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   A Midsummer Night's Dream
ACT IV SCENE I The same. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA 
 lying asleep. 
 Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH,MUSTARDSEED, and other Fairies attending; OBERONbehind unseen 
TITANIA Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, 
 While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, 
 And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, 5
 And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. 
BOTTOM Where's Peaseblossom? 
PEASEBLOSSOM Ready. 
BOTTOM Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb? 
COBWEB Ready. 10
BOTTOM Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your 
 weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped 
 humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good 
 mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret 
 yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and, 15
 good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; 
 I would be loath to have you overflown with a 
 honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed? 
MUSTARDSEED Ready. 
BOTTOM Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, 20
 leave your courtesy, good mounsieur. 
MUSTARDSEED What's your Will? 
BOTTOM Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb 
 to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for 
 methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I 25
 am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, 
 I must scratch. 
TITANIA What, wilt thou hear some music, 
 my sweet love? 
BOTTOM I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have 30
 the tongs and the bones. 
TITANIA Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. 
BOTTOM 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. 35
TITANIA I have a venturous fairy that shall seek 
 The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. 
BOTTOM I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. 
 But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I 
 have an exposition of sleep come upon me. 40
TITANIA Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. 
 Fairies, begone, and be all ways away. 
 Exeunt fairies 
 So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle 
 Gently entwist; the female ivy so 
 Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. 45
 O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! 
 They sleep 
 Enter PUCK 
OBERON Advancing 
 See'st thou this sweet sight? 
 Her dotage now I do begin to pity: 
 For, meeting her of late behind the wood, 
 Seeking sweet favours from this hateful fool, 50
 I did upbraid her and fall out with her; 
 For she his hairy temples then had rounded 
 With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; 
 And that same dew, which sometime on the buds 
 Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, 55
 Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes 
 Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. 
 When I had at my pleasure taunted her 
 And she in mild terms begg'd my patience, 
 I then did ask of her her changeling child; 60
 Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent 
 To bear him to my bower in fairy land. 
 And now I have the boy, I will undo 
 This hateful imperfection of her eyes: 
 And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp 65
 From off the head of this Athenian swain; 
 That, he awaking when the other do, 
 May all to Athens back again repair 
 And think no more of this night's accidents 
 But as the fierce vexation of a dream. 70
 But first I will release the fairy queen. 
 Be as thou wast wont to be; 
 See as thou wast wont to see: 
 Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower 
 Hath such force and blessed power. 75
 Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. 
TITANIA My Oberon! what visions have I seen! 
 Methought I was enamour'd of an ass. 
OBERON There lies your love. 
TITANIA How came these things to pass? 80
 O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! 
OBERON Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. 
 Titania, music call; and strike more dead 
 Than common sleep of all these five the sense. 
TITANIA Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! 85
 Music, still 
PUCK Now, when thou wakest, with thine 
 own fool's eyes peep. 
OBERON Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me, 
 And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. 
 Now thou and I are new in amity, 90
 And will to-morrow midnight solemnly 
 Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, 
 And bless it to all fair prosperity: 
 There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be 
 Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. 95
PUCK Fairy king, attend, and mark: 
 I do hear the morning lark. 
OBERON Then, my queen, in silence sad, 
 Trip we after the night's shade: 
 We the globe can compass soon, 100
 Swifter than the wandering moon. 
TITANIA Come, my lord, and in our flight 
 Tell me how it came this night 
 That I sleeping here was found 
 With these mortals on the ground. 105
 Exeunt 
 Horns winded within 
 Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train 
THESEUS 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: 110
 Dispatch, I say, and find the forester. 
 Exit an Attendant 
 We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, 
 And mark the musical confusion 
 Of hounds and echo in conjunction. 
HIPPOLYTA I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, 115
 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 120
 So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. 
THESEUS 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; 125
 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? 130
EGEUS 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. 
THESEUS No doubt they rose up early to observe 135
 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? 
EGEUS It is, my lord. 140
THESEUS Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. 
 Horns and shout within. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS,HELENA, and HERMIA wake and start up 
 Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: 
 Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? 
LYSANDER Pardon, my lord. 
THESEUS I pray you all, stand up. 145
 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? 
LYSANDER My lord, I shall reply amazedly, 150
 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 155
 Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, 
 Without the peril of the Athenian law. 
EGEUS Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: 
 I beg the law, the law, upon his head. 
 They would have stolen away; they would, Demetrius, 160
 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. 
DEMETRIUS My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, 
 Of this their purpose hither to this wood; 165
 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 170
 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, 175
 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. 180
THESEUS 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: 185
 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. 190
 Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train 
DEMETRIUS These things seem small and undistinguishable, 
HERMIA Methinks I see these things with parted eye, 
 When every thing seems double. 
HELENA So methinks: 
 And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, 195
 Mine own, and not mine own. 
DEMETRIUS 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? 200
HERMIA Yea; and my father. 
HELENA And Hippolyta. 
LYSANDER And he did bid us follow to the temple. 
DEMETRIUS Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him 
 And by the way let us recount our dreams. 205
 Exeunt 
BOTTOM Awaking 
 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 210
 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 215
 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, 220
 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 


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