A Midsummer Night's Dream

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Act II, Scene 2

Another part of the wood.

       
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[Enter TITANIA, with her train]

  • Titania. Come, now a roundel and a fairy song; 650
    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 leathern wings,
    To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
    The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders 655
    At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;
    Then to your offices and let me rest.
    [The Fairies sing]
    You spotted snakes with double tongue,
    Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; 660
    Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
    Come not near our fairy queen.
    Philomel, with melody
    Sing in our sweet lullaby;
    Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby: 665
    Never harm,
    Nor spell nor charm,
    Come our lovely lady nigh;
    So, good night, with lullaby.
    Weaving spiders, come not here; 670
    Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
    Beetles black, approach not near;
    Worm nor snail, do no offence.
    Philomel, with melody, &c.
  • Fairy. Hence, away! now all is well: 675
    One aloof stand sentinel.

[Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps]

[Enter OBERON and squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eyelids]

  • Oberon. What thou seest when thou dost wake,
    Do it for thy true-love take, 680
    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: 685
    Wake when some vile thing is near.

[Exit]

[Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA]

  • Lysander. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;
    And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: 690
    We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
    And tarry for the comfort of the day.
  • Hermia. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed;
    For I upon this bank will rest my head.
  • Lysander. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; 695
    One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.
  • Hermia. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
    Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
  • Lysander. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!
    Love takes the meaning in love's conference. 700
    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; 705
    For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
  • 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 710
    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! 715
  • 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!
  • Hermia. 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. 725
    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, 730
    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. 735
    When thou wakest, 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]

  • Helena. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
  • Demetrius. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
  • Helena. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
  • Demetrius. Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go. 745

[Exit]

  • Helena. 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. 750
    How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears:
    If so, my eyes are oftener 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 755
    Do, as a monster fly my presence thus.
    What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
    Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?
    But who is here? Lysander! on the ground!
    Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. 760
    Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.
  • Lysander. [Awaking] 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? O, how fit a word 765
    Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
  • 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.
  • Lysander. Content with Hermia! No; I do repent 770
    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 sway'd;
    And reason says you are the worthier maid. 775
    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 780
    Love's stories written in love's richest book.
  • 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, 785
    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 790
    I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
    O, that a lady, of one man refused.
    Should of another therefore be abused!

[Exit]

  • Lysander. She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there: 795
    And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
    For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
    The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
    Or as tie heresies that men do leave
    Are hated most of those they did deceive, 800
    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 honour Helen and to be her knight!

[Exit]

  • Hermia. [Awaking] 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, 810
    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. 815
    No? then I well perceive you all not nigh
    Either death or you I'll find immediately.

[Exit]

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