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PostSubject: English Script..Merged topics...credits to Febie..   Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:11 pm

tigan nio na lang

eto muna ang mga proposed cast:

titania-dianne
oberon-rex
puck-rolan
hermia-bettina
lysander- echo
demetrius- jm
helena- sarah
theseus(duke)- agbunag
hippolyta(fiancΚ)- inah



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PostSubject: pAge 1...   Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:27 pm

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<BLOCKQUOTE> </BLOCKQUOTE>
Enter, from one side, OBERON, with his train; from the other, TITANIA, with hers
OBERON
<BLOCKQUOTE>Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
TITANIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:
I have forsworn his bed and company.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
OBERON
<BLOCKQUOTE>Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?
</BLOCKQUOTE>
TITANIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Then I must be thy lady: but I know
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
PUCK
<BLOCKQUOTE>I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.

Exit</BLOCKQUOTE>
OBERON
<BLOCKQUOTE>
Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.
The next thing then she waking looks upon,
Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,
She shall pursue it with the soul of love:
And ere I take this charm from off her sight,
As I can take it with another herb,
I'll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here? I am invisible;
And I will overhear their conference.


[Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA, following him]</BLOCKQUOTE>
DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood;
And here am I, and wode within this wood,
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Do I entice you? do I speak you fair?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you?
</BLOCKQUOTE>
HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,--
And yet a place of high respect with me,--
Than to be used as you use your dog?
</BLOCKQUOTE>
DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick when I do look on thee.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>And I am sick when I look not on you.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>You do impeach your modesty too much,
To leave the city and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night
And the ill counsel of a desert place
With the rich worth of your virginity.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Your virtue is my privilege: for that
It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night;
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
For you in my respect are all the world:
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?
</BLOCKQUOTE>
DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>The wildest hath not such a heart as you.
Run when you will, the story shall be changed:
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed,
When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>I will not stay thy questions; let me go:
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>
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 cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be wood and were not made to woo.


[Exit DEMETRIUS]
helenaI'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.

Exit</BLOCKQUOTE>
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PostSubject: page 2....   Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:36 pm

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<BLOCKQUOTE>[Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA]</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>Fair love, you faint with wandering 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.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed;
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!
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.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Lysander riddles very prettily:
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
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!
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>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!
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!

They sleep

[Enter PUCK]</BLOCKQUOTE>PUCK
<BLOCKQUOTE>Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
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.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.

[Exit]
[Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running]</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go.

Exit</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>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 wash'd 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.
Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>[Awaking] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Do not say so, Lysander; say not so
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>Content with Hermia! No; I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love:
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their season
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's richest book.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well: perforce I must confess
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
O, that a lady, of one man refused.
Should of another therefore be abused!

Exit</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there:
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as tie heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And, all my powers, address your love and might
To honour Helen and to be her knight!

Exit</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>[Awaking] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? then I well perceive you all not nigh
Either death or you I'll find immediately.

[Exit]</BLOCKQUOTE>
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PostSubject: page 3   Tue Oct 30, 2007 10:17 pm

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DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>So should the murder'd look, and so should I,
Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty:
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men!
O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>You spend your passion on a misprised mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>An if I could, what should I get therefore?
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>A privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.

Exit</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>There is no following her in this fierce vein:
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe:
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.

Lies down and sleeps</BLOCKQUOTE>OBERON



<BLOCKQUOTE>What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true.
</BLOCKQUOTE>PUCK



<BLOCKQUOTE>Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
</BLOCKQUOTE>OBERON



<BLOCKQUOTE>About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find:
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear:
By some illusion see thou bring her here:
I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.
</BLOCKQUOTE>PUCK



<BLOCKQUOTE>I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

Exit</BLOCKQUOTE>OBERON



<BLOCKQUOTE>Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wakest, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Re-enter PUCK</BLOCKQUOTE>PUCK



<BLOCKQUOTE>Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
</BLOCKQUOTE>OBERON



<BLOCKQUOTE>Stand aside: the noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
</BLOCKQUOTE>PUCK



<BLOCKQUOTE>Then will two at once woo one;
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me
That befal preposterously.

Enter LYSANDER and HELENA</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>I had no judgment when to her I swore.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>[Awaking] O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:
If you we re civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! none of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Hermia; this you know I know:
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love and will do till my death.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none:
If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,
And now to Helen is it home return'd,
There to remain.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Helen, it is not so.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.
Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.

Re-enter HERMIA</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>What love could press Lysander from my side?
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>You speak not as you think: it cannot be.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us,--O, is it all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>I am amazed at your passionate words.
I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius,
Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,
To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare,
Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection,
But by your setting on, by your consent?
What thought I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate,
But miserable most, to love unloved?
This you should pity rather than despise.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERNIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>I understand not what you mean by this.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up:
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault;
Which death or absence soon shall remedy.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:
My love, my life my soul, fair Helena!
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>O excellent!
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Sweet, do not scorn her so.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Thou canst compel no more than she entreat:
Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers.
Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do:
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>I say I love thee more than he can do.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>Quick, come!
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Lysander, whereto tends all this?
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Away, you Ethiope!
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>No, no; he'll [ ]
Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow,
But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Why are you grown so rude? what change is this?
Sweet love,--
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Do you not jest?
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA



<BLOCKQUOTE>Yes, sooth; and so do you.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS



<BLOCKQUOTE>I would I had your bond, for I perceive
A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER



<BLOCKQUOTE>What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.
</BLOCKQUOTE>
<BLOCKQUOTE>
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HERMIA



What, can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love!
Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you loved me; yet since night you left
me:
Why, then you left me--O, the gods forbid!--
In earnest, shall I say?


LYSANDER



Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest
That I do hate thee and love Helena.


HERMIA



O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!
You thief of love! what, have you come by night
And stolen my love's heart from him?


HELENA



Fine, i'faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you!


HERMIA



Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urged her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem;
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;
How low am I? I am not yet so low
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.




HELENA


I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice:
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,
Because she is something lower than myself,
That I can match her.




HERMIA

Lower!hark, again.



HELENA

Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him;
But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
And now, so you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my folly back
And follow you no further: let me go:
You see how simple and how fond I am.




HERMIA

Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders you?



HELENA


A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.



HERMIA


What, with Lysander?



HELENA


With Demetrius.



LYSANDER


Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena



DEMETRIUS


No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.



HELENA


O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she be but little, she is fierce.




HERMIA


'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'!
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Let me come to her.




LYSANDER


Get you gone, you dwarf;
You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.




DEMETRIUS


You are too officious
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone: speak not of Helena;
Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.




LYSANDER


Now she holds me not;
Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.




DEMETRIUS


Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.

Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS




HERMIA


You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:
Nay, go not back.




HELENA


I will not trust you, I,
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,
My legs are longer though, to run away.

Exit


HERMIA



I am amazed, and know not what to say.

Exit
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OBERON


This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest,
Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully.




PUCK


Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Did not you tell me I should know the man
By the Athenian garment be had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes;
And so far am I glad it so did sort
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.




OBERON


Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight:
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog as black as Acheron,
And lead these testy rivals so astray
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with his might,
And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision,
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,
With league whose date till death shall never end.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.




PUCK


My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,
Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all,
That in crossways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They willfully themselves exile from light

And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.




OBERON


But we are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning's love have oft made sport,
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:
We may effect this business yet ere day.

Exit




PUCK


Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town:
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.

Re-enter LYSANDER




LYSANDER


Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now.



PUCK


Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou?



LYSANDER


I will be with thee straight.



PUCK


Follow me, then,
To plainer ground.

Exit LYSANDER, as following the voice
Re-enter DEMETRIUS




DEMETRIUS


Lysander! speak again:
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?




PUCK


Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child;
I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled
That draws a sword on thee.




DEMETRIUS


Yea, art thou there?



PUCK


Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here.

Exeunt
Re-enter LYSANDER




LYSANDER


He goes before me and still dares me on:
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I:
I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me.

Lies downCome, thou gentle day!
For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.

Sleeps
Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS




PUCK


Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not?



DEMETRIUS


Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place,
And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou now?




PUCK


Come hither: I am here.



DEMETRIUS


Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear,
If ever I thy face by daylight see:
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.

Lies down and sleeps
Re-enter HELENA




HELENA

O weary night, O long and tedious night,
Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
From these that my poor company detest:
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Lies down and sleeps




PUCK


Yet but three? Come one more;
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad:
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Re-enter HERMIA




HERMIA


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!

Lies down and sleeps




PUCK
On the ground
Sleep sound:
I'll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.

Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eyesWhen thou wakest,
Thou takest
True delight
In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye:
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought s
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DEMETRIUS



So should the murder'd look, and so should I,
Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty:
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.




HERMIA



What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?




DEMETRIUS



I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.



HERMIA



Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men!
O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.




DEMETRIUS



You spend your passion on a misprised mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.




HERMIA



I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.



DEMETRIUS



An if I could, what should I get therefore?



HERMIA



A privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.

Exit




DEMETRIUS



There is no following her in this fierce vein:
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe:
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.

Lies down and sleeps




OBERON



What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true.




PUCK



Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.




OBERON



About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find:
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear:
By some illusion see thou bring her here:
I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.




PUCK



I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

Exit




OBERON



Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wakest, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Re-enter PUCK




PUCK



Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!




OBERON



Stand aside: the noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.




PUCK



Then will two at once woo one;
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me
That befal preposterously.

Enter LYSANDER and HELENA




LYSANDER



Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?




HELENA



You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.




LYSANDER

I had no judgment when to her I swore.



HELENA

Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.



LYSANDER

Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.



DEMETRIUS

[Awaking] O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!
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HELENA

O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:
If you we re civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! none of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.


LYSANDER

You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Hermia; this you know I know:
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love and will do till my death.


HELENA

Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

DEMETRIUS

Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none:
If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,
And now to Helen is it home return'd,
There to remain.


LYSANDER

Helen, it is not so.

DEMETRIUS

Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.
Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.

Re-enter HERMIA


HERMIA

Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?




LYSANDER

Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?

HERMIA

What love could press Lysander from my side?

LYSANDER

Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?


HERMIA

You speak not as you think: it cannot be.

HELENA

Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us,--O, is it all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.


HERMIA

I am amazed at your passionate words.
I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me.


HELENA

Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius,
Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,
To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare,
Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection,
But by your setting on, by your consent?
What thought I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate,
But miserable most, to love unloved?
This you should pity rather than despise.


HERNIA

I understand not what you mean by this.

HELENA

Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up:
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault;
Which death or absence soon shall remedy.


LYSANDER

Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:
My love, my life my soul, fair Helena!


HELENA

O excellent!

HERMIA

Sweet, do not scorn her so.

DEMETRIUS

If she cannot entreat, I can compel.

LYSANDER

Thou canst compel no more than she entreat:
Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers.
Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do:
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.


DEMETRIUS

I say I love thee more than he can do.

LYSANDER

If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.

DEMETRIUS

Quick, come!

HERMIA

Lysander, whereto tends all this?

LYSANDER

Away, you Ethiope!

DEMETRIUS

No, no; he'll [ ]
Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow,
But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!


LYSANDER

Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!


HERMIA

Why are you grown so rude? what change is this?
Sweet love,--


LYSANDER

Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!


HERMIA

Do you not jest?

HELENA

Yes, sooth; and so do you.

LYSANDER

Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.

DEMETRIUS

I would I had your bond, for I perceive
A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word.


LYSANDER

What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.


HERMIA

What, can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love!
Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you loved me; yet since night you left
me:
Why, then you left me--O, the gods forbid!--
In earnest, shall I say?


LYSANDER

Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest
That I do hate thee and love Helena.


HERMIA

O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!
You thief of love! what, have you come by night
And stolen my love's heart from him?


HELENA

Fine, i'faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you!


HERMIA

Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urged her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem;
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;
How low am I? I am not yet so low
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
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HELENA

I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice:
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,
Because she is something lower than myself,
That I can match her.


HERMIA

Lower! hark, again.

HELENA

Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him;
But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
And now, so you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my folly back
And follow you no further: let me go:
You see how simple and how fond I am.


HERMIA

Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders you?

HELENA

A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.

HERMIA

What, with Lysander?

HELENA

With Demetrius.

LYSANDER

Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena.

DEMETRIUS

No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.

HELENA

O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she be but little, she is fierce.


HERMIA

'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'!
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Let me come to her.


LYSANDER

Get you gone, you dwarf;
You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.


DEMETRIUS

You are too officious
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone: speak not of Helena;
Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.


LYSANDER

Now she holds me not;
Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.


DEMETRIUS

Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.

Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS


HERMIA

You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:
Nay, go not back.


HELENA

I will not trust you, I,
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,
My legs are longer though, to run away.

Exit


HERMIA

I am amazed, and know not what to say.

Exit


OBERON

This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest,
Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully.


PUCK

Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Did not you tell me I should know the man
By the Athenian garment be had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes;
And so far am I glad it so did sort
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.


OBERON

Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight:
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog as black as Acheron,
And lead these testy rivals so astray
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with his might,
And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision,
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,
With league whose date till death shall never end.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.


PUCK

My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,
Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all,
That in crossways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They willfully themselves exile from light
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.


OBERON

But we are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning's love have oft made sport,
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:
We may effect this business yet ere day.

Exit


PUCK

Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town:
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.

Re-enter LYSANDER


LYSANDER

Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now.

PUCK

Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou?

LYSANDER

I will be with thee straight.

PUCK

Follow me, then,
To plainer ground.

Exit LYSANDER, as following the voice
Re-enter DEMETRIUS


DEMETRIUS

Lysander! speak again:
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?


PUCK

Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child;
I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled
That draws a sword on thee.


DEMETRIUS

Yea, art thou there?

PUCK

Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here.

Exeunt
Re-enter LYSANDER


LYSANDER

He goes before me and still dares me on:
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I:
I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me.

Lies downCome, thou gentle day!
For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.

Sleeps
Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS


PUCK

Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not?

DEMETRIUS

Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place,
And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou now?


PUCK

Come hither: I am here.

DEMETRIUS

Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear,
If ever I thy face by daylight see:
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.

Lies down and sleeps
Re-enter HELENA


HELENA

O weary night, O long and tedious night,
Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
From these that my poor company detest:
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Lies down and sleeps


PUCK

Yet but three? Come one more;
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad:
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Re-enter HERMIA


HERMIA

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!

Lies down and sleeps


PUCK

On the ground
Sleep sound:
I'll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.

Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eyesWhen thou wakest,
Thou takest
True delight
In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye:
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.

Exithall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.



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Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and trainTHESEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is perform'd;
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; let them go:
Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.

Exit an AttendantWe will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HIPPOLYTA
<BLOCKQUOTE>I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
Such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
</BLOCKQUOTE>THESEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these?
</BLOCKQUOTE>EGEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;
And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena:
I wonder of their being here together.
</BLOCKQUOTE>THESEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>No doubt they rose up early to observe
The rite of May, and hearing our intent,
Came here in grace our solemnity.
But speak, Egeus; is not this the day
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
</BLOCKQUOTE>EGEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>It is, my lord.
</BLOCKQUOTE>THESEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.

Horns and shout within. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA wake and start upGood morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past:
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>Pardon, my lord.
</BLOCKQUOTE>THESEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>I pray you all, stand up.
I know you two are rival enemies:
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy,
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here;
But, as I think,--for truly would I speak,
And now do I bethink me, so it is,--
I came with Hermia hither: our intent
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might,
Without the peril of the Athenian law.
</BLOCKQUOTE>EGEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough:
I beg the law, the law, upon his head.
They would have stolen away; they would, Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated you and me,
You of your wife and me of my consent,
Of my consent that she should be your wife.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them,
Fair Helena in fancy following me.
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,--
But by some power it is,--my love to Hermia,
Melted as the snow, seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gaud
Which in my childhood I did dote upon;
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.
</BLOCKQUOTE>THESEUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
For in the temple by and by with us
These couples shall eternally be knit:
And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.
Away with us to Athens; three and three,
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolyta.

Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>These things seem small and undistinguishable,
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Methinks I see these things with parted eye,
When every thing seems double.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>So methinks:
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Mine own, and not mine own.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Are you sure
That we are awake? It seems to me
That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think
The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
</BLOCKQUOTE>HERMIA
<BLOCKQUOTE>Yea; and my father.
</BLOCKQUOTE>HELENA
<BLOCKQUOTE>And Hippolyta.
</BLOCKQUOTE>LYSANDER
<BLOCKQUOTE>And he did bid us follow to the temple.
</BLOCKQUOTE>DEMETRIUS
<BLOCKQUOTE>Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him
And by the way let us recount our dreams.

Exeunt</BLOCKQUOTE>BOTTOM
<BLOCKQUOTE>[Awaking] When my cue comes, call me, and I will
answer: my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho!
Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout,
the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen
hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare
vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to
say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go
about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there
is no man can tell what. Methought I was,--and
methought I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if
he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye
of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not
seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue
to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream
was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of
this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream,
because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the
latter end of a play, before the duke:
peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall
sing it at her death.

Exit</BLOCKQUOTE>
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