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Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Pease-blossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir.
Bot. Good master Mustard--seed, 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 hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you, more acquaintance, good master Mustard seed.
Queen. Come, wait upon him ; lead him to my bower.
The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. (Exeunt.
S CE NE II.
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 Neeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, u Squash]-an immature peascod.
w patience]-put ironically for impatience as hot as mustard, prov. puissance-as strong as mustard—I know you passing well.
* What night-rule]—What prank is now on foot.
" Thou scurvy patch.”
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Ob. This falls out better than I could devise.
Puck. I took him feeping,—that is finish'd too,
clarch'd ]-stroked over.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so ?
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curse. If thou hast Nain 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 stol'n away From Neeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon May through the center creep, and so displease Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him ; So should a murderer look, so · dead, fo grim.
Dem. So should the murder'd look ; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
do'er shoes]—fo far immersed,
And haft thou kill'd him Neeping? O brave 'touch!
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood :
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Her. A privilege, never to see me more.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein : Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So forrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Which now in some night measure it will pay, If for his ' tender here I make some stay. [Lies down.
Ob. What halt thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight : Of thy k misprision must perforce ensue Some true love turn'd, and not a falle turn'd true.
Puck. Then fate o’er-rules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
f touch!)-troke, feat, exploit.
on a mispris'd mood :]-erroneously, you mistake its object.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go ;
Ob. Flower of this purple dye,
Ob. Stand aside: the noise they make,
Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one;
Enter Lysander, and Helena.
Scorn and derision never come in tears :
* Hit with Cupid's archery,] .
- the bolt of Cupid fell,
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