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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 eye, Which the muft 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 fky;
I led them on in this diftracted fear,
Ob. This falls out better than I could devife.
Puck. I took him fleeping; that is finifh'd too;
3 And at our ftamp] This feems to be a vicious reading. Fairies are never reprefented ftamping, or of a fize that should give force to a ftamp, nor could they have diftinguished the ftamps of Puck from thofe of their OWL companions. I read, And at a ftump here o'er and o'er one falls.
A pain be in his head-piece feels,
Alas bis brain was dizzy.-
Some could not flay their gloves to - find,
There never was fuch bustling. latch'd, or letch'd, lick't over, lecher, to lick, French.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Ob. Stand clofe, this is the fame Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you fo? Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe.
Her. Now I but chide, but I fhould ufe thee worfe;
Being o'er fhoes in blood, 6 plunge in the deep,
The fun was not fo true unto the day,
As he to me. Would he have stoll'n away
Dem. So fhould the murder'd look; and fo fhould I,
Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
Dem. l'ad rather give his carcafs to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'it me paft the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Haft thou flain him then?
• I. II. III. TV. all read fo dead, in my copy of III. fome reader has altered dead to dread. K 4 And
6 Being o'r foes in blood.] An allufion to the Proverb, Quer Shoes, over boots.
And haft thou kill'd him fleeping? O brave touch!
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
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 must perforce enfue Some true love turn'd, and not a falfe 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,
7-0 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, pleafantly playing both with
the fhrewd touches of many curft boys, and the small difcretion of many lewd fchoolmafters.
ASCHAM mifpris'd.] Miftaken; fo below miprifion is mistake.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Puck. Captain of our fairy-band,
Ob. Stand afide: the noife they make,,
Puck. Then will two at once woo one;
Enter Lylander and Helena.
Ly. 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,
Hel. Yo do advance your cunning more and more; When truth kills truth, O devilish, holy, fray!