And, sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Puck. Yet but three? come one more; [Sleeps. Two of both kinds makes up four. Here she comes, curst, and sad :- 660 Thus to make poor females mad. Enter HERMIA. Her. 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! Puck. On the ground Sleep sound: I'll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. [Lies down. 670 [Squeezing the Juice on LYSANDER's Eye. When thou wak'st, Thou tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye : And the country proverb known, 681 Jack Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. [Exit PUCK. [They sleep. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Wood. Enter Queen of the Fairies, BOTTOM, Fairies attending, and the King behind them. Queen. COME, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, Pease. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Pease-blossom.-Where's monsieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. 9 Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip'd humble bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loth to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior.Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Must. Ready. Bot. Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Must. What's your will? 20 Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero 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. Queen. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick: let us have the tongs and the bones. 30 Queen. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat. Bot. 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. Queen. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. 40 Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honey-suckle, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! OBERON OBERON advances. Enter PUCK. Ob. Welcome, good Robin. sight? Seest thou this sweet Her dotage now I do begin to pity. And think no more of this night's accidents, 50 60 70 Be, as thou wast wont to be; [Touching her Eyes with an Herb. See, as thou wast wont to see : Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Ob. There lies your love. Queen. How came these things to pass? Oh, how mine eye doth loath his visage now! 80 Ob. Silence, a while. Robin, take off this head. Titania, musick call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Queen. Musick, ho! musick; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. When thou awak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Ob. Sound, musick. [Still musick.] Come my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, 90 And bless it to all fair posterity: There shall these pairs of faithful lovers be Puck. |