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Enter King of Fairies.
Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd: Than what it was that next came in her Which she must doat on in extremity.
Here comes my meffenger! how now, mad fprite,
And forth my minnock comes: when they him fpy.
Sever themselves, and madly fweep the sky;
And, at our 3 ftamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
4 Some, fleeves; fome, hats; from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this diftracted fear,
And left fweet Pyramus tranflated there :
Ob. This falls out better than I could devife.
Puck. I took him fleeping; that is finifh'd too; And the Athenian woman by his fide,
That when he wakes, of force fhe must be ey'd.
Ob. Stand clofe, this is the fame Athenian.
Her. Now I but chide, but I fhould ufe thee worfe;
The fun was not fo true unto the day,
As he to me. Would he have ftoll'n away
Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he?
Dem. l'ad rather give his carcass to my hounds.
Of maiden's patience. Haft thou slain him then?
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake!
6 Being o'r fhoes in blood.] An allufion to the Proverb, Over Shoes, over boots.
• I. II. III. TV. all read fo dead, in my copy of III. fome reader has altered dead to dread. And
And haft thou kill'd him fleeping? O brave touch!
An adder did it, for with doubler tongue
Dem. You fpend your paffion on a mispris'd mood: $ I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood,
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell...
And from thy hated prefence part I fo:
See me no more, whether he's dead or no.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain: So forrow's heavinefs doth heavier grow, For debt, that bankrupt fleep doth forrow owe; Which now in fome flight measure it will pay, If for his Tender here I make fome ftay. [Lies down. Ob. What haft thou done? thou haft mistaken quite, And laid thy love-juice on fome true love's fight: Of thy mifprifion muft perforce enfue
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.
Ob. About the wood go fwifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens, fee, thou find.
All fancy-fick fhe is, and pale of cheer;
With fighs of love, that coft the fresh blood dear;
7- O brave touch.] Touch in Shakespeare's time was the fame with our exploit, or rather ftroke. A brave touch, a noble ftroke, un grand coup. Mafon was very merry, pleasantly playing both with
the fhrewd touches of many curft boys, and the fmall difcretion of many lewd fchoolmasters.
ASCHAM 8-mifpris'd.] Miftaken, fo below misprifion is mistake.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
Puck. Captain of our fairy-band,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Shall we their fond pageant fee?
Ob. Stand afide: the noife they make,
Will caufe Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two at once woo one;
Enter Lyfander and Helena.
Lys. Why fhould you think, that I fhould woo in fcorn;
Scorn and derifion never come in tears.
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows fo born,
How can these things in me feem fcorn to you,