Ober. What thou seest when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true Loue take: Loue and languish for his sake.
Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare, Pard, or Boare with bristled haire, In thy eye that shall appeare, When thou wak"st, it is thy deare, Wake when some vile thing is neere.
Enter Lisander and Hermia.
Lis. Faire loue, you faint with wandring in y woods, And to speake troth I haue forgot our way: Wee"ll rest vs Hermia, If you thinke it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day
Her. Be it so Lysander; finde you out a bed, For I vpon this banke will rest my head
Lys. One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both, One heart, one bed, two bosomes, and one troth
Her. Nay good Lysander, for my sake my deere Lie further off yet, doe not lie so neere
Lys. O take the sence sweet, of my innocence, Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference, I meane that my heart vnto yours is knit, So that but one heart can you make of it.
Two bosomes interchanged with an oath, So then two bosomes, and a single troth.
Then by your side, no bed-roome me deny, For lying so, Hermia, I doe not lye
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily; Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.
But gentle friend, for loue and courtesie Lie further off, in humane modesty, Such separation, as may well be said, Becomes a vertuous batchelour, and a maide, So farre be distant, and good night sweet friend; Thy loue nere alter, till thy sweet life end
Lys. Amen, amen, to that faire prayer, say I, And then end life, when I end loyalty: Heere is my bed, sleepe giue thee all his rest
Her. With halfe that wish, the wishers eyes be prest.
Enter Pucke. They sleepe.
Puck. Through the Forest haue I gone, But Athenian finde I none, One whose eyes I might approue This flowers force in stirring loue.
Nigh and silence: who is heere?
Weedes of Athens he doth weare: This is he (my master said) Despised the Athenian maide: And heere the maiden sleeping sound, On the danke and durty ground.
Pretty soule, she durst not lye Neere this lacke-loue, this kill-curtesie.
Churle, vpon thy eyes I throw All the power this charme doth owe: When thou wak"st, let loue forbid Sleepe his seate on thy eye-lid.
So awake when I am gone: For I must now to Oberon.
Enter.
Enter Demetrius and Helena running.
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweete Demetrius
De. I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus
Hel. O wilt thou darkling leaue me? do not so
De. Stay on thy perill, I alone will goe.
Exit Demetrius.
Hel. O I am out of breath, in this fond chace, The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace, Happy is Hermia, wheresoere she lies; For she hath blessed and attractiue eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt teares.
If so, my eyes are oftner washt then hers.
No, no, I am as vgly as a Beare; For beasts that meete me, runne away for feare, Therefore no maruaile, though Demetrius Doe as a monster, flie my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling gla.s.se of mine, Made me compare with Hermias sphery eyne?
But who is here? Lysander on the ground; Deade or asleepe? I see no bloud, no wound, Lysander, if you liue, good sir awake
Lys. And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena, nature her shewes art, That through thy bosome makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? oh how fit a word Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!
Hel. Do not say so Lysander, say not so: What though he loue your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loues you; then be content
Lys. Content with Hermia? no, I do repent The tedious minutes I with her haue spent.
Not Hermia, but Helena now I loue; Who will not change a Rauen for a Doue?
The will of man is by his reason sway"d: And reason saies you are the worthier Maide.
Things growing are not ripe vntill their season; So I being yong, till now ripe not to reason, And touching now the point of humane skill, Reason becomes the Marshall to my will.
And leades me to your eyes, where I orelooke Loues stories, written in Loues richest booke
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keene mockery borne?
When at your hands did I deserue this scorne?
Ist not enough, ist not enough, yong man, That I did neuer, no nor neuer can, Deserue a sweete looke from Demetrius eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth you do me wrong (good-sooth you do) In such disdainfull manner, me to wooe.
But fare you well; perforce I must confesse, I thought you Lord of more true gentlenesse.
Oh, that a Lady of one man refus"d, Should of another therefore be abus"d.
Enter
Lys. She sees not Hermia: Hermia sleepe thou there, And neuer maist thou come Lysander neere; For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomacke brings: Or as the heresies that men do leaue, Are hated most of those that did deceiue: So thou, my surfeit, and my heresie, Of all be hated; but the most of me; And all my powers addresse your loue and might, To honour Helen, and to be her Knight.
Enter.
Her. Helpe me Lysander, helpe me; do thy best To plucke this crawling serpent from my brest.
Aye me, for pitty; what a dreame was here?
Lysander looke, how I do quake with feare: Me-thought a serpent eate my heart away, And yet sat smiling at his cruell prey.
Lysander, What remoou"d? Lysander, Lord, What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?
Alacke where are you? speake and if you heare: Speake of all loues; I sound almost with feare.
No, then I well perceiue you are not nye, Either death or you Ile finde immediately.
Enter.
Actus Tertius.
Enter the Clownes.
Bot. Are we all met?
Quin. Pat, pat, and here"s a maruailous conuenient place for our rehearsall. This greene plot shall be our stage, this hauthorne brake our tyring house, and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the Duke
Bot. Peter Quince?
Peter. What saist thou, bully Bottome?
Bot. There are things in this Comedy of Piramus and Thisby, that will neuer please. First, Piramus must draw a sword to kill himselfe; which the Ladies cannot abide.
How answere you that?
Snout. Berlaken, a parlous feare
Star. I beleeue we must leaue the killing out, when all is done
Bot. Not a whit, I haue a deuice to make all well.