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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 ca

We should be wooed and were not made to woo.

Demetrius exits.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell

To die upon the hand I love so well.      Helena exits.

OBERON

Fare thee well, nymph. Ere he do leave this grove,

Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.

Enter Robin.

Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

ROBIN

Ay, there it is.

OBERON I pray thee give it me.

Robin gives him the flower.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite overcanopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet muskroses, and with eglantine.

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,

Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.

And there the snake throws her enameled 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.

He gives Robin part of the flower.

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.

ROBIN

Fear not, my lord. Your servant shall do so.

They exit.

Scene 2

Enter Titania, Queen of Fairies, 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 muskrose buds,

Some war with reremice 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.      She lies down.

Fairies sing.

FIRST FAIRY

You spotted snakes with double tongue,

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen.

Newts and blindworms, do no wrong,

Come not near our Fairy Queen.

CHORUS

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.

FIRST FAIRY

Weaving spiders, come not here.

Hence, you long-legged spi

Beetles black, approach not near.

Worm nor snail, do no offence.

CHORUS

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.

Titania sleeps.

SECOND FAIRY

Hence, away! Now all is well.

One aloof stand sentinel.       Fairies exit.

Enter Oberon, who anoints Titania’s eyelids with the

nectar.

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 wak’st, it is thy dear.

Wake when some vile thing is near.      He exits.

Enter Lysander and Hermia.

LYSANDER

Fair love, you faint with wand’ring 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 i

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 ma

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 pressed!

They sleep.

Enter Robin.

ROBIN

Through the forest have I gone,

But Athenian found I none

On whose eyes I might approve

This flower’s force in stirring love.

He sees Lysander.

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.

He anoints Lysander’s eyelids

with the nectar.

When thou wak’st, let love forbid

Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.

So, awake when I am gone,

For I must now to Oberon.      He exits.

Enter Demetrius and Helena, ru

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.      Demetrius exits.

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 washed 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.—