my father. + + + +HELENA +And Hippolyta. + + + +LYSANDER +And he did bid us follow to the temple. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him +And by the way let us recount our dreams. + + + +Exeunt + + +BOTTOM +Awaking 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, stolen +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. + + + +Exit + + +SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house. +Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING + + +QUINCE +Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? + + + +STARVELING +He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is +transported. + + + +FLUTE +If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes +not forward, doth it? + + + +QUINCE +It is not possible: you have not a man in all +Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he. + + + +FLUTE +No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft +man in Athens. + + + +QUINCE +Yea and the best person too; and he is a very +paramour for a sweet voice. + + + +FLUTE +You must say 'paragon:' a paramour is, God bless us, +a thing of naught. + + + +Enter SNUG + + +SNUG +Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and +there is two or three lords and ladies more married: +if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made +men. + + + +FLUTE +O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a +day during his life; he could not have 'scaped +sixpence a day: an the duke had not given him +sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; +he would have deserved it: sixpence a day in +Pyramus, or nothing. + + + +Enter BOTTOM + + +BOTTOM +Where are these lads? where are these hearts? + + + +QUINCE +Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour! + + + +BOTTOM +Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not +what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I +will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. + + + +QUINCE +Let us hear, sweet Bottom. + + + +BOTTOM +Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that +the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together, +good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your +pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look +o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our +play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have +clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion +pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the +lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions +nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I +do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet +comedy. No more words: away! go, away! + + + +Exeunt + + + + +ACT V + +SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. +Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords and +Attendants + + +HIPPOLYTA +'Tis strange my Theseus, that these +lovers speak of. + + + +THESEUS +More strange than true: I never may believe +These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. +Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, +Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend +More than cool reason ever comprehends. +The lunatic, the lover and the poet +Are of imagination all compact: +One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, +That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, +Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: +The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, +Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; +And as imagination bodies forth +The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen +Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing +A local habitation and a name. +Such tricks hath strong imagination, +That if it would but apprehend some joy, +It comprehends some bringer of that joy; +Or in the night, imagining some fear, +How easy is a bush supposed a bear! + + + +HIPPOLYTA +But all the story of the night told over, +And all their minds transfigured so together, +More witnesseth than fancy's images +And grows to something of great constancy; +But, howsoever, strange and admirable. + + + +THESEUS +Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. +Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA +Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love +Accompany your hearts! + + + +LYSANDER +More than to us +Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed! + + + +THESEUS +Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have, +To wear away this long age of three hours +Between our after-supper and bed-time? +Where is our usual manager of mirth? +What revels are in hand? Is there no play, +To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? +Call Philostrate. + + + +PHILOSTRATE +Here, mighty Theseus. + + + +THESEUS +Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? +What masque? what music? How shall we beguile +The lazy time, if not with some delight? + + + +PHILOSTRATE +There is a brief how many sports are ripe: +Make choice of which your highness will see first. + + + +Giving a paper + + +THESEUS +Reads 'The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung +By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.' +We'll none of that: that have I told my love, +In glory of my kinsman Hercules. +Reads +'The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, +Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.' +That is an old device; and it was play'd +When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. +Reads +'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death +Of Learning, late deceased in beggary.' +That is some satire, keen and critical, +Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. +Reads +'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus +And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.' +Merry and tragical! tedious and brief! +That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow. +How shall we find the concord of this discord? + + + +PHILOSTRATE +A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, +Which is as brief as I have known a play; +But by ten words, my lord, it is too long, +Which makes it tedious; for in all the play +There is not one word apt, one player fitted: +And tragical, my noble lord, it is; +For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. +Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess, +Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears +The passion of loud laughter never shed. + + + +THESEUS +What are they that do play it? + + + +PHILOSTRATE +Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, +Which never labour'd in their minds till now, +And now have toil'd their unbreathed memories +With this same play, against your nuptial. + + + +THESEUS +And we will hear it. + + + +PHILOSTRATE +No, my noble lord; +It is not for you: I have heard it over, +And it is nothing, nothing in the world; +Unless you can find sport in their intents, +Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, +To do you service. + + + +THESEUS +I will hear that play; +For never anything can be amiss, +When simpleness and duty tender it. +Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies. + + + +Exit PHILOSTRATE + + +HIPPOLYTA +I love not to see wretchedness o'er charged +And duty in his service perishing. + + + +THESEUS +Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +He says they can do nothing in this kind. + + + +THESEUS +The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. +Our sport shall be to take what they mistake: +And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect +Takes it in might, not merit. +Where I have come, great clerks have purposed +To greet me with premeditated welcomes; +Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, +Make periods in the midst of sentences, +Throttle their practised accent in their fears +And in conclusion dumbly have broke off, +Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, +Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome; +And in the modesty of fearful duty +I read as much as from the rattling tongue +Of saucy and audacious eloquence. +Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity +In least speak most, to my capacity. + + + +Re-enter PHILOSTRATE + + +PHILOSTRATE +So please your grace, the Prologue is address'd. + + + +THESEUS +Let him approach. + + +Flourish of trumpets +Enter QUINCE for the Prologue + + +Prologue +If we offend, it is with our good will. +That you should think, we come not to offend, +But with good will. To show our simple skill, +That is the true beginning of our end. +Consider then we come but in despite. +We do not come as minding to contest you, +Our true intent is. All for your delight +We are not here. That you should here repent you, +The actors are at hand and by their show +You shall know all that you are like to know. + + + +THESEUS +This fellow doth not stand upon points. + + + +LYSANDER +He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows +not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not +enough to speak, but to speak true. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child +on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. + + + +THESEUS +His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing +impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? + + + +Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion + + +Prologue +Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; +But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. +This man is Pyramus, if you would know; +This beauteous lady Thisby is certain. +This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present +Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder; +And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content +To whisper. At the which let no man wonder. +This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn, +Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know, +By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn +To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. +This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, +The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, +Did scare away, or rather did affright; +And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall, +Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. +Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, +And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: +Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, +He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast; +And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, +His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, +Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain +At large discourse, while here they do remain. + + + +Exeunt Prologue, Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine + + +THESEUS +I wonder if the lion be to speak. + + + +DEMETRIUS +No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do. + + + +Wall +In this same interlude it doth befall +That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; +And such a wall, as I would have you think, +That had in it a crannied hole or chink, +Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, +Did whisper often very secretly. +This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show +That I am that same wall; the truth is so: +And this the cranny is, right and sinister, +Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. + + + +THESEUS +Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? + + + +DEMETRIUS +It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard +discourse, my lord. + + + +Enter Pyramus + + +THESEUS +Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! + + + +Pyramus +O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! +O night, which ever art when day is not! +O night, O night! alack, alack, alack, +I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! +And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, +That stand'st between her father's ground and mine! +Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, +Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne! +Wall holds up his fingers +Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this! +But what see I? No Thisby do I see. +O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss! +Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me! + + + +THESEUS +The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. + + + +Pyramus +No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me' +is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to +spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will +fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes. + + + +Enter Thisbe + + +Thisbe +O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, +For parting my fair Pyramus and me! +My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones, +Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. + + + +Pyramus +I see a voice: now will I to the chink, +To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby! + + + +Thisbe +My love thou art, my love I think. + + + +Pyramus +Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; +And, like Limander, am I trusty still. + + + +Thisbe +And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill. + + + +Pyramus +Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true. + + + +Thisbe +As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. + + + +Pyramus +O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall! + + + +Thisbe +I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all. + + + +Pyramus +Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway? + + + +Thisbe +'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay. + + + +Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe + + +Wall +Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; +And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. + + + +Exit + + +THESEUS +Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. + + + +DEMETRIUS +No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear +without warning. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. + + + +THESEUS +The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst +are no worse, if imagination amend them. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. + + + +THESEUS +If we imagine no worse of them than they of +themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here +come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion. + + + +Enter Lion and Moonshine + + +Lion +You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear +The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, +May now perchance both quake and tremble here, +When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. +Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am +A lion-fell, nor else no lion's dam; +For, if I should as lion come in strife +Into this place, 'twere pity on my life. + + + +THESEUS +A very gentle beast, of a good conscience. + + + +DEMETRIUS +The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw. + + + +LYSANDER +This lion is a very fox for his valour. + + + +THESEUS +True; and a goose for his discretion. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his +discretion; and the fox carries the goose. + + + +THESEUS +His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; +for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: +leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. + + + +Moonshine +This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;-- + + + +DEMETRIUS +He should have worn the horns on his head. + + + +THESEUS +He is no crescent, and his horns are +invisible within the circumference. + + + +Moonshine +This lanthorn doth the horned moon present; +Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be. + + + +THESEUS +This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man +should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the +man i' the moon? + + + +DEMETRIUS +He dares not come there for the candle; for, you +see, it is already in snuff. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +I am aweary of this moon: would he would change! + + + +THESEUS +It appears, by his small light of discretion, that +he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all +reason, we must stay the time. + + + +LYSANDER +Proceed, Moon. + + + +Moonshine +All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the +lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this +thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Why, all these should be in the lanthorn; for all +these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe. + + + +Enter Thisbe + + +Thisbe +This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love? + + + +Lion +Roaring Oh-- + + + +Thisbe runs off + + +DEMETRIUS +Well roared, Lion. + + + +THESEUS +Well run, Thisbe. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a +good grace. + + + +The Lion shakes Thisbe's mantle, and exit + + +THESEUS +Well moused, Lion. + + + +LYSANDER +And so the lion vanished. + + + +DEMETRIUS +And then came Pyramus. + + + +Enter Pyramus + + +Pyramus +Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; +I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright; +For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams, +I trust to take of truest Thisby sight. +But stay, O spite! +But mark, poor knight, +What dreadful dole is here! +Eyes, do you see? +How can it be? +O dainty duck! O dear! +Thy mantle good, +What, stain'd with blood! +Approach, ye Furies fell! +O Fates, come, come, +Cut thread and thrum; +Quail, crush, conclude, and quell! + + + +THESEUS +This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would +go near to make a man look sad. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. + + + +Pyramus +O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame? +Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear: +Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame +That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd +with cheer. +Come, tears, confound; +Out, sword, and wound +The pap of Pyramus; +Ay, that left pap, +Where heart doth hop: +Stabs himself +Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. +Now am I dead, +Now am I fled; +My soul is in the sky: +Tongue, lose thy light; +Moon take thy flight: +Exit Moonshine +Now die, die, die, die, die. + + + +Dies + + +DEMETRIUS +No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. + + + +LYSANDER +Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. + + + +THESEUS +With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and +prove an ass. + + + +HIPPOLYTA +How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes +back and finds her lover? + + + +THESEUS +She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and +her passion ends the play. + + + +Re-enter Thisbe + + +HIPPOLYTA +Methinks she should not use a long one for such a +Pyramus: I hope she will be brief. + + + +DEMETRIUS +A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which +Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us; +she for a woman, God bless us. + + + +LYSANDER +She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. + + + +DEMETRIUS +And thus she means, videlicet:-- + + + +Thisbe +Asleep, my love? +What, dead, my dove? +O Pyramus, arise! +Speak, speak. Quite dumb? +Dead, dead? A tomb +Must cover thy sweet eyes. +These My lips, +This cherry nose, +These yellow cowslip cheeks, +Are gone, are gone: +Lovers, make moan: +His eyes were green as leeks. +O Sisters Three, +Come, come to me, +With hands as pale as milk; +Lay them in gore, +Since you have shore +With shears his thread of silk. +Tongue, not a word: +Come, trusty sword; +Come, blade, my breast imbrue: +Stabs herself +And, farewell, friends; +Thus Thisby ends: +Adieu, adieu, adieu. + + + +Dies + + +THESEUS +Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. + + + +DEMETRIUS +Ay, and Wall too. + + + +BOTTOM +Starting up No assure you; the wall is down that +parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the +epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two +of our company? + + + +THESEUS +No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no +excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all +dead, there needs none to be blamed. Marry, if he +that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself +in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine +tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably +discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your +epilogue alone. +A dance +The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: +Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. +I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn +As much as we this night have overwatch'd. +This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled +The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed. +A fortnight hold we this solemnity, +In nightly revels and new jollity. + + +Exeunt +Enter PUCK + + +PUCK +Now the hungry lion roars, +And the wolf behowls the moon; +Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, +All with weary task fordone. +Now the wasted brands do glow, +Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, +Puts the wretch that lies in woe +In remembrance of a shroud. +Now it is the time of night +That the graves all gaping wide, +Every one lets forth his sprite, +In the church-way paths to glide: +And we fairies, that do run +By the triple Hecate's team, +From the presence of the sun, +Following darkness like a dream, +Now are frolic: not a mouse +Shall disturb this hallow'd house: +I am sent with broom before, +To sweep the dust behind the door. + + + +Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train + + +OBERON +Through the house give gathering light, +By the dead and drowsy fire: +Every elf and fairy sprite +Hop as light as bird from brier; +And this ditty, after me, +Sing, and dance it trippingly. + + + +TITANIA +First, rehearse your song by rote +To each word a warbling note: +Hand in hand, with fairy grace, +Will we sing, and bless this place. + + + +Song and dance + + +OBERON +Now, until the break of day, +Through this house each fairy stray. +To the best bride-bed will we, +Which by us shall blessed be; +And the issue there create +Ever shall be fortunate. +So shall all the couples three +Ever true in loving be; +And the blots of Nature's hand +Shall not in their issue stand; +Never mole, hare lip, nor scar, +Nor mark prodigious, such as are +Despised in nativity, +Shall upon their children be. +With this field-dew consecrate, +Every fairy take his gait; +And each several chamber bless, +Through this palace, with sweet peace; +And the owner of it blest +Ever shall in safety rest. +Trip away; make no stay; +Meet me all by break of day. + + + +Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train + + +PUCK +If we shadows have offended, +Think but this, and all is mended, +That you have but slumber'd here +While these visions did appear. +And this weak and idle theme, +No more yielding but a dream, +Gentles, do not reprehend: +if you pardon, we will mend: +And, as I am an honest Puck, +If we have unearned luck +Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, +We will make amends ere long; +Else the Puck a liar call; +So, good night unto you all. +Give me your hands, if we be friends, +And Robin shall restore amends. + + + + diff --git a/resources/dreamout.xml b/resources/dreamout.xml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..69325b7 --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/dreamout.xml @@ -0,0 +1,3891 @@ + + + + A Midsummer Night's Dream + +

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+ + + Dramatis Personae + THESEUS, Duke of Athens. + EGEUS, father to Hermia. + + LYSANDER + DEMETRIUS + in love with Hermia. + + PHILOSTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus. + QUINCE, a carpenter. + SNUG, a joiner. + BOTTOM, a weaver. + FLUTE, a bellows-mender. + SNOUT, a tinker. + STARVELING, a tailor. + HIPPOLYTA, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus. + HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. + HELENA, in love with Demetrius. + OBERON, king of the fairies. + TITANIA, queen of the fairies. + PUCK, or Robin Goodfellow. + + PEASEBLOSSOM + COBWEB + MOTH + MUSTARDSEED + fairies. + + Other fairies attending their King and Queen. + Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. + + SCENE Athens, and a wood near it. + A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM + + ACT I + + SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. + Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and +Attendants + + THESEUS + Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour + Draws on apace; four happy days bring in + Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow + This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, + Like to a step-dame or a dowager + Long withering out a young man revenue. + + + HIPPOLYTA + Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; + Four nights will quickly dream away the time; + And then the moon, like to a silver bow + New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night + Of our solemnities. + + + THESEUS + Go, Philostrate, + Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; + Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; + Turn melancholy forth to funerals; + The pale companion is not for our pomp. + Exit PHILOSTRATE + Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, + And won thy love, doing thee injuries; + But I will wed thee in another key, + With pomp, with triumph and with revelling. + + Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS + + EGEUS + Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! + + + THESEUS + Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee? + + + EGEUS + Full of vexation come I, with complaint + Against my child, my daughter Hermia. + Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, + This man hath my consent to marry her. + Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke, + This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child; + Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, + And interchanged love-tokens with my child: + Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, + With feigning voice verses of feigning love, + And stolen the impression of her fantasy + With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, + Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers + Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: + With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart, + Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, + To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke, + Be it so she; will not here before your grace + Consent to marry with Demetrius, + I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, + As she is mine, I may dispose of her: + Which shall be either to this gentleman + Or to her death, according to our law + Immediately provided in that case. + + + THESEUS + What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid: + To you your father should be as a god; + One that composed your beauties, yea, and one + To whom you are but as a form in wax + By him imprinted and within his power + To leave the figure or disfigure it. + Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. + + + HERMIA + So is Lysander. + + + THESEUS + In himself he is; + But in this kind, wanting your father's voice, + The other must be held the worthier. + + + HERMIA + I would my father look'd but with my eyes. + + + THESEUS + Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. + + + HERMIA + I do entreat your grace to pardon me. + I know not by what power I am made bold, + Nor how it may concern my modesty, + In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; + But I beseech your grace that I may know + The worst that may befall me in this case, + If I refuse to wed Demetrius. + + + THESEUS + Either to die the death or to abjure + For ever the society of men. + Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; + Know of your youth, examine well your blood, + Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, + You can endure the livery of a nun, + For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, + To live a barren sister all your life, + Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. + Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, + To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; + But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, + Than that which withering on the virgin thorn + Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. + + + HERMIA + So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, + Ere I will my virgin patent up + Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke + My soul consents not to give sovereignty. + + + THESEUS + Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon-- + The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, + For everlasting bond of fellowship-- + Upon that day either prepare to die + For disobedience to your father's will, + Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would; + Or on Diana's altar to protest + For aye austerity and single life. + + + DEMETRIUS + Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield + Thy crazed title to my certain right. + + + LYSANDER + You have her father's love, Demetrius; + Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. + + + EGEUS + Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love, + And what is mine my love shall render him. + And she is mine, and all my right of her + I do estate unto Demetrius. + + + LYSANDER + I am, my lord, as well derived as he, + As well possess'd; my love is more than his; + My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, + If not with vantage, as Demetrius'; + And, which is more than all these boasts can be, + I am beloved of beauteous Hermia: + Why should not I then prosecute my right? + Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, + Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, + And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, + Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, + Upon this spotted and inconstant man. + + + THESEUS + I must confess that I have heard so much, + And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; + But, being over-full of self-affairs, + My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; + And come, Egeus; you shall go with me, + I have some private schooling for you both. + For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself + To fit your fancies to your father's will; + Or else the law of Athens yields you up-- + Which by no means we may extenuate-- + To death, or to a vow of single life. + Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love? + Demetrius and Egeus, go along: + I must employ you in some business + Against our nuptial and confer with you + Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. + + + EGEUS + With duty and desire we follow you. + + Exeunt all but LYSANDER and HERMIA + + LYSANDER + How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale? + How chance the roses there do fade so fast? + + + HERMIA + Belike for want of rain, which I could well + Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes. + + + LYSANDER + Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, + Could ever hear by tale or history, + The course of true love never did run smooth; + But, either it was different in blood,-- + + + HERMIA + O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low. + + + LYSANDER + Or else misgraffed in respect of years,-- + + + HERMIA + O spite! too old to be engaged to young. + + + LYSANDER + Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-- + + + HERMIA + O hell! to choose love by another's eyes. + + + LYSANDER + Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, + War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, + Making it momentany as a sound, + Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; + Brief as the lightning in the collied night, + That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, + And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' + The jaws of darkness do devour it up: + So quick bright things come to confusion. + + + HERMIA + If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, + It stands as an edict in destiny: + Then let us teach our trial patience, + Because it is a customary cross, + As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, + Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers. + + + LYSANDER + A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia. + I have a widow aunt, a dowager + Of great revenue, and she hath no child: + From Athens is her house remote seven leagues; + And she respects me as her only son. + There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; + And to that place the sharp Athenian law + Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then, + Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; + And in the wood, a league without the town, + Where I did meet thee once with Helena, + To do observance to a morn of May, + There will I stay for thee. + + + HERMIA + My good Lysander! + I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, + By his best arrow with the golden head, + By the simplicity of Venus' doves, + By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, + And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, + When the false Troyan under sail was seen, + By all the vows that ever men have broke, + In number more than ever women spoke, + In that same place thou hast appointed me, + To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. + + + LYSANDER + Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena. + + Enter HELENA + + HERMIA + God speed fair Helena! whither away? + + + HELENA + Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. + Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! + Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air + More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, + When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. + Sickness is catching: O, were favour so, + Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; + My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, + My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. + Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, + The rest I'd give to be to you translated. + O, teach me how you look, and with what art + You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. + + + HERMIA + I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. + + + HELENA + O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! + + + HERMIA + I give him curses, yet he gives me love. + + + HELENA + O that my prayers could such affection move! + + + HERMIA + The more I hate, the more he follows me. + + + HELENA + The more I love, the more he hateth me. + + + HERMIA + His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. + + + HELENA + None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine! + + + HERMIA + Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; + Lysander and myself will fly this place. + Before the time I did Lysander see, + Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me: + O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, + That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell! + + + LYSANDER + Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: + To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold + Her silver visage in the watery glass, + Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, + A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal, + Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal. + + + HERMIA + And in the wood, where often you and I + Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, + Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, + There my Lysander and myself shall meet; + And thence from Athens turn away our eyes, + To seek new friends and stranger companies. + Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us; + And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! + Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight + From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight. + + + LYSANDER + I will, my Hermia. + Exit HERMIA + Helena, adieu: + As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! + + Exit + + HELENA + How happy some o'er other some can be! + Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. + But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; + He will not know what all but he do know: + And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, + So I, admiring of his qualities: + Things base and vile, folding no quantity, + Love can transpose to form and dignity: + Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; + And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind: + Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; + Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: + And therefore is Love said to be a child, + Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. + As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, + So the boy Love is perjured every where: + For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, + He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine; + And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, + So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt. + I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: + Then to the wood will he to-morrow night + Pursue her; and for this intelligence + If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: + But herein mean I to enrich my pain, + To have his sight thither and back again. + + Exit + + + SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house. + Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and +STARVELING + + QUINCE + Is all our company here? + + + BOTTOM + You were best to call them generally, man by man, + according to the scrip. + + + QUINCE + Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is + thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our + interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his + wedding-day at night. + + + BOTTOM + First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats + on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow + to a point. + + + QUINCE + Marry, our play is, The most lamentable comedy, and + most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby. + + + BOTTOM + A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a + merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your + actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves. + + + QUINCE + Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver. + + + BOTTOM + Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed. + + + QUINCE + You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. + + + BOTTOM + What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant? + + + QUINCE + A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love. + + + BOTTOM + That will ask some tears in the true performing of + it: if I do it, let the audience look to their + eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some + measure. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a + tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to + tear a cat in, to make all split. + The raging rocks + And shivering shocks + Shall break the locks + Of prison gates; + And Phibbus' car + Shall shine from far + And make and mar + The foolish Fates. + This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players. + This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is + more condoling. + + + QUINCE + Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. + + + FLUTE + Here, Peter Quince. + + + QUINCE + Flute, you must take Thisby on you. + + + FLUTE + What is Thisby? a wandering knight? + + + QUINCE + It is the lady that Pyramus must love. + + + FLUTE + Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming. + + + QUINCE + That's all one: you shall play it in a mask, and + you may speak as small as you will. + + + BOTTOM + An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll + speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne, + Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear, + and lady dear!' + + + QUINCE + No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby. + + + BOTTOM + Well, proceed. + + + QUINCE + Robin Starveling, the tailor. + + + STARVELING + Here, Peter Quince. + + + QUINCE + Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother. + Tom Snout, the tinker. + + + SNOUT + Here, Peter Quince. + + + QUINCE + You, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's father: + Snug, the joiner; you, the lion's part: and, I + hope, here is a play fitted. + + + SNUG + Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it + be, give it me, for I am slow of study. + + + QUINCE + You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring. + + + BOTTOM + Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will + do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, + that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, + let him roar again.' + + + QUINCE + An you should do it too terribly, you would fright + the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; + and that were enough to hang us all. + + + ALL + That would hang us, every mother's son. + + + BOTTOM + I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the + ladies out of their wits, they would have no more + discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my + voice so that I will roar you as gently as any + sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any + nightingale. + + + QUINCE + You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a + sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a + summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man: + therefore you must needs play Pyramus. + + + BOTTOM + Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best + to play it in? + + + QUINCE + Why, what you will. + + + BOTTOM + I will discharge it in either your straw-colour + beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain + beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your + perfect yellow. + + + QUINCE + Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and + then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here + are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request + you and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; + and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the + town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if + we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with + company, and our devices known. In the meantime I + will draw a bill of properties, such as our play + wants. I pray you, fail me not. + + + BOTTOM + We will meet; and there we may rehearse most + obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu. + + + QUINCE + At the duke's oak we meet. + + + BOTTOM + Enough; hold or cut bow-strings. + + Exeunt + + + + ACT II + + SCENE I. A wood near Athens. + Enter, from opposite sides, a Fairy, and PUCK + + PUCK + How now, spirit! whither wander you? + + + Fairy + Over hill, over dale, + Thorough bush, thorough brier, + Over park, over pale, + Thorough flood, thorough fire, + I do wander everywhere, + Swifter than the moon's sphere; + And I serve the fairy queen, + To dew her orbs upon the green. + The cowslips tall her pensioners be: + In their gold coats spots you see; + Those be rubies, fairy favours, + In those freckles live their savours: + I must go seek some dewdrops here + And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. + Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone: + Our queen and all our elves come here anon. + + + PUCK + The king doth keep his revels here to-night: + Take heed the queen come not within his sight; + For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, + Because that she as her attendant hath + A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king; + She never had so sweet a changeling; + And jealous Oberon would have the child + Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild; + But she perforce withholds the loved boy, + Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy: + And now they never meet in grove or green, + By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen, + But, they do square, that all their elves for fear + Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there. + + + Fairy + Either I mistake your shape and making quite, + Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite + Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he + That frights the maidens of the villagery; + Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern + And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; + And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; + Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? + Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, + You do their work, and they shall have good luck: + Are not you he? + + + PUCK + Thou speak'st aright; + I am that merry wanderer of the night. + I jest to Oberon and make him smile + When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, + Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: + And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, + In very likeness of a roasted crab, + And when she drinks, against her lips I bob + And on her wither'd dewlap 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 laugh, + And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear + A merrier hour was never wasted there. + But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon. + + + Fairy + And here my mistress. Would that he were gone! + + Enter, from one side, OBERON, with his train; +from the other, TITANIA, with hers + + OBERON + Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. + + + TITANIA + What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: + I have forsworn his bed and company. + + + OBERON + Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord? + + + TITANIA + Then I must be thy lady: but I know + When thou hast stolen 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 Steppe 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. + + + OBERON + 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 AEgle break his faith, + With Ariadne and Antiopa? + + + TITANIA + These are the forgeries of jealousy: + And never, since the middle summer's spring, + Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, + By paved fountain or by rushy brook, + Or in the beached 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 + 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 murrion 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 blest: + 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 + Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, + And on old Hiems' thin 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 dissension; + We are their parents and original. + + + OBERON + 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. + + + TITANIA + Set your heart at rest: + The fairy land buys not the child of me. + His mother was a votaress of my order: + And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, + Full often hath she gossip'd by my side, + And sat 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 merchandise. + But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; + And for her sake do I rear up her boy, + And for her sake I will not part with him. + + + OBERON + How long within this wood intend you stay? + + + TITANIA + 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. + + + OBERON + Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. + + + TITANIA + Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away! + We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. + + Exit TITANIA with her train + + OBERON + Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove + Till I torment thee for this injury. + My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememberest + 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 + I remember. + + + OBERON + 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 loosed 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 watery moon, + And the imperial votaress 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. + Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee once: + The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids 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. + + + PUCK + I'll put a girdle round about the earth + In forty minutes. + + Exit + + OBERON + Having once this juice, + I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, + And drop the liquor of it in her eyes. + The next thing then she waking looks upon, + Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, + On meddling monkey, or on busy ape, + She shall pursue it with the soul of love: + And ere I take this charm from off her sight, + As I can take it with another herb, + I'll make her render up her page to me. + But who comes here? I am invisible; + And I will overhear their conference. + + Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA, following him + + DEMETRIUS + I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. + Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? + The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. + Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood; + And here am I, and wode within this wood, + Because I cannot meet my Hermia. + Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. + + + HELENA + You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; + But yet you draw not iron, for my heart + Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw, + And I shall have no power to follow you. + + + DEMETRIUS + Do I entice you? do I speak you fair? + Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth + Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you? + + + HELENA + And even for that do I love you the more. + I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, + The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: + Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, + Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, + Unworthy as I am, to follow you. + What worser place can I beg in your love,-- + And yet a place of high respect with me,-- + Than to be used as you use your dog? + + + DEMETRIUS + Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; + For I am sick when I do look on thee. + + + HELENA + And I am sick when I look not on you. + + + DEMETRIUS + You do impeach your modesty too much, + To leave the city and commit yourself + Into the hands of one that loves you not; + To trust the opportunity of night + And the ill counsel of a desert place + With the rich worth of your virginity. + + + HELENA + Your virtue is my privilege: for that + It is not night when I do see your face, + Therefore I think I am not in the night; + Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, + 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? + + + DEMETRIUS + I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, + And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. + + + HELENA + The wildest hath not such a heart as you. + Run when you will, the story shall be changed: + Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; + The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind + Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, + When cowardice pursues and valour flies. + + + DEMETRIUS + I will not stay thy questions; let me go: + Or, if thou follow me, do not believe + But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. + + + HELENA + Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, + You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! + Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: + We cannot fight for love, as men may do; + We should be wood and were not made to woo. + Exit DEMETRIUS + I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, + To die upon the hand I love so well. + + Exit + + OBERON + Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove, + Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love. + Re-enter PUCK + Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. + + + PUCK + Ay, there it is. + + + OBERON + I pray thee, give it me. + I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, + Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, + Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, + With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: + There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, + Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; + And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, + Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in: + And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, + And make her full of hateful fantasies. + Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: + A sweet Athenian lady is in love + With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; + But do it when the next thing he espies + May be the lady: thou shalt know the man + By the Athenian garments he hath on. + Effect it with some care, that he may prove + More fond on her than she upon her love: + And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. + + + PUCK + Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. + + Exeunt + + + SCENE II. Another part of the wood. + Enter TITANIA, with her train + + TITANIA + Come, now a roundel and a fairy song; + Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; + Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, + Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings, + To make my small elves coats, and some keep back + The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders + At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep; + Then to your offices and let me rest. + The Fairies sing + You spotted snakes with double tongue, + Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; + Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, + Come not near our fairy queen. + Philomel, with melody + Sing in our sweet lullaby; + Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby: + Never harm, + Nor spell nor charm, + Come our lovely lady nigh; + So, good night, with lullaby. + Weaving spiders, come not here; + Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence! + Beetles black, approach not near; + Worm nor snail, do no offence. + Philomel, with melody, &c. + + + Fairy + Hence, away! now all is well: + One aloof stand sentinel. + + Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps + Enter OBERON and squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eyelids + + OBERON + What thou seest when thou dost wake, + Do it for thy true-love take, + Love and languish for his sake: + Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, + Pard, or boar with bristled hair, + In thy eye that shall appear + When thou wakest, it is thy dear: + Wake when some vile thing is near. + + Exit + Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA + + LYSANDER + Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; + And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: + We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, + And tarry for the comfort of the day. + + + HERMIA + Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed; + For I upon this bank will rest my head. + + + LYSANDER + One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; + One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. + + + HERMIA + Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, + Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. + + + LYSANDER + O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! + Love takes the meaning in love's conference. + I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit + So that but one heart we can make of it; + Two bosoms interchained with an oath; + So then two bosoms and a single troth. + Then by your side no bed-room me deny; + For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. + + + HERMIA + Lysander riddles very prettily: + Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, + If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. + But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy + Lie further off; in human modesty, + Such separation as may well be said + Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, + So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend: + Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! + + + LYSANDER + Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; + And then end life when I end loyalty! + Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest! + + + HERMIA + With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd! + + They sleep + Enter PUCK + + PUCK + Through the forest have I gone. + But Athenian found I none, + On whose eyes I might approve + This flower's force in stirring love. + Night and silence.--Who is here? + Weeds of Athens he doth wear: + This is he, my master said, + Despised the Athenian maid; + And here the maiden, sleeping sound, + On the dank and dirty ground. + Pretty soul! she durst not lie + Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. + Churl, upon thy eyes I throw + All the power this charm doth owe. + When thou wakest, let love forbid + Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: + So awake when I am gone; + For I must now to Oberon. + + Exit + Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running + + HELENA + Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. + + + DEMETRIUS + I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. + + + HELENA + O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. + + + DEMETRIUS + Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go. + + Exit + + HELENA + O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! + The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. + Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; + For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. + How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: + If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. + No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; + For beasts 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 + Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? + But who is here? Lysander! on the ground! + Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. + Lysander if you live, good sir, awake. + + + LYSANDER + + Awaking And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. + Transparent Helena! Nature shows art, + That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. + Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word + Is that vile name to perish on my sword! + + + HELENA + Do not say so, Lysander; say not so + What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? + Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. + + + LYSANDER + Content with Hermia! No; I do repent + The tedious minutes I with her have spent. + Not Hermia but Helena I love: + Who will not change a raven for a dove? + The will of man is by his reason sway'd; + And reason says you are the worthier maid. + Things growing are not ripe until their season + So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; + And touching now the point of human skill, + Reason becomes the marshal to my will + And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook + Love's stories written in love's richest book. + + + HELENA + Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? + When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? + Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, + That I did never, no, nor never can, + Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, + But you must flout my insufficiency? + Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, + In such disdainful manner me to woo. + But fare you well: perforce I must confess + I thought you lord of more true gentleness. + O, that a lady, of one man refused. + Should of another therefore be abused! + + Exit + + LYSANDER + She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there: + And never mayst thou come Lysander near! + For as a surfeit of the sweetest things + The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, + Or as tie heresies that men do leave + Are hated most of those they did deceive, + So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, + Of all be hated, but the most of me! + And, all my powers, address your love and might + To honour Helen and to be her knight! + + Exit + + HERMIA + + Awaking Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best + To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! + Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here! + Lysander, look how I do quake with fear: + Methought a serpent eat my heart away, + And you sat smiling at his cruel pray. + Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! + What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word? + Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear; + Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear. + No? then I well perceive you all not nigh + Either death or you I'll find immediately. + + Exit + + + + ACT III + + SCENE I. The wood. TITANIA lying asleep. + Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and +STARVELING + + BOTTOM + Are we all met? + + + QUINCE + Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place + for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our + stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we + will do it in action as we will do it before the duke. + + + BOTTOM + Peter Quince,-- + + + QUINCE + What sayest thou, bully Bottom? + + + BOTTOM + There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and + Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must + draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies + cannot abide. How answer you that? + + + SNOUT + By'r lakin, a parlous fear. + + + STARVELING + I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done. + + + BOTTOM + Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. + Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to + say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that + Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more + better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not + Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them + out of fear. + + + QUINCE + Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be + written in eight and six. + + + BOTTOM + No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. + + + SNOUT + Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? + + + STARVELING + I fear it, I promise you. + + + BOTTOM + Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to + bring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, is a + most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful + wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to + look to 't. + + + SNOUT + Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion. + + + BOTTOM + Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must + be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself + must speak through, saying thus, or to the same + defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I would wish + You,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I would + entreat you,--not to fear, not to tremble: my life + for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it + were pity of my life: no I am no such thing; I am a + man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name + his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner. + + + QUINCE + Well it shall be so. But there is two hard things; + that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for, + you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight. + + + SNOUT + Doth the moon shine that night we play our play? + + + BOTTOM + A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find + out moonshine, find out moonshine. + + + QUINCE + Yes, it doth shine that night. + + + BOTTOM + Why, then may you leave a casement of the great + chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon + may shine in at the casement. + + + QUINCE + Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns + and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to + present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is + another thing: we must have a wall in the great + chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says the story, did + talk through the chink of a wall. + + + SNOUT + You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom? + + + BOTTOM + Some man or other must present Wall: and let him + have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast + about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his + fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus + and Thisby whisper. + + + QUINCE + If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, + every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. + Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your + speech, enter into that brake: and so every one + according to his cue. + + Enter PUCK behind + + PUCK + What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here, + So near the cradle of the fairy queen? + What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor; + An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. + + + QUINCE + Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth. + + + BOTTOM + Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,-- + + + QUINCE + Odours, odours. + + + BOTTOM + --odours savours sweet: + So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. + But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile, + And by and by I will to thee appear. + + Exit + + PUCK + A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here. + + Exit + + FLUTE + Must I speak now? + + + QUINCE + Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes + but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. + + + FLUTE + Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue, + Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, + Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew, + As true as truest horse that yet would never tire, + I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. + + + QUINCE + 'Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not speak that + yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your + part at once, cues and all Pyramus enter: your cue + is past; it is, 'never tire.' + + + FLUTE + O,--As true as truest horse, that yet would + never tire. + + Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head + + BOTTOM + If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. + + + QUINCE + O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, + masters! fly, masters! Help! + + Exeunt QUINCE, SNUG, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING + + PUCK + I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, + Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier: + Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, + A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; + And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, + Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. + + Exit + + BOTTOM + Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to + make me afeard. + + Re-enter SNOUT + + SNOUT + O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee? + + + BOTTOM + What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do + you? + + Exit SNOUT + Re-enter QUINCE + + QUINCE + Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art + translated. + + Exit + + BOTTOM + I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; + to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir + from this place, do what they can: I will walk up + and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear + I am not afraid. + Sings + The ousel cock so black of hue, + With orange-tawny bill, + The throstle with his note so true, + The wren with little quill,-- + + + TITANIA + + Awaking What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? + + + BOTTOM + + Sings + + The finch, the sparrow and the lark, + The plain-song cuckoo gray, + Whose note full many a man doth mark, + And dares not answer nay;-- + for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish + a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry + 'cuckoo' never so? + + + TITANIA + I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: + Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; + So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; + And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me + On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. + + + BOTTOM + Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason + for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and + love keep little company together now-a-days; the + more the pity that some honest neighbours will not + make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. + + + TITANIA + Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. + + + BOTTOM + Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out + of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. + + + TITANIA + Out of this wood do not desire to go: + Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. + I am a spirit of no common rate; + The summer still doth tend upon my state; + And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; + I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee, + And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, + And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep; + And I will purge thy mortal grossness so + That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. + Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! + + Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED + + PEASEBLOSSOM + Ready. + + + COBWEB + And I. + + + MOTH + And I. + + + MUSTARDSEED + And I. + + + ALL + Where shall we go? + + + TITANIA + Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; + Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; + Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, + With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; + The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, + And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs + And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, + To have my love to bed and to arise; + And pluck the wings from Painted butterflies + To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: + Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. + + + PEASEBLOSSOM + Hail, mortal! + + + COBWEB + Hail! + + + MOTH + Hail! + + + MUSTARDSEED + Hail! + + + BOTTOM + I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your + worship's name. + + + COBWEB + Cobweb. + + + BOTTOM + I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master + Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with + you. Your name, honest gentleman? + + + PEASEBLOSSOM + Peaseblossom. + + + BOTTOM + I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your + mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good + Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more + acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir? + + + MUSTARDSEED + Mustardseed. + + + BOTTOM + Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: + that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath + devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise + you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I + desire your more acquaintance, good Master + Mustardseed. + + + TITANIA + Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. + The moon methinks looks with a watery eye; + And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, + Lamenting some enforced chastity. + Tie up my love's tongue bring him silently. + + Exeunt + + + SCENE II. Another part of the wood. + Enter OBERON + + OBERON + I wonder if Titania be awaked; + Then, what it was that next came in her eye, + Which she must dote on in extremity. + Enter PUCK + Here comes my messenger. + How now, mad spirit! + What night-rule now about this haunted grove? + + + PUCK + My mistress with a monster is in love. + Near to her close and consecrated bower, + While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, + A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, + That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, + Were met together to rehearse a play + Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day. + The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, + Who Pyramus presented, in their sport + Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake + When I did him at this advantage take, + An ass's nole I fixed on his head: + Anon his Thisbe must be answered, + And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy, + As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, + Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, + Rising and cawing at the gun's report, + Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, + So, at his sight, away his fellows fly; + And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; + He murder cries and help from Athens calls. + Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears + thus strong, + Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; + For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; + Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all + things catch. + I led them on in this distracted fear, + And left sweet Pyramus translated there: + When in that moment, so it came to pass, + Titania waked and straightway loved an ass. + + + OBERON + This falls out better than I could devise. + But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes + With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? + + + PUCK + I took him sleeping,--that is finish'd too,-- + And the Athenian woman by his side: + That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed. + + Enter HERMIA and DEMETRIUS + + OBERON + Stand close: this is the same Athenian. + + + PUCK + This is the woman, but not this the man. + + + DEMETRIUS + O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? + Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. + + + HERMIA + Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse, + For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse, + If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, + Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, + And kill me too. + The sun was not so true unto the day + As he to me: would he have stolen away + From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon + This whole earth may be bored and that the moon + May through the centre creep and so displease + Her brother's noontide with Antipodes. + It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him; + So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim. + + + DEMETRIUS + So should the murder'd look, and so should I, + Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty: + Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, + As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. + + + HERMIA + What's this to my Lysander? where is he? + Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? + + + DEMETRIUS + I had rather give his carcass to my hounds. + + + HERMIA + Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds + Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? + Henceforth be never number'd among men! + O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake! + Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake, + And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! + Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? + An adder did it; for with doubler tongue + Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. + + + DEMETRIUS + You spend your passion on a misprised mood: + I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; + Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. + + + HERMIA + I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. + + + DEMETRIUS + An if I could, what should I get therefore? + + + HERMIA + A privilege never to see me more. + And from thy hated presence part I so: + See me no more, whether he be dead or no. + + Exit + + DEMETRIUS + There is no following her in this fierce vein: + Here therefore for a while I will remain. + So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow + For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe: + Which now in some slight measure it will pay, + If for his tender here I make some stay. + + Lies down and sleeps + + OBERON + What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite + And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: + Of thy misprision must perforce ensue + Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true. + + + PUCK + Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth, + A million fail, confounding oath on oath. + + + OBERON + About the wood go swifter than the wind, + And Helena of Athens look thou find: + All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, + With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear: + By some illusion see thou bring her here: + I'll charm his eyes against she do appear. + + + PUCK + I go, I go; look how I go, + Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. + + Exit + + OBERON + Flower of this purple dye, + Hit with Cupid's archery, + Sink in apple of his eye. + When his love he doth espy, + Let her shine as gloriously + As the Venus of the sky. + When thou wakest, if she be by, + Beg of her for remedy. + + Re-enter PUCK + + PUCK + Captain of our fairy band, + Helena is here at hand; + And the youth, mistook by me, + Pleading for a lover's fee. + Shall we their fond pageant see? + Lord, what fools these mortals be! + + + OBERON + Stand aside: the noise they make + Will cause Demetrius to awake. + + + PUCK + Then will two at once woo one; + That must needs be sport alone; + And those things do best please me + That befal preposterously. + + Enter LYSANDER and HELENA + + LYSANDER + Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? + Scorn and derision never come in tears: + Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, + In their nativity all truth appears. + How can these things in me seem scorn to you, + Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? + + + HELENA + You do advance your cunning more and more. + When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! + These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er? + Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: + Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, + Will even weigh, and both as light as tales. + + + LYSANDER + I had no judgment when to her I swore. + + + HELENA + Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. + + + LYSANDER + Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. + + + DEMETRIUS + + Awaking O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! + To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? + Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show + Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! + That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow, + Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow + When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss + This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! + + + HELENA + O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent + To set against me for your merriment: + If you we re civil and knew courtesy, + You would not do me thus much injury. + Can you not hate me, as I know you do, + But you must join in souls to mock me too? + If you were men, as men you are in show, + You would not use a gentle lady so; + To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, + When I am sure you hate me with your hearts. + You both are rivals, and love Hermia; + And now both rivals, to mock Helena: + A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, + To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes + With your derision! none of noble sort + Would so offend a virgin, and extort + A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. + + + LYSANDER + You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; + For you love Hermia; this you know I know: + And here, with all good will, with all my heart, + In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; + And yours of Helena to me bequeath, + Whom I do love and will do till my death. + + + HELENA + Never did mockers waste more idle breath. + + + DEMETRIUS + Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: + If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone. + My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd, + And now to Helen is it home return'd, + There to remain. + + + LYSANDER + Helen, it is not so. + + + DEMETRIUS + Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, + Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. + Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. + + Re-enter HERMIA + + HERMIA + Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, + The ear more quick of apprehension makes; + Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, + It pays the hearing double recompense. + Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; + Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound + But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? + + + LYSANDER + Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? + + + HERMIA + What love could press Lysander from my side? + + + LYSANDER + Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, + Fair Helena, who more engilds the night + Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light. + Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, + The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? + + + HERMIA + You speak not as you think: it cannot be. + + + HELENA + Lo, she is one of this confederacy! + Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three + To fashion this false sport, in spite of me. + Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid! + Have you conspired, have you with these contrived + To bait me with this foul derision? + Is all the counsel that we two have shared, + The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, + When we have chid the hasty-footed time + For parting us,--O, is it all forgot? + All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? + We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, + Have with our needles created both one flower, + Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, + Both warbling of one song, both in one key, + As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, + Had been incorporate. So we grow together, + Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, + But yet an union in partition; + Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; + So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; + Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, + Due but to one and crowned with one crest. + And will you rent our ancient love asunder, + To join with men in scorning your poor friend? + It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: + Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, + Though I alone do feel the injury. + + + HERMIA + I am amazed at your passionate words. + I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me. + + + HELENA + Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, + To follow me and praise my eyes and face? + And made your other love, Demetrius, + Who even but now did spurn me with his foot, + To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare, + Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this + To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander + Deny your love, so rich within his soul, + And tender me, forsooth, affection, + But by your setting on, by your consent? + What thought I be not so in grace as you, + So hung upon with love, so fortunate, + But miserable most, to love unloved? + This you should pity rather than despise. + + + HERNIA + I understand not what you mean by this. + + + HELENA + Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, + Make mouths upon me when I turn my back; + Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up: + This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. + If you have any pity, grace, or manners, + You would not make me such an argument. + But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault; + Which death or absence soon shall remedy. + + + LYSANDER + Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse: + My love, my life my soul, fair Helena! + + + HELENA + O excellent! + + + HERMIA + Sweet, do not scorn her so. + + + DEMETRIUS + If she cannot entreat, I can compel. + + + LYSANDER + Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: + Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. + Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do: + I swear by that which I will lose for thee, + To prove him false that says I love thee not. + + + DEMETRIUS + I say I love thee more than he can do. + + + LYSANDER + If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. + + + DEMETRIUS + Quick, come! + + + HERMIA + Lysander, whereto tends all this? + + + LYSANDER + Away, you Ethiope! + + + DEMETRIUS + No, no; he'll + Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow, + But yet come not: you are a tame man, go! + + + LYSANDER + Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, + Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! + + + HERMIA + Why are you grown so rude? what change is this? + Sweet love,-- + + + LYSANDER + Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out! + Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! + + + HERMIA + Do you not jest? + + + HELENA + Yes, sooth; and so do you. + + + LYSANDER + Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. + + + DEMETRIUS + I would I had your bond, for I perceive + A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. + + + LYSANDER + What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? + Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. + + + HERMIA + What, can you do me greater harm than hate? + Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love! + Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander? + I am as fair now as I was erewhile. + Since night you loved me; yet since night you left + me: + Why, then you left me--O, the gods forbid!-- + In earnest, shall I say? + + + LYSANDER + Ay, by my life; + And never did desire to see thee more. + Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt; + Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest + That I do hate thee and love Helena. + + + HERMIA + O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! + You thief of love! what, have you come by night + And stolen my love's heart from him? + + + HELENA + Fine, i'faith! + Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, + No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear + Impatient answers from my gentle tongue? + Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you! + + + HERMIA + Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game. + Now I perceive that she hath made compare + Between our statures; she hath urged her height; + And with her personage, her tall personage, + Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him. + And are you grown so high in his esteem; + Because I am so dwarfish and so low? + How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak; + How low am I? I am not yet so low + But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. + + + HELENA + I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, + Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; + I have no gift at all in shrewishness; + I am a right maid for my cowardice: + Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think, + Because she is something lower than myself, + That I can match her. + + + HERMIA + Lower! hark, again. + + + HELENA + Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. + I evermore did love you, Hermia, + Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; + Save that, in love unto Demetrius, + I told him of your stealth unto this wood. + He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him; + But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me + To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: + And now, so you will let me quiet go, + To Athens will I bear my folly back + And follow you no further: let me go: + You see how simple and how fond I am. + + + HERMIA + Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders you? + + + HELENA + A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. + + + HERMIA + What, with Lysander? + + + HELENA + With Demetrius. + + + LYSANDER + Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. + + + DEMETRIUS + No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. + + + HELENA + O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! + She was a vixen when she went to school; + And though she be but little, she is fierce. + + + HERMIA + 'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'! + Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? + Let me come to her. + + + LYSANDER + Get you gone, you dwarf; + You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; + You bead, you acorn. + + + DEMETRIUS + You are too officious + In her behalf that scorns your services. + Let her alone: speak not of Helena; + Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend + Never so little show of love to her, + Thou shalt aby it. + + + LYSANDER + Now she holds me not; + Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right, + Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. + + + DEMETRIUS + Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole. + + Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS + + HERMIA + You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: + Nay, go not back. + + + HELENA + I will not trust you, I, + Nor longer stay in your curst company. + Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, + My legs are longer though, to run away. + + Exit + + HERMIA + I am amazed, and know not what to say. + + Exit + + OBERON + This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest, + Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. + + + PUCK + Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. + Did not you tell me I should know the man + By the Athenian garment be had on? + And so far blameless proves my enterprise, + That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes; + And so far am I glad it so did sort + As this their jangling I esteem a sport. + + + OBERON + Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight: + Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; + The starry welkin cover thou anon + With drooping fog as black as Acheron, + And lead these testy rivals so astray + As one come not within another's way. + Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, + Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; + And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; + And from each other look thou lead them thus, + Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep + With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: + Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; + Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, + To take from thence all error with his might, + And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. + When they next wake, all this derision + Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision, + And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, + With league whose date till death shall never end. + Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, + I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy; + And then I will her charmed eye release + From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. + + + PUCK + My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, + For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, + And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; + At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, + Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, + That in crossways and floods have burial, + Already to their wormy beds are gone; + For fear lest day should look their shames upon, + They willfully themselves exile from light + And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. + + + OBERON + But we are spirits of another sort: + I with the morning's love have oft made sport, + And, like a forester, the groves may tread, + Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, + Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, + Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. + But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: + We may effect this business yet ere day. + + Exit + + PUCK + Up and down, up and down, + I will lead them up and down: + I am fear'd in field and town: + Goblin, lead them up and down. + Here comes one. + + Re-enter LYSANDER + + LYSANDER + Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. + + + PUCK + Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? + + + LYSANDER + I will be with thee straight. + + + PUCK + Follow me, then, + To plainer ground. + + Exit LYSANDER, as following the voice + Re-enter DEMETRIUS + + DEMETRIUS + Lysander! speak again: + Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? + Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? + + + PUCK + Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, + Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, + And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child; + I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled + That draws a sword on thee. + + + DEMETRIUS + Yea, art thou there? + + + PUCK + Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here. + + Exeunt + Re-enter LYSANDER + + LYSANDER + He goes before me and still dares me on: + When I come where he calls, then he is gone. + The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I: + I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; + That fallen am I in dark uneven way, + And here will rest me. + Lies down + Come, thou gentle day! + For if but once thou show me thy grey light, + I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite. + + Sleeps + Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS + + PUCK + Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not? + + + DEMETRIUS + Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot + Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place, + And darest not stand, nor look me in the face. + Where art thou now? + + + PUCK + Come hither: I am here. + + + DEMETRIUS + Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear, + If ever I thy face by daylight see: + Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me + To measure out my length on this cold bed. + By day's approach look to be visited. + + Lies down and sleeps + Re-enter HELENA + + HELENA + O weary night, O long and tedious night, + Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east, + That I may back to Athens by daylight, + From these that my poor company detest: + And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, + Steal me awhile from mine own company. + + Lies down and sleeps + + PUCK + Yet but three? Come one more; + Two of both kinds make up four. + Here she comes, curst and sad: + Cupid is a knavish lad, + Thus to make poor females mad. + + Re-enter HERMIA + + HERMIA + Never so weary, never so in woe, + Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers, + I can no further crawl, no further go; + My legs can keep no pace with my desires. + Here will I rest me till the break of day. + Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! + + Lies down and sleeps + + PUCK + On the ground + Sleep sound: + I'll apply + To your eye, + Gentle lover, remedy. + Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eyes + When thou wakest, + Thou takest + True delight + In the sight + Of thy former lady's eye: + And the country proverb known, + That every man should take his own, + In your waking shall be shown: + Jack shall have Jill; + Nought shall go ill; + The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. + + Exit + + + + ACT IV + + SCENE I. The same. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA lying asleep. + Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, +MUSTARDSEED, and other Fairies attending; OBERON +behind unseen + + 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. + + + BOTTOM + Where's Peaseblossom? + + + PEASEBLOSSOM + Ready. + + + BOTTOM + Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb? + + + COBWEB + Ready. + + + BOTTOM + Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your + weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped + humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good + mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret + yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and, + good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; + I would be loath to have you overflown with a + honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed? + + + MUSTARDSEED + Ready. + + + BOTTOM + Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, + leave your courtesy, good mounsieur. + + + MUSTARDSEED + What's your Will? + + + BOTTOM + Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery 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. + + + TITANIA + What, wilt thou hear some music, + my sweet love? + + + BOTTOM + I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have + the tongs and the bones. + + + TITANIA + Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. + + + 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. + + + TITANIA + I have a venturous fairy that shall seek + The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. + + + 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. + + + TITANIA + Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. + Fairies, begone, and be all ways away. + Exeunt fairies + 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! + + They sleep + Enter PUCK + + OBERON + + Advancing Welcome, good Robin. + See'st thou this sweet sight? + Her dotage now I do begin to pity: + For, meeting her of late behind the wood, + Seeking sweet favours from this hateful fool, + I did upbraid her and fall out with her; + For she his hairy temples then had rounded + With a 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 flowerets' 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; + See as thou wast 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. + + + TITANIA + My Oberon! what visions have I seen! + Methought I was enamour'd of an ass. + + + OBERON + There lies your love. + + + TITANIA + How came these things to pass? + O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! + + + OBERON + Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. + Titania, music call; and strike more dead + Than common sleep of all these five the sense. + + + TITANIA + Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! + + Music, still + + PUCK + Now, when thou wakest, with thine + own fool's eyes peep. + + + OBERON + Sound, 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. + + + PUCK + Fairy king, attend, and mark: + I do hear the morning lark. + + + OBERON + Then, my queen, in silence sad, + Trip we after the night's shade: + We the globe can compass soon, + Swifter than the wandering moon. + + + 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. + Exeunt + + Horns winded within + Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train + + 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; let them go: + Dispatch, I say, and find the forester. + Exit an Attendant + We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, + And mark the musical confusion + Of hounds and echo in conjunction. + + + 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. + + + 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-lapp'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? + + + 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. + + + THESEUS + No doubt they rose up early to observe + The rite of May, and hearing our intent, + Came here in grace our solemnity. + But speak, Egeus; is not this the day + That Hermia should give answer of her choice? + + + EGEUS + It is, my lord. + + + THESEUS + Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. + Horns and shout within. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, +HELENA, and HERMIA wake and start up + Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: + Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? + + + LYSANDER + Pardon, my lord. + + + 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? + + + 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 do I bethink me, so it is,-- + I came with Hermia hither: our intent + Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, + Without the peril of the Athenian law. + + + EGEUS + Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: + I beg the law, the law, upon his head. + They would have stolen 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. + + + 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 gaud + 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 in 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. + + + 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 purposed hunting shall be set aside. + Away with us to Athens; three and three, + We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. + Come, Hippolyta. + + Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train + + DEMETRIUS + These things seem small and undistinguishable, + + + HERMIA + Methinks I see these things with parted eye, + When every thing seems double. + + + HELENA + So methinks: + And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, + Mine own, and not mine own. + + + DEMETRIUS + Are you sure + That we are awake? It seems to me + That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think + The duke was here, and bid us follow him? + + + HERMIA + Yea; and my father. + + + HELENA + And Hippolyta. + + + LYSANDER + And he did bid us follow to the temple. + + + DEMETRIUS + Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him + And by the way let us recount our dreams. + + Exeunt + + BOTTOM + + Awaking 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, stolen + 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. + + Exit + + + SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house. + Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING + + QUINCE + Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? + + + STARVELING + He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is + transported. + + + FLUTE + If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes + not forward, doth it? + + + QUINCE + It is not possible: you have not a man in all + Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he. + + + FLUTE + No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft + man in Athens. + + + QUINCE + Yea and the best person too; and he is a very + paramour for a sweet voice. + + + FLUTE + You must say 'paragon:' a paramour is, God bless us, + a thing of naught. + + Enter SNUG + + SNUG + Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and + there is two or three lords and ladies more married: + if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made + men. + + + FLUTE + O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a + day during his life; he could not have 'scaped + sixpence a day: an the duke had not given him + sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; + he would have deserved it: sixpence a day in + Pyramus, or nothing. + + Enter BOTTOM + + BOTTOM + Where are these lads? where are these hearts? + + + QUINCE + Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour! + + + BOTTOM + Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not + what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I + will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. + + + QUINCE + Let us hear, sweet Bottom. + + + BOTTOM + Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that + the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together, + good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your + pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look + o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our + play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have + clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion + pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the + lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions + nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I + do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet + comedy. No more words: away! go, away! + + Exeunt + + + + ACT V + + SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. + Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords and +Attendants + + HIPPOLYTA + 'Tis strange my Theseus, that these + lovers speak of. + + + THESEUS + More strange than true: I never may believe + These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. + Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, + Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend + More than cool reason ever comprehends. + The lunatic, the lover and the poet + Are of imagination all compact: + One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, + That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, + Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: + The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, + Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; + And as imagination bodies forth + The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen + Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing + A local habitation and a name. + Such tricks hath strong imagination, + That if it would but apprehend some joy, + It comprehends some bringer of that joy; + Or in the night, imagining some fear, + How easy is a bush supposed a bear! + + + HIPPOLYTA + But all the story of the night told over, + And all their minds transfigured so together, + More witnesseth than fancy's images + And grows to something of great constancy; + But, howsoever, strange and admirable. + + + THESEUS + Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. + Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA + Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love + Accompany your hearts! + + + LYSANDER + More than to us + Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed! + + + THESEUS + Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have, + To wear away this long age of three hours + Between our after-supper and bed-time? + Where is our usual manager of mirth? + What revels are in hand? Is there no play, + To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? + Call Philostrate. + + + PHILOSTRATE + Here, mighty Theseus. + + + THESEUS + Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? + What masque? what music? How shall we beguile + The lazy time, if not with some delight? + + + PHILOSTRATE + There is a brief how many sports are ripe: + Make choice of which your highness will see first. + + Giving a paper + + THESEUS + + Reads 'The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung + By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.' + We'll none of that: that have I told my love, + In glory of my kinsman Hercules. + Reads + 'The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, + Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.' + That is an old device; and it was play'd + When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. + Reads + 'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death + Of Learning, late deceased in beggary.' + That is some satire, keen and critical, + Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. + Reads + 'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus + And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.' + Merry and tragical! tedious and brief! + That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow. + How shall we find the concord of this discord? + + + PHILOSTRATE + A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, + Which is as brief as I have known a play; + But by ten words, my lord, it is too long, + Which makes it tedious; for in all the play + There is not one word apt, one player fitted: + And tragical, my noble lord, it is; + For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. + Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess, + Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears + The passion of loud laughter never shed. + + + THESEUS + What are they that do play it? + + + PHILOSTRATE + Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, + Which never labour'd in their minds till now, + And now have toil'd their unbreathed memories + With this same play, against your nuptial. + + + THESEUS + And we will hear it. + + + PHILOSTRATE + No, my noble lord; + It is not for you: I have heard it over, + And it is nothing, nothing in the world; + Unless you can find sport in their intents, + Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, + To do you service. + + + THESEUS + I will hear that play; + For never anything can be amiss, + When simpleness and duty tender it. + Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies. + + Exit PHILOSTRATE + + HIPPOLYTA + I love not to see wretchedness o'er charged + And duty in his service perishing. + + + THESEUS + Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. + + + HIPPOLYTA + He says they can do nothing in this kind. + + + THESEUS + The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. + Our sport shall be to take what they mistake: + And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect + Takes it in might, not merit. + Where I have come, great clerks have purposed + To greet me with premeditated welcomes; + Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, + Make periods in the midst of sentences, + Throttle their practised accent in their fears + And in conclusion dumbly have broke off, + Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, + Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome; + And in the modesty of fearful duty + I read as much as from the rattling tongue + Of saucy and audacious eloquence. + Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity + In least speak most, to my capacity. + + Re-enter PHILOSTRATE + + PHILOSTRATE + So please your grace, the Prologue is address'd. + + + THESEUS + Let him approach. + + Flourish of trumpets + Enter QUINCE for the Prologue + + Prologue + If we offend, it is with our good will. + That you should think, we come not to offend, + But with good will. To show our simple skill, + That is the true beginning of our end. + Consider then we come but in despite. + We do not come as minding to contest you, + Our true intent is. All for your delight + We are not here. That you should here repent you, + The actors are at hand and by their show + You shall know all that you are like to know. + + + THESEUS + This fellow doth not stand upon points. + + + LYSANDER + He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows + not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not + enough to speak, but to speak true. + + + HIPPOLYTA + Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child + on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. + + + THESEUS + His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing + impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? + + Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion + + Prologue + Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; + But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. + This man is Pyramus, if you would know; + This beauteous lady Thisby is certain. + This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present + Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder; + And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content + To whisper. At the which let no man wonder. + This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn, + Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know, + By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn + To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. + This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, + The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, + Did scare away, or rather did affright; + And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall, + Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. + Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, + And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: + Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, + He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast; + And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, + His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, + Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain + At large discourse, while here they do remain. + + Exeunt Prologue, Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine + + THESEUS + I wonder if the lion be to speak. + + + DEMETRIUS + No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do. + + + Wall + In this same interlude it doth befall + That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; + And such a wall, as I would have you think, + That had in it a crannied hole or chink, + Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, + Did whisper often very secretly. + This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show + That I am that same wall; the truth is so: + And this the cranny is, right and sinister, + Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. + + + THESEUS + Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? + + + DEMETRIUS + It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard + discourse, my lord. + + Enter Pyramus + + THESEUS + Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! + + + Pyramus + O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! + O night, which ever art when day is not! + O night, O night! alack, alack, alack, + I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! + And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, + That stand'st between her father's ground and mine! + Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, + Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne! + Wall holds up his fingers + Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this! + But what see I? No Thisby do I see. + O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss! + Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me! + + + THESEUS + The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. + + + Pyramus + No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me' + is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to + spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will + fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes. + + Enter Thisbe + + Thisbe + O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, + For parting my fair Pyramus and me! + My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones, + Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. + + + Pyramus + I see a voice: now will I to the chink, + To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby! + + + Thisbe + My love thou art, my love I think. + + + Pyramus + Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; + And, like Limander, am I trusty still. + + + Thisbe + And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill. + + + Pyramus + Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true. + + + Thisbe + As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. + + + Pyramus + O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall! + + + Thisbe + I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all. + + + Pyramus + Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway? + + + Thisbe + 'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay. + + Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe + + Wall + Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; + And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. + + Exit + + THESEUS + Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. + + + DEMETRIUS + No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear + without warning. + + + HIPPOLYTA + This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. + + + THESEUS + The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst + are no worse, if imagination amend them. + + + HIPPOLYTA + It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. + + + THESEUS + If we imagine no worse of them than they of + themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here + come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion. + + Enter Lion and Moonshine + + Lion + You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear + The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, + May now perchance both quake and tremble here, + When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. + Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am + A lion-fell, nor else no lion's dam; + For, if I should as lion come in strife + Into this place, 'twere pity on my life. + + + THESEUS + A very gentle beast, of a good conscience. + + + DEMETRIUS + The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw. + + + LYSANDER + This lion is a very fox for his valour. + + + THESEUS + True; and a goose for his discretion. + + + DEMETRIUS + Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his + discretion; and the fox carries the goose. + + + THESEUS + His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; + for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: + leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. + + + Moonshine + This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;-- + + + DEMETRIUS + He should have worn the horns on his head. + + + THESEUS + He is no crescent, and his horns are + invisible within the circumference. + + + Moonshine + This lanthorn doth the horned moon present; + Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be. + + + THESEUS + This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man + should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the + man i' the moon? + + + DEMETRIUS + He dares not come there for the candle; for, you + see, it is already in snuff. + + + HIPPOLYTA + I am aweary of this moon: would he would change! + + + THESEUS + It appears, by his small light of discretion, that + he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all + reason, we must stay the time. + + + LYSANDER + Proceed, Moon. + + + Moonshine + All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the + lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this + thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. + + + DEMETRIUS + Why, all these should be in the lanthorn; for all + these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe. + + Enter Thisbe + + Thisbe + This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love? + + + Lion + + Roaring Oh-- + + Thisbe runs off + + DEMETRIUS + Well roared, Lion. + + + THESEUS + Well run, Thisbe. + + + HIPPOLYTA + Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a + good grace. + + The Lion shakes Thisbe's mantle, and exit + + THESEUS + Well moused, Lion. + + + LYSANDER + And so the lion vanished. + + + DEMETRIUS + And then came Pyramus. + + Enter Pyramus + + Pyramus + Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; + I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright; + For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams, + I trust to take of truest Thisby sight. + But stay, O spite! + But mark, poor knight, + What dreadful dole is here! + Eyes, do you see? + How can it be? + O dainty duck! O dear! + Thy mantle good, + What, stain'd with blood! + Approach, ye Furies fell! + O Fates, come, come, + Cut thread and thrum; + Quail, crush, conclude, and quell! + + + THESEUS + This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would + go near to make a man look sad. + + + HIPPOLYTA + Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. + + + Pyramus + O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame? + Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear: + Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame + That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd + with cheer. + Come, tears, confound; + Out, sword, and wound + The pap of Pyramus; + Ay, that left pap, + Where heart doth hop: + Stabs himself + Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. + Now am I dead, + Now am I fled; + My soul is in the sky: + Tongue, lose thy light; + Moon take thy flight: + Exit Moonshine + Now die, die, die, die, die. + + Dies + + DEMETRIUS + No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. + + + LYSANDER + Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. + + + THESEUS + With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and + prove an ass. + + + HIPPOLYTA + How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes + back and finds her lover? + + + THESEUS + She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and + her passion ends the play. + + Re-enter Thisbe + + HIPPOLYTA + Methinks she should not use a long one for such a + Pyramus: I hope she will be brief. + + + DEMETRIUS + A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which + Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us; + she for a woman, God bless us. + + + LYSANDER + She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. + + + DEMETRIUS + And thus she means, videlicet:-- + + + Thisbe + Asleep, my love? + What, dead, my dove? + O Pyramus, arise! + Speak, speak. Quite dumb? + Dead, dead? A tomb + Must cover thy sweet eyes. + These My lips, + This cherry nose, + These yellow cowslip cheeks, + Are gone, are gone: + Lovers, make moan: + His eyes were green as leeks. + O Sisters Three, + Come, come to me, + With hands as pale as milk; + Lay them in gore, + Since you have shore + With shears his thread of silk. + Tongue, not a word: + Come, trusty sword; + Come, blade, my breast imbrue: + Stabs herself + And, farewell, friends; + Thus Thisby ends: + Adieu, adieu, adieu. + + Dies + + THESEUS + Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. + + + DEMETRIUS + Ay, and Wall too. + + + BOTTOM + + Starting up No assure you; the wall is down that + parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the + epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two + of our company? + + + THESEUS + No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no + excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all + dead, there needs none to be blamed. Marry, if he + that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself + in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine + tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably + discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your + epilogue alone. + A dance + The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: + Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. + I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn + As much as we this night have overwatch'd. + This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled + The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed. + A fortnight hold we this solemnity, + In nightly revels and new jollity. + + Exeunt + Enter PUCK + + PUCK + Now the hungry lion roars, + And the wolf behowls the moon; + Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, + All with weary task fordone. + Now the wasted brands do glow, + Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, + Puts the wretch that lies in woe + In remembrance of a shroud. + Now it is the time of night + That the graves all gaping wide, + Every one lets forth his sprite, + In the church-way paths to glide: + And we fairies, that do run + By the triple Hecate's team, + From the presence of the sun, + Following darkness like a dream, + Now are frolic: not a mouse + Shall disturb this hallow'd house: + I am sent with broom before, + To sweep the dust behind the door. + + Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train + + OBERON + Through the house give gathering light, + By the dead and drowsy fire: + Every elf and fairy sprite + Hop as light as bird from brier; + And this ditty, after me, + Sing, and dance it trippingly. + + + TITANIA + First, rehearse your song by rote + To each word a warbling note: + Hand in hand, with fairy grace, + Will we sing, and bless this place. + + Song and dance + + OBERON + Now, until the break of day, + Through this house each fairy stray. + To the best bride-bed will we, + Which by us shall blessed be; + And the issue there create + Ever shall be fortunate. + So shall all the couples three + Ever true in loving be; + And the blots of Nature's hand + Shall not in their issue stand; + Never mole, hare lip, nor scar, + Nor mark prodigious, such as are + Despised in nativity, + Shall upon their children be. + With this field-dew consecrate, + Every fairy take his gait; + And each several chamber bless, + Through this palace, with sweet peace; + And the owner of it blest + Ever shall in safety rest. + Trip away; make no stay; + Meet me all by break of day. + + Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train + + PUCK + If we shadows have offended, + Think but this, and all is mended, + That you have but slumber'd here + While these visions did appear. + And this weak and idle theme, + No more yielding but a dream, + Gentles, do not reprehend: + if you pardon, we will mend: + And, as I am an honest Puck, + If we have unearned luck + Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, + We will make amends ere long; + Else the Puck a liar call; + So, good night unto you all. + Give me your hands, if we be friends, + And Robin shall restore amends. + + + + diff --git a/resources/test7.xml b/resources/test7.xml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b9dcbf7 --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/test7.xml @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ + + + + + diff --git a/resources/textfile.txt b/resources/textfile.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..851fb83 --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/textfile.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ + diff --git a/resources/utf8test.xml b/resources/utf8test.xml new file mode 100755 index 0000000..4fd71ce --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/utf8test.xml @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ + + + The world has many languages + Мир имеет много языков + el mundo tiene muchos idiomas + 世界有很多语言 + <Русский название="name" ценность="value"><имеет> + <汉语 名字="name" 价值="value">世界有很多语言 + "Mëtæl!" + <ä>Umlaut Element + diff --git a/resources/utf8testout.xml b/resources/utf8testout.xml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d9b3c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/utf8testout.xml @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ + + + The world has many languages + Мир имеет много языков + el mundo tiene muchos idiomas + 世界有很多语言 + <Русский название="name" ценность="value"><имеет> + <汉语 名字="name" 价值="value">世界有很多语言 + "Mëtæl!" + <ä>Umlaut Element + diff --git a/resources/utf8testverify.xml b/resources/utf8testverify.xml new file mode 100755 index 0000000..7d9b3c0 --- /dev/null +++ b/resources/utf8testverify.xml @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ + + + The world has many languages + Мир имеет много языков + el mundo tiene muchos idiomas + 世界有很多语言 + <Русский название="name" ценность="value"><имеет> + <汉语 名字="name" 价值="value">世界有很多语言 + "Mëtæl!" + <ä>Umlaut Element + diff --git a/tinyxml2/tinyxml2.xcodeproj/project.pbxproj b/tinyxml2/tinyxml2.xcodeproj/project.pbxproj index a6b7b61..cd31274 100644 --- a/tinyxml2/tinyxml2.xcodeproj/project.pbxproj +++ b/tinyxml2/tinyxml2.xcodeproj/project.pbxproj @@ -8,32 +8,11 @@ /* Begin PBXBuildFile section */ 037AE8A5151E692700E0F29F /* xmltest.cpp in Sources */ = {isa = PBXBuildFile; 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- name = Resources; - path = ..; - sourceTree = ""; - }; 037AE06F151CCCB900E0F29F /* Products */ = { isa = PBXGroup; children = ( - 037AE86D151E685F00E0F29F /* tinyxml2 */, + 037AE86D151E685F00E0F29F /* xmltest */, ); name = Products; sourceTree = ""; @@ -108,21 +75,20 @@ /* End PBXGroup section */ /* Begin PBXNativeTarget section */ - 037AE86C151E685F00E0F29F /* tinyxml2 */ = { + 037AE86C151E685F00E0F29F /* xmltest */ = { isa = PBXNativeTarget; - buildConfigurationList = 037AE873151E687E00E0F29F /* Build configuration list for PBXNativeTarget "tinyxml2" */; + buildConfigurationList = 037AE873151E687E00E0F29F /* Build configuration list for PBXNativeTarget "xmltest" */; buildPhases = ( 037AE86A151E685F00E0F29F /* Sources */, 037AE86B151E685F00E0F29F /* Frameworks */, - 037AE9CF151E697800E0F29F /* CopyFiles */, ); buildRules = ( ); dependencies = ( ); - name = tinyxml2; + name = xmltest; productName = tinyxml2; - productReference = 037AE86D151E685F00E0F29F /* tinyxml2 */; + productReference = 037AE86D151E685F00E0F29F /* xmltest */; productType = "com.apple.product-type.tool"; }; /* End PBXNativeTarget section */ @@ -145,7 +111,7 @@ projectDirPath = ""; projectRoot = ""; targets = ( - 037AE86C151E685F00E0F29F /* tinyxml2 */, + 037AE86C151E685F00E0F29F /* xmltest */, ); }; /* End PBXProject section */ @@ -183,6 +149,7 @@ isa = XCBuildConfiguration; buildSettings = { ALWAYS_SEARCH_USER_PATHS = NO; + CONFIGURATION_BUILD_DIR = ..; COPY_PHASE_STRIP = NO; GCC_DYNAMIC_NO_PIC = NO; GCC_ENABLE_FIX_AND_CONTINUE = YES; @@ -190,7 +157,7 @@ GCC_OPTIMIZATION_LEVEL = 0; INSTALL_PATH = /usr/local/bin; PREBINDING = NO; - PRODUCT_NAME = tinyxml2; + PRODUCT_NAME = xmltest; }; name = Debug; }; @@ -198,6 +165,7 @@ isa = XCBuildConfiguration; buildSettings = { ALWAYS_SEARCH_USER_PATHS = NO; + CONFIGURATION_BUILD_DIR = ..; COPY_PHASE_STRIP = YES; DEBUG_INFORMATION_FORMAT = "dwarf-with-dsym"; GCC_ENABLE_FIX_AND_CONTINUE = NO; @@ -221,7 +189,7 @@ defaultConfigurationIsVisible = 0; defaultConfigurationName = Release; }; - 037AE873151E687E00E0F29F /* Build configuration list for PBXNativeTarget "tinyxml2" */ = { + 037AE873151E687E00E0F29F /* Build configuration list for PBXNativeTarget "xmltest" */ = { isa = XCConfigurationList; 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