Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt. SCENE II. 1 Enter OBERON. Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; Enter PUCK. Here comes my meffenger.-How now, mad fpirit? And forth my mimic comes: When they him spy, And, at our stamp, here o'er and over one falls; For For briers and thorns at their apparel fnatch; Ob. This falls out better than I could devife. Puck. I took him fleeping,-that is finish'd too,And the Athenian woman by his fide That, when he wak'd, of foree fhe must be ey'd. 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 should use thee worfe; For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curse. If thou haft flain Lyfander in his fleep, Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too. The fun was not so true unto the day, As he to me: Would he have ftol'n away Dem. So fhould the murder'd look; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your ftern cruelty: Yet Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Dem. I had rather give his carcafe to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv❜ft me past the bounds Of maiden's patience. Haft thou flain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men! O! Once tell true, tell true, even for my fake; Durft thou have look'd upon him, being awake, And haft thou kill'd him fleeping? O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder, do fo much? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou ferpent, never adder stung. Dem. You fpend your paffion on a mifpris'd mood: I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Dem. An if I could, what fhould I get Her. A privilege, never to fee me more.And from thy hated prefence part I fo: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. therefore? [Exit. 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 some stay. [Lies down. Ob. What haft thou done? thou haft mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on fome true love's fight: Some true love turn'd, and not a falfe turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding A million fail, confounding oath on oath. [Exil. [troth, Ob. About the wood go fwifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find : All fancy-fick fhe is, and pale of cheer With fighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: By fome illufion fee thou bring her here; I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear. Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Ob. Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! When his love he doth efpy, Let her fhine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky.When thou wak'ft, if she be by, Beg of her for remedy. Re-enter Puck. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth miftook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee; Shall we their fond pageant fee? Lord, what fools thefe mortals be! Ob. Stand afide: the noise they make, Will caufe Demetrius to awake. Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one; That must needs be fport alone: And thofe things do best please me, That befal prepofterously. Enter Enter LYSANDER, and HELENA. Lyf. Why fhould you think, that I should woo in How can these things in me feem fcorn to you, Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. Lyf. I had no judgment, when to her I fwore. To what, my love, fhall I compare thine eyne? Thy lips, thofe kifling cherries, tempting grow! D 2 Το |