| 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 | 5 |
| | 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; | 10 |
| | 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: | 15 |
| | Never harm, | |
| | Nor spell nor charm, | |
| | Come our lovely lady nigh; | |
| | So, good night, with lullaby. | |
| | Weaving spiders, come not here; | 20 |
| | Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence! | |
| | Beetles black, approach not near; | |
| | Worm nor snail, do no offence. | |
| | Philomel, with melody, &c. | |
| 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, | 30 |
| | 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 | |
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! | 45 |
| | 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. | 50 |
| | 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. | 55 |
| | 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: | 60 |
| | Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! | |
| 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? | 70 |
| | 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. | 75 |
| | 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 | 80 |
| | 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 | |
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; | 90 |
| | 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: | 95 |
| | 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! | 100 |
| | Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. | |
| | Lysander if you live, good sir, awake. | |
| 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; | 115 |
| | 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 | 120 |
| | 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, | 125 |
| | 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. | 130 |
| | 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: | 135 |
| | 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, | 140 |
| | 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 | 145 |
| | 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. | 150 |
| | 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 | 155 |
| | Either death or you I'll find immediately. | |
| | [Exit] |