William Shakespeare - William Shakespeare The Complete Works (37 plays, 160 sonnets and 5 Poetry Books With Active Table of Contents)

And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Hel.

The wildest hath not such a heart as you.

Run when you will; the story shall be chang’d:

Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;

The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind

Makes speed to catch the tiger—bootless speed,

When cowardice pursues and valor flies.

Dem.

I will not stay thy questions. Let me go;

Or if thou follow me, do not believe

But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Hel.

Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,

You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!

Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do.

We should be woo’d, and were not made to woo.

[Exit Demetrius.]

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,

To die upon the hand I love so well.

[Exit.]

Obe.

Fare thee well, nymph. Ere he do leave this grove,

Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.

Enter Puck.

Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

Puck.

Ay, there it is.

Obe.

I pray thee give it me.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine;

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,

Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;

And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin,

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in;

And with the juice of this I’ll streak her eyes,

And make her full of hateful fantasies.

Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:

A sweet Athenian lady is in love

With a disdainful youth; anoint his eyes,

But do it when the next thing he espies

May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man

By the Athenian garments he hath on.

Effect it with some care, that he may prove

More fond on her than she upon her love;

And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

Puck.

Fear not, my lord! your servant shall do so.

Exeunt.

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Enter Titania, Queen of Fairies, with her Train.

Tita.

Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;

Then, for the third part of a minute, hence,

Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,

Some war with rere-mice for their leathren wings

To make my small elves coats, and some keep back

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders

At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;

Then to your offices, and let me rest.

Fairies sing.

[1. Fairy.]

You spotted snakes with double tongue,

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen,

Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,

Come not near our fairy queen.

[Cho.]

Philomele, with melody,

Sing in our sweet lullaby,

Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby.

Never harm,

Nor spell, nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh.

So good night, with lullaby.

1. Fairy.

Weaving spiders, come not here;

Hence, you long-legg’d spinners, hence!

Beetles black, approach not near;

Worm nor snail, do no offense.

[Cho.]

Philomele, with melody, etc.

2. Fairy.

Hence, away! now all is well.

One aloof stand sentinel.

[Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps.]

Enter Oberon [and squeezes the flower on Titania’s eyelids].

Obe.

What thou seest when thou dost wake,

Do it for thy true-love take;

Love and languish for his sake.

Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,

In thy eye that shall appear

When thou wak’st, it is thy dear:

Wake when some vile thing is near.

[Exit.]

Enter Lysander and Hermia.

Lys.

Fair love, you faint with wand’ring in the wood;

And to speak troth I have forgot our way.

We’ll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,

And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Her.

Be’t so, Lysander. Find you out a bed;

For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lys.

One turf shall serve as pillow for us both,

One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Her.

Nay, [good] Lysander; for my sake, my dear,

Lie further off yet; do not lie so near.

Lys.

O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!

Love takes the meaning in love’s conference:

I mean, that my heart unto yours [is] knit,

So that but one heart we can make of it;

Two bosoms interchained with an oath,

So then two bosoms and a single troth.

Then by your side no bed-room me deny;

For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Her.

Lysander riddles very prettily.

Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.

But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy,

Lie further off, in humane modesty;

Such separation as may well be said

Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend.

Thy love ne’er alter till thy sweet life end!

Lys.

Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I,

And then end life when I end loyalty!

Here is my bed; sleep give thee all his rest!

Her.

With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be press’d!

[They sleep.]

Enter Puck.

Puck.

Through the forest have I gone,

But Athenian found I none,

On whose eyes I might approve

This flower’s force in stirring love.

Night and silence—Who is here?

Weeds of Athens he doth wear:

This is he, my master said,

Despised the Athenian maid;

And here the maiden, sleeping sound,

On the dank and dirty ground.

Pretty soul, she durst not lie

Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.

Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

All the power this charm doth owe.

When thou wak’st, let love forbid

Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.

So awake when I am gone,

For I must now to Oberon.

Exit.

Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.

Hel.

Stay—though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.

Dem.

I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus.

Hel.

O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.

Dem.

Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.

[Exit.]

Hel.

O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!

The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

Happy is Hermia, wheresoe’er she lies,

For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears;

If so, my eyes are oft’ner wash’d than hers.

No, no; I am as ugly as a bear;

For beasts that meet me run away for fear.

Therefore no marvel though Demetrius

Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.

What wicked and dissembling glass of mine

Made me compare with Hermia’s sphery eyne!