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All. That would hang us every mother's son. Bot. 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. 339 Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for Pyramus is a sweet-fac'd man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's-day; a most lovely gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs play Pyrannuls. Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in Quin. Why, what you will. Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purplein-grain beard, or your French crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow. 351 Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-fac'd,—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 moon-light; there will we rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time, I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. 361 Pot.
Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.
Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings.
ACT II. SCENE I.
A Wood. Enter a Fairy at one Door, and Puck (or JRoBIN-Goo DFE Llow) at another.
How now, spirit 1 whither wander you ?
Farewel, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone;
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to
might; Take heed, the queen come not within his sight. For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, 2O Because that she, as her attendant, hath A lovely boy, stol'n 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, per-force, 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 star-light sheen,
But they do square; that all their elves, for fear, so
Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.
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 silly 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, 5o And on her wither'd dew-lap 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 taylor cries, and falls into a cough : And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe, And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there.— But room, Faery, here comes Oberon.
Fai. And here my mistress:—"Would that he were
Enter OBERo N, King of Fairies, at one Door with his Train, and the Queen at another with hers.
08. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania. Queen. What, jealous Oberon Fairy, skip hence; I have forsworn his bed and company. 0b. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord C i ij Queen. Queen. Then I must be thy lady: But I know When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, And in the shape of Corin sate all day, Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love To amorous Phillida. . Why art thou here, Come from the farthest steep of India 7o 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.
Ob. How can'st thou thus, for shame, Titania, Glance at my credit with Hippolita, Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering
From Pekiguné, whom he ravished?