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But, gentle friend, for love and curtefie
Here is my bed; fleep give thee all his reft!
Her. With half that with the wisher's eyes be prest! [They fleep.
Puck. Through the foreft have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
On whofe eyes I might approve
This flower's force in ftirring love:
For I must now to Oberon.
Enter Demetrius and Helena running.
Hel. Stay, tho' thou kill me, fweet Demetrius !
Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not fo. Dem. Stay, on thy peril, I alone will go.
For the hath bleffed, and attractive, eyes.
For beafts, that meet me, run away for fear.
Lyf. And run thro' fire I will, for thy fweet fake.
Tranfparent Helen, nature here fhews art,
Hel. Do not fay fo, Lyfander, fay not fo;
And, touching now the point of human fkill,
Good troth, you do me wrong; good footh, you do
But fare you well. Perforce I must confefs,
I thought you lord of more true gentleness;
Should of another therefore be abus'd!
Lyf. She fees not Hermia; Hermia, fleep thou there;
The deepeft loathing to the ftomach brings,
1 Reafon becomes the marshal to my awill. That is, My Will now follows reafon.
No?then I well perceive, you are not nigh;
ACT III. SCENE I.*
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout and
The Queen of Fairies lying afleep.
RE we all met?
Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot fhall be our ftage, this hauthorn-brake our tyring house, and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the Duke.
Bot. Peter Quince
Quin. What fay'ft thou, bully Bottom?
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that will never pleafe. First, Pyramus must draw a fword to kill himself, which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?
Snout. By'rlaken, a parlous fear.
Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
Bot. Not a whit, I have a device to make all well; write me a prologue, and let the prologue feem to say, we will do no harm with our fwords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed; and for more better affurance tell
them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver; this will put them out of fear.
Quin. Well, we will have fuch a prologue, and it fhall be written in eight and fix.
Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
Snout. Will not the ladies be afraid of the lion?
Bot. Masters, you ought to confider with yourfelves; to bring in, God fhield us, a lion among ladies, is a moft dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to look to it.
Snout. Therefore another prologue muft tell, he is not a lion.
Bot. Nay you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himfelt must speak through, faying thus, or to the fame defect; ladies, or fair ladies, I would with you, or I would requeft you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to tremble; my life for yours; if you think, I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life; no, I am no fuch thing, I am a man as other men are; and there, indeed, let him name his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
Quin. Well, it shall be fo; but there is two hard things, that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon light.
Snug. Doth the moon fhine that night we play our play?
Bot. A kalendar, a kalendar! look in the almanack; find out moon-fhine, find out moon-fhine. Quin. Yes, it doth fhine that night.
Bot. Why then you may leave a cafement of the great chamber window, where we play, open; and the moon may fhine in at the cafement.
Quin. Ay, or elfe one must come in with a bush of