SCENE III. Another part of the wood.
[Enter TITANIA, with her Train.]
Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute,
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
Some war with rere-mice for their
To make my small elves coats; and some keep back
The clamorous owl, that
nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;
Then to your
offices, and let me rest.
You spotted snakes, with double
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms do no
Come not near our fairy queen:
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby:
lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,
Come our lovely
So good-night, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, come not here;
long-legg'd spinners, hence;
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail do
Philomel with melody, &c.
Hence away; now all is well.
One, aloof, stand sentinel.
[Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps.]
What thou seest when thou dost wake,
[Squeezes the flower on TITANIA'S
Do it for thy true-love take;
Love and languish for his sake;
Be it ounce, or
cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
wak'st, it is thy dear;
Wake when some vile thing is near.
[Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA.]
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.
Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two
bosoms, and one troth.
Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie farther off yet, do not lie so
O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence;
Love takes the meaning in
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
Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Lysander riddles very prettily:--
Now much beshrew my manners and my
If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied!
But, gentle friend, for love and
Lie further off; in human modesty,
Such separation as may well be said
a virtuous bachelor and a maid:
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend:
love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!
Amen, amen, to that fair prayer say I;
And then end life when I end
Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest!
With half that wish the wisher's eyes be pressed!
Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence! Who is
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth
When thou wak'st let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when
I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.
[Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running.]
Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
Stay on thy peril; I alone will go.
O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies,
For she hath blessed and attractive
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
Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?--
who is here?--Lysander! on the ground!
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Helena! Nature shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
Do not say so, Lysander; say not so:
What though he love your Hermia? Lord,
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.
Content with Hermia? No: I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have
Not Hermia but Helena I love:
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
growing are not ripe until their season;
So I, being young, till now ripe not to
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
Love's stories, written in love's
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
troth, you do me wrong,--good sooth, you do--
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
fare you well: perforce I must confess,
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
that a lady of one man refus'd
Should of another therefore be abus'd!
She sees not Hermia:--Hermia, sleep thou there;
And never mayst thou come
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the
Or, as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
all my powers, address your love and might
To honour Helen, and to be her knight!
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
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound,
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon
almost with fear.
No?--then I well perceive you are not nigh:
Either death or you I'll