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Enter TITANIA , Queen of Fairies, with her train of FAIRIES
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Enter TITANIA , Queen of Fairies, with her train of FAIRIES
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TITANIA 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 reremice for their leathern wings
5 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.
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TITANIA 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 reremice for their leathern 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.
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FAIRIES sing
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FAIRIES sing
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FIRST FAIRY (sings)
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen.
Newts and blindworms, do no wrong.
Come not near our fairy queen.
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FIRST FAIRY (sings)
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen.
Newts and blindworms, do no wrong.
Come not near our fairy queen.
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FAIRIES Philomel, 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.
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FAIRIES Philomel, 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.
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FIRST FAIRY (sings)
Weaving spiders, come not here.
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!
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FIRST FAIRY (sings)
Weaving spiders, come not here.
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!
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Beetles black, approach not near.
Worm nor snail, do no offense.
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Beetles black, approach not near.
Worm nor snail, do no offense.
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FAIRIES (sing)
Philomel, 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.
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FAIRIES (sing)
Philomel, 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.
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TITANIA sleeps
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TITANIA sleeps
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SECOND FAIRY Hence, away! Now all is well.
One aloof stand sentinel.
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SECOND FAIRY Hence, away! Now all is well.
One aloof stand sentinel.
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Exeunt FAIRIES
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Exeunt FAIRIES
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Enter OBERON
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Enter OBERON
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OBERON 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,
20 Pard or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear,
When thou wakest, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near.
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OBERON 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 wakest, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near.
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Exit OBERON
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Exit OBERON
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Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA
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Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA
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LYSANDER Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood.
25 And to speak troth, I have forgot our way.
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LYSANDER Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood.
And to speak troth, I have forgot our way.
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We’ll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good.
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
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We’ll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good.
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
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HERMIA Be it so, Lysander. Find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
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HERMIA Be it so, Lysander. Find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
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LYSANDER 30 One turf shall serve as pillow for us both.
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
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LYSANDER One turf shall serve as pillow for us both.
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
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HERMIA Nay, good Lysander. For my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet. Do not lie so near.
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HERMIA Nay, good Lysander. For my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet. Do not lie so near.
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LYSANDER O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence.
35 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 interchainèd with an oath—
So then two bosoms and a single troth.
40 Then by your side no bed room me deny.
For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
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LYSANDER 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 interchainèd 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.
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HERMIA Lysander riddles very prettily.
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride
If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.
45 But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off in human modesty.
Such separation as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid.
So far be distant. And, good night, sweet friend.
50 Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!
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HERMIA 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 human 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!
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LYSANDER 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!
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LYSANDER 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!
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HERMIA With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be pressed!
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HERMIA With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be pressed!
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HERMIA and LYSANDER sleep
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HERMIA and LYSANDER sleep
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Enter ROBIN
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Enter ROBIN |
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ROBIN 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,
Despisèd 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.
(squeezes flower juice on LYSANDER’s eyelids)
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake when I am gone,
For I must now to Oberon.
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ROBIN 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,
Despisèd 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.
(squeezes flower juice on LYSANDER’s eyelids)
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake when I am gone,
For I must now to Oberon.
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Exit ROBIN
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Exit ROBIN
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Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA , running
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Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA , running
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HELENA Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
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HELENA Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
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DEMETRIUS I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
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DEMETRIUS I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
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HELENA O, wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so.
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HELENA O, wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so.
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DEMETRIUS 60 Stay, on thy peril. I alone will go.
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DEMETRIUS Stay, on thy peril. I alone will go.
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Exit DEMETRIUS
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Exit DEMETRIUS
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HELENA Oh, 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 blessèd and attractive eyes.
65 How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears.
If so, my eyes are oftener washed 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
70 Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia’s sphery eyne?
(sees LYSANDER)But who is here? Lysander, on the ground?
Dead or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.—
75 Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
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HELENA Oh, 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 blessèd and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears.
If so, my eyes are oftener washed 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?
(sees LYSANDER)But who is here? Lysander, on the ground?
Dead or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.—
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
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LYSANDER (waking) And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fit a word
80 Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
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LYSANDER (waking) And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
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HELENA Do not say so, Lysander. Say not so.
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you. Then be content.
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HELENA Do not say so, Lysander. Say not so.
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you. Then be content.
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LYSANDER Content with Hermia? No. I do repent
85 The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason swayed,
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
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LYSANDER Content with Hermia? No. I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason swayed,
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
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90 Things growing are not ripe until their season.
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
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Things growing are not ripe until their season.
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
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HELENA Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is ’t not enough, is ’t not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
100 Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well. Perforce I must confess
105 I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
Oh, that a lady of one man refused
Should of another therefore be abused!
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HELENA Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is ’t not enough, is ’t not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well. Perforce I must confess
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
Oh, that a lady of one man refused
Should of another therefore be abused!
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Exit HELENA
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Exit HELENA
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LYSANDER She sees not Hermia.—Hermia, sleep thou there.
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
110 For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
115 Of all be hated, but the most of me.—
And all my powers, address your love and might
To honor Helen and to be her knight.
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LYSANDER She sees not Hermia.—Hermia, sleep thou there.
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me.—
And all my powers, address your love and might
To honor Helen and to be her knight.
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Exit LYSANDER
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Exit LYSANDER
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HERMIA (waking) Help me, Lysander, help me! Do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast.
120 Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here.
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander!—What, removed?—Lysander, lord!—
125 What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?—
Alack, where are you? Speak, an if you hear.
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? Then I well perceive you all not nigh.
Either death or you I’ll find immediately.
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HERMIA (waking) Help me, Lysander, help me! Do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast.
Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here.
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander!—What, removed?—Lysander, lord!—
What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?—
Alack, where are you? Speak, an if you hear.
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? Then I well perceive you all not nigh.
Either death or you I’ll find immediately.
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Exit
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Exit
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Enter TITANIA , Queen of Fairies, with her train of FAIRIES
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Enter TITANIA , Queen of Fairies, with her train of FAIRIES
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TITANIA 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 reremice for their leathern wings
5 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.
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TITANIA 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 reremice for their leathern 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.
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FAIRIES sing
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FAIRIES sing
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FIRST FAIRY (sings)
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen.
Newts and blindworms, do no wrong.
Come not near our fairy queen.
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FIRST FAIRY (sings)
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen.
Newts and blindworms, do no wrong.
Come not near our fairy queen.
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FAIRIES Philomel, 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.
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FAIRIES Philomel, 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.
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FIRST FAIRY (sings)
Weaving spiders, come not here.
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!
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FIRST FAIRY (sings)
Weaving spiders, come not here.
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!
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Beetles black, approach not near.
Worm nor snail, do no offense.
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Beetles black, approach not near.
Worm nor snail, do no offense.
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FAIRIES (sing)
Philomel, 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.
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FAIRIES (sing)
Philomel, 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.
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TITANIA sleeps
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TITANIA sleeps
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SECOND FAIRY Hence, away! Now all is well.
One aloof stand sentinel.
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SECOND FAIRY Hence, away! Now all is well.
One aloof stand sentinel.
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Exeunt FAIRIES
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Exeunt FAIRIES
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Enter OBERON
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Enter OBERON
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OBERON 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,
20 Pard or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear,
When thou wakest, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near.
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OBERON 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 wakest, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near.
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Exit OBERON
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Exit OBERON
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Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA
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Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA
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LYSANDER Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood.
25 And to speak troth, I have forgot our way.
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LYSANDER Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood.
And to speak troth, I have forgot our way.
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We’ll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good.
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
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We’ll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good.
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
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HERMIA Be it so, Lysander. Find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
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HERMIA Be it so, Lysander. Find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
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LYSANDER 30 One turf shall serve as pillow for us both.
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
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LYSANDER One turf shall serve as pillow for us both.
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
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HERMIA Nay, good Lysander. For my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet. Do not lie so near.
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HERMIA Nay, good Lysander. For my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet. Do not lie so near.
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LYSANDER O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence.
35 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 interchainèd with an oath—
So then two bosoms and a single troth.
40 Then by your side no bed room me deny.
For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
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LYSANDER 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 interchainèd 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.
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HERMIA Lysander riddles very prettily.
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride
If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.
45 But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off in human modesty.
Such separation as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid.
So far be distant. And, good night, sweet friend.
50 Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!
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HERMIA 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 human 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!
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LYSANDER 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!
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LYSANDER 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!
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HERMIA With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be pressed!
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HERMIA With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be pressed!
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HERMIA and LYSANDER sleep
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HERMIA and LYSANDER sleep
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Enter ROBIN
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Enter ROBIN |
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ROBIN 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,
Despisèd 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.
(squeezes flower juice on LYSANDER’s eyelids)
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake when I am gone,
For I must now to Oberon.
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ROBIN 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,
Despisèd 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.
(squeezes flower juice on LYSANDER’s eyelids)
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake when I am gone,
For I must now to Oberon.
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Exit ROBIN
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Exit ROBIN
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Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA , running
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Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA , running
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HELENA Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
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HELENA Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
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DEMETRIUS I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
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DEMETRIUS I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
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HELENA O, wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so.
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HELENA O, wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so.
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DEMETRIUS 60 Stay, on thy peril. I alone will go.
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DEMETRIUS Stay, on thy peril. I alone will go.
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Exit DEMETRIUS
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Exit DEMETRIUS
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HELENA Oh, 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 blessèd and attractive eyes.
65 How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears.
If so, my eyes are oftener washed 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
70 Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia’s sphery eyne?
(sees LYSANDER)But who is here? Lysander, on the ground?
Dead or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.—
75 Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
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HELENA Oh, 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 blessèd and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears.
If so, my eyes are oftener washed 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?
(sees LYSANDER)But who is here? Lysander, on the ground?
Dead or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.—
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
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LYSANDER (waking) And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fit a word
80 Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
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LYSANDER (waking) And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
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HELENA Do not say so, Lysander. Say not so.
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you. Then be content.
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HELENA Do not say so, Lysander. Say not so.
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you. Then be content.
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LYSANDER Content with Hermia? No. I do repent
85 The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason swayed,
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
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LYSANDER Content with Hermia? No. I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason swayed,
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
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90 Things growing are not ripe until their season.
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
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Things growing are not ripe until their season.
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
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HELENA Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is ’t not enough, is ’t not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
100 Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well. Perforce I must confess
105 I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
Oh, that a lady of one man refused
Should of another therefore be abused!
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HELENA Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is ’t not enough, is ’t not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well. Perforce I must confess
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
Oh, that a lady of one man refused
Should of another therefore be abused!
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Exit HELENA
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Exit HELENA
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LYSANDER She sees not Hermia.—Hermia, sleep thou there.
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
110 For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
115 Of all be hated, but the most of me.—
And all my powers, address your love and might
To honor Helen and to be her knight.
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LYSANDER She sees not Hermia.—Hermia, sleep thou there.
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me.—
And all my powers, address your love and might
To honor Helen and to be her knight.
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Exit LYSANDER
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Exit LYSANDER
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HERMIA (waking) Help me, Lysander, help me! Do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast.
120 Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here.
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander!—What, removed?—Lysander, lord!—
125 What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?—
Alack, where are you? Speak, an if you hear.
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? Then I well perceive you all not nigh.
Either death or you I’ll find immediately.
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HERMIA (waking) Help me, Lysander, help me! Do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast.
Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here.
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander!—What, removed?—Lysander, lord!—
What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?—
Alack, where are you? Speak, an if you hear.
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? Then I well perceive you all not nigh.
Either death or you I’ll find immediately.
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Exit
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Exit
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