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But, gentle friend, for love and curtefie Lye further off; in human modefty. Such feparation, as, may well be said, Becomes a virtuous batchelor and a maid, So far be distant; and good night, fweet friend. Thy love ne'er alter, till thy fweet life end! Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; And then end life when I end loyalty! - Here is my bed; fleep give thee all his reft! Her. With half that with the wifher's eyes be preft! [They fleep.
Puck. Through the foreft have I gone,
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 beafts, that meet me, run away for fear.
Lyf. And run thro' fire I will, for thy fweet fake. [Waking.
Transparent Helen, nature here fhews art,
Hel. Do not fay fo, Lyfander, fay not fo;
Lyf. Content with Hermia? no: I do repent
And, touching now the point of human fkill,
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mock'ry born? When at your hands did I deferve this fcorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deferve a sweet look from Demetrius eye, But you must flout my infufficiency? Good troth, you do me wrong; good footh, you do In fuch difdainful manner me to woo: But fare you well. Perforce I must confefs, I thought you lord of more true gentleness; Oh, that a lady, of one man refus'd, Should of another therefore be abus'd!
Lyf. She fees not Hermia; Hermia, fleep thou there; And never may'ft thou come Lyfender near; For as a furfeit of the fweeteft things The deepeft loathing to the ftomach brings; Or as the herefies, that men do leave, Are hated most of those they did deceive: So thou, my furfeit and my heresie, Of all be hated, but the most of me! And all my pow'rs addrefs your love and might To honour Helen, and to be her Knight!
Her. Help me, Lyfander, help me! do thy beit To pluck this crawling ferpent from my breaft: Ay me, for pity!-what a dream was here? Lyfander, look, how I do quake with fear; Me thought, a ferpent eat my heart away; And you fat fmiling at his cruel prey. Lyfander! what remov'd? Lyfander, lord! What, out of hearing gone? no found, no word? Alack, where are you? speak, and if you hear, Speak, of all loves; I fwoon almoft, with fear.
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 stage, 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 seem to fay, 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 himfelf must speak through, faying thus, or to the fame defect; ladies, or fair ladies, I would with you, or I would request 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 bufh of