A Midsummer Night's Dream

William Shakespeare

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Theseus Duke of Athens. 
Egeus father to Hermia. 


| in love with Hermia.
Philostrate master of the revels to Theseus. 
Quince a carpenter. 
Snug a joiner. 
Bottom a weaver. 
Flute a bellows-mender. 
Snout a tinker. 
Starveling a tailor. 
Hippolyta queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus. 
Hermia daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. 
Helena in love with Demetrius. 
Oberon king of the fairies. 
Titania queen of the fairies. 
Puck or Robin Goodfellow. 




| fairies.
Other fairies attending their King and Queen. 
Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. 

Act 1

Scene 1

Athens. The palace of Theseus.
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, and Attendants
Theseus Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour  
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in  
Another moon. But O, methinks how slow  
This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires,  
Like to a stepdame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man's revenue.  

Hippolyta Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;  
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;  
And then the moon, like to a silver bow  
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.  

Go, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments,  
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth,  
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;  
The pale companion is not for our pomp. [Exit Philostrate]
Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword,
And won thy love doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.
Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius
Egeus Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!

Theseus Thanks, good Egeus. What's the news with thee?
Egeus Full of vexation come I, with complaint  
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.  
Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,  
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander. And my gracious duke,  
This man hath bewitched the bosom of my child.  
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast givén her rhymes,  
And interchanged love-tokens with my child.  
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung
With feigning voice verses of feigning love,  
And stolen the impression of her fantasy  
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,  
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers  
Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth.
With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart,  
Turned her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness. And, my gracious duke,
Be it so she will not here before your grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;
As she is mine, I may dispose of her.
Which shall be either to this gentleman
Or to her death, according to our law
Immediately provided in that case.

Theseus What say you, Hermia? Be advised, fair maid,  
To you your father should be as a god,  
One that composed your beauties, yea, and one  
To whom you are but as a form in wax  
By him imprinted and within his power
To leave the figure or disfigure it.  
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.  

Hermia So is Lysander.

In himself he is;
But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
The other must be held the worthier.

Hermia I would my father looked but with my eyes.

Theseus Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.

Hermia I do entreat your grace to pardon me.  
I know not by what power I am made bold,  
Nor how it may concern my modesty,
In such a presence here to plead my thoughts,  
But I beseech your grace that I may know  
The worst that may befall me in this case  
If I refuse to wed Demetrius.  

Theseus Either to die the death or to abjure
For ever the society of men.  
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires.  
Know of your youth, examine well your blood,  
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,  
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be in shady cloister mewed,  
To live a barren sister all your life,  
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.  
Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood,  
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage.
But earthlier happy is the rose distilled,  
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn  
Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.  

Hermia So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,  
Ere I will my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke  
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.  

Theseus Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon--  
The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,  
For everlasting bond of fellowship--
Upon that day either prepare to die  
For disobedience to your father's will,  
Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would,  
Or on Diana's altar to protest  
For aye austerity and single life.

Demetrius Relent, sweet Hermia, and Lysander, yield  
Thy crazed title to my certain right.  

Lysander You have her father's love, Demetrius,  
Let me have Hermia's. Do you marry him.  

Egeus Scornful Lysander! True, he hath my love,
And what is mine my love shall render him.  
And she is mine, and all my right of her
I do estate unto Demetrius.

Lysander I am, my lord, as well derived as he,  
As well possessed, my love is more than his,
My fortunes every way as fairly ranked,  
If not with vantage, as Demetrius'.  
And, which is more than all these boasts can be,  
I am beloved of beauteous Hermia.  
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,  
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,  
And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,  
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,  
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

Theseus I must confess that I have heard so much,  
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof,  
But being over-full of self-affairs,  
My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come,  
And come, Egeus, you shall go with me,
I have some private schooling for you both.  
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself  
To fit your fancies to your father's will,  
Or else the law of Athens yields you up--  
Which by no means we may extenuate--
To death, or to a vow of single life.  
Come, my Hippolyta. What cheer, my love?  
Demetrius and Egeus, go along.  
I must employ you in some business  
Against our nuptial and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.

Egeus With duty and desire we follow you.
Exeunt all but Lysander and Hermia
Lysander How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?  
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?  

Hermia Belike for want of rain, which I could well
Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.  

Lysander Ay me! For aught that I could ever read,  
Could ever hear by tale or history,  
The course of true love never did run smooth;  
But, either it was different in blood--

Hermia O cross! Too high to be enthralled to low.

Lysander Or else misgraffed in respect of years,--

Hermia O spite! Too old to be engaged to young.

Lysander Or else it stood upon the choice of friends--

Hermia O hell! To choose love by another's eyes.

Lysander Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,  
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,  
Making it momentany as a sound,  
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,  
Brief as the lightning in the collied night
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,  
And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!"  
The jaws of darkness do devour it up.  
So quick bright things come to confusion.  

Hermia If then true lovers have been ever crossed,
It stands as an edict in destiny.  
Then let us teach our trial patience,  
Because it is a customary cross,  
As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs,  
Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.

Lysander A good persuasion. Therefore, hear me, Hermia.  
I have a widow aunt, a dowager  
Of great revenue, and she hath no child.  
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues,  
And she respects me as her only son.
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;  
And to that place the sharp Athenian law  
Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me, then  
Steal forth thy father's house tomorrow night,  
And in the wood a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena  
To do observance to a morn of May,  
There will I stay for thee.  

My good Lysander!
I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow,  
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the simplicity of Venus' doves,  
By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,  
And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen,  
When the false Troyan under sail was seen,  
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever women spoke,  
In that same place thou hast appointed me,  
Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee.

Lysander Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena.
Enter Helena
Hermia God speed fair Helena! Whither away?

Helena Call you me fair? That fair again unsay.  
Demetrius loves your fair. O happy fair!  
Your eyes are lode-stars, and your tongue's sweet air  
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear  
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching; O, were favor so,  
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go.  
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,  
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.  
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.  
O, teach me how you look, and with what art  
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.  

Hermia I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.

Helena O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!

Hermia I give him curses, yet he gives me love.

Helena O that my prayers could such affection move!

Hermia The more I hate, the more he follows me.

Helena The more I love, the more he hateth me.

Hermia His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.

Helena None but your beauty. Would that fault were mine!

Hermia Take comfort: he no more shall see my face;  
Lysander and myself will fly this place.  
Before the time I did Lysander see,  
Seemed Athens as a paradise to me;
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,  
That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!  

Lysander Helen, to you our minds we will unfold.  
Tomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold  
Her silver visage in the watery glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,  
A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,  
Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.  

Hermia And in the wood, where often you and I  
Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet,  
There my Lysander and myself shall meet;  
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes,  
To seek new friends and stranger companies.  
Farewell, sweet playfellow. Pray thou for us,
And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!  
Keep word, Lysander. We must starve our sight  
From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight.  

Lysander I will, my Hermia.[Exit Hermia] Helena, adieu.
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
Helena How happy some o'er other some can be!  
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.  
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;  
He will not know what all but he do know.  
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.  
Things base and vile, folding no quantity,  
Love can transpose to form and dignity.  
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,  
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;  
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.  
And therefore is Love said to be a child,  
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.  
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured every where.
For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia's eyne,
He hailed down oaths that he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight.
Then to the wood will he tomorrow night
Pursue her, and for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expense.
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again.

Scene 2

Athens. Quince's house.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and Starveling
Quince Is all our company here?

Bottom You were best to call them generally, man  
by man, according to the scrip.  

Quince Here is the scroll of every man's name which  
is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in
our interlude before the duke and the duchess, 
on his wedding-day at night.

Bottom First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats  
on, then read the names of the actors, and so  
grow to a point.

Quince Marry, our play is The most lamentable comedy, and  
most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.  

Bottom A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a
merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your
actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves.

Quince Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver.

Bottom Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.

Quince You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.

Bottom What is Pyramus? A lover, or a tyrant?

Quince A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love.

Bottom That will ask some tears in the true performing of  
it. If I do it, let the audience look to their  
eyes. I will move storms, I will condole in some  
measure. To the rest--yet my chief humor is for a  
tyrant. I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to
tear a cat in, to make all split.  
                   "The raging rocks  
                    And shivering shocks  
                    Shall break the locks  
                         Of prison gates;
                    And Phibbus' car  
                    Shall shine from far  
                    And make and mar  
                         The foolish Fates."  
This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players.
This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein. A lover is
more condoling.

Quince Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.

Flute Here, Peter Quince.

Quince Flute, you must take Thisby on you.

Flute What is Thisby? A wandering knight?

Quince It is the lady that Pyramus must love.

Flute Nay, faith, let me not play a woman. I have
a beard coming.

Quince That's all one. You shall play it in a mask, and
you may speak as small as you will.

Bottom An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, 
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. "Thisne,
Thisne;" "Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear,
and lady dear!"

Quince No, no, you must play Pyramus, and Flute,
you Thisby.

Bottom Well, proceed.

Quince Robin Starveling, the tailor.

Starveling Here, Peter Quince.

Quince Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother.
Tom Snout, the tinker.

Snout Here, Peter Quince.

Quince You, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's father;
Snug the joiner, you, the lion's part; and, I
hope, here is a play fitted.

Snug Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it
be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

Quince You may do it extempore, for it is nothing 
but roaring.

Bottom Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will
do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar,
that I will make the duke say "Let him roar again,
let him roar again."

Quince An you should do it too terribly, you would fright
the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek,
and that were enough to hang us all.

All That would hang us, every mother's son.

Bottom I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the
ladies out of their wits, they would have no more
discretion but to hang us. But I will aggravate my
voice so that I will roar you as gently as any
sucking dove. I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.

Quince You can play no part but Pyramus, for Pyramus is a  
sweet-faced man, a proper man, as one shall see in a
summer's day: a most lovely gentleman-like man.
Therefore you must needs play Pyramus.

Bottom Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best
to play it in?

Quince Why, what you will.

Bottom I will discharge it in either your straw-color  
beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-  
in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour  
beard, your perfect yellow.  

Quince Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and
then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here  
are your parts, and I am to entreat you, request  
you and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night   
and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the  
town, by moonlight. There will we rehearse, for if
we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with  
company, and our devices known. In the meantime I  
will draw a bill of properties, such as our play  
wants. I pray you, fail me not.  

Bottom We will meet; and there we may rehearse most
obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be   
perfect. Adieu.

Quince At the Duke's oak we meet

Bottom Enough; hold or cut bow-strings.

Act 2

Scene 1

A wood near Athens.
Enter, from opposite sides, a Fairy and Puck
Puck How now, spirit! Whither wander you?

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be,
In their gold coats spots you see:
Those be rubies, fairy favors,
In those freckles live their savors
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone.
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.

Puck The king doth keep his revels here tonight;  
Take heed the queen come not within his sight;  
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she as her attendant hath  
A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king;  
She never had so sweet a changeling.  
And jealous Oberon would have the child  
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;
But she perforce withholds the loved boy,  
Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy.  
And now they never meet in grove or green,  
By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,  
But they do square, that all their elves for fear
Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there.  

Fairy Either I mistake your shape and making quite,  
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite  
Called Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he  
That frights the maidens of the villagery,
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern  
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn,  
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm,  
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?  
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.  
Are not you he?  

Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.  
I jest to Oberon and make him smile  
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal;  
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,  
In very likeness of a roasted crab,  
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob  
And on her withered dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,  
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;  
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,  
And "tailor" cries, and falls into a cough;  
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear  
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But, room, fairy! Here comes Oberon.

Fairy And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!
Enter, from one side, Oberon, with his train; from the other, Titania, with hers
Oberon Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.

Titania What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:  
I have forsworn his bed and company.  

Oberon Tarry, rash wanton! Am not I thy lord?

Titania Then I must be thy lady; but I know  
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,  
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love  
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,  
Come from the farthest steep of India?  
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskined mistress and your warrior love,  
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come  
To give their bed joy and prosperity.  

Oberon How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,  
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?  
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night  
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?  
And make him with fair Aegles break his faith,  
With Ariadne and Antiopa?

Titania These are the forgeries of jealousy;  
And never, since the middle summer's spring,  
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,  
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,  
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,  
But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.  
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have sucked up from the sea
Contagious fogs, which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents.
The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard.
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is filled up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable.
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest.
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound.
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set; the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.

Oberon Do you amend it then; it lies in you.  
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?  
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.

Set your heart at rest;
The fairy land buys not the child of me.  
His mother was a votaress of my order,  
And in the spiced Indian air, by night,  
Full often hath she gossiped by my side,
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,  
Marking the embarked traders on the flood,  
When we have laughed to see the sails conceive  
And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind;  
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following, (her womb then rich with my young squire)
Would imitate, and sail upon the land  
To fetch me trifles, and return again,  
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.  
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die,
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him.
Oberon How long within this wood intend you stay?

Titania Perchance till after Theseus' wedding day.  
If you will patiently dance in our round
And see our moonlight revels, go with us;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Oberon Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.

Titania Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away!  
We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.
Exit Titania with her train
Oberon Well, go thy way. Thou shalt not from this grove  
Till I torment thee for this injury.  
My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememberest  
Since once I sat upon a promontory,  
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath  
That the rude sea grew civil at her song  
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,  
To hear the sea-maid's music?  

I remember.

Oberon That very time I saw, but thou couldst not,
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,  
Cupid all armed. A certain aim he took  
At a fair vestal throned by the west,  
And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow,  
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts;
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft  
Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon,  
And the imperial votaress passed on,  
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.  
Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,  
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,  
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.  
Fetch me that flower; the herb I shewed thee once.  
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

Puck I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.  
Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,  
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.  
The next thing then she waking looks upon,  
Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,  
She shall pursue it with the soul of love.  
And ere I take this charm from off her sight,  
As I can take it with another herb,  
I'll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here? I am invisible,  
And I will overhear their conference.  
Enter Demetrius, Helena following him
Demetrius I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.  
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?  
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood;
And here am I, and wode within this wood,
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

Helena You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart  
Is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.

Demetrius Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?  
Or, rather do I not in plainest truth
Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you?

Helena And even for that do I love you the more.  
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,  
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you.
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love--
And yet a place of high respect with me--
Than to be used as you use your dog?

Demetrius Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit,  
For I am sick when I do look on thee.  

Helena And I am sick when I look not on you.

Demetrius You do impeach your modesty too much,  
To leave the city and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night
And the ill counsel of a desert place
With the rich worth of your virginity.

Helena Your virtue is my privilege. For that
It is not night when I do see your face,  
Therefore I think I am not in the night,
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
For you in my respect are all the world.
Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Demetrius I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes,  
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.  

Helena The wildest hath not such a heart as you.  
Run when you will, the story shall be changed:
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.

Demetrius 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.

Helena 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.  
Oberon 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.

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,  
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight;  
And there the snake throws her enamelled 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.

Scene 2

Another part of the wood.
Enter Titania, with her train
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 rere-mice 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.  
The Fairies sing
1st 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.

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.

1st Fairy Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!  
Beetles black, approach not near;  
Worm nor snail, do no offence.  

Chorus Philomel, with melody, & c.

2nd Fairy Hence away, now all is well:
One aloof stand sentinel.  
Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps. Enter Oberon, squeezing the flower on Titania's eyelids.
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.  
Exit; Enter Lysander and Hermia
Lysander Fair love, you faint with wandering 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.  

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,  
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.  
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.  

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!

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 pressed!
They sleep; Enter 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 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.[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.  
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?  
But who is here? Lysander! On the ground!
Dead, or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.  
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  
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  
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.  
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  
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,  
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.  
O, that a lady, of one man refused.  
Should of another therefore be abused!  
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 tie 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 honour Helen and to be her knight!  
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,  
And you sate smiling at his cruel prey.
Lysander! What, removed? Lysander! Lord!  
What, out of hearing gone? No sound, no word?  
Alack, where are you? Speak, and 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.

Act 3

Scene 1

The wood. Titania lying asleep.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and Starveling
Bottom Are we all met?

Quince Pat, pat; and here's a marvelous convenient 
place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be 
our stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house,
and we will do it in action as we will do it before 
the duke.

Bottom Peter Quince!

Quince What sayest thou, bully Bottom?

Bottom There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and
Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must
draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies  
cannot abide. How answer you that?

Snout By'r lakin, a parlous fear.

Starveling I believe we must leave the killing out, when 
all is done.

Bottom Not a whit! I have a device to make all well.
Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to
say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that
Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more
better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not
Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver. This will put them
out of fear.

Quince Well, we will have such a prologue, and it shall be  
written in eight and six.  

Bottom No, make it two more; let it be written in eight 
and eight.

Snout Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?

Starveling I fear it, I promise you.

Bottom Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves, 
to bring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, 
is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more 
fearful wild-fowl than your lion living; and we 
ought to look to 't.

Snout Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.

Bottom Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must
be seen through the lion's neck, and he himself
must speak through, saying thus, or to the same
defect: "Ladies," or "Fair-ladies, I would wish
You," or "I would request you," or "I would
entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life
for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it
were pity of my life. No! I am no such thing; I am a
man as other men are;" and there indeed let him name
his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.

Quince Well it shall be so. But there is two hard things:
that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for  
you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight.

Snout Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?

Bottom A calendar, a calendar! Look in the almanac, find  
out moonshine, find out moonshine.

Quince Yes, it doth shine that night.

Bottom Why, then may you leave a casement of the great  
chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon  
may shine in at the casement.

Quince Ay, or else one must come in with a bush of thorns
and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to
present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is
another thing: we must have a wall in the great
chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did
talk through the chink of a wall.

Snout You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?

Bottom Some man or other must present Wall; and let him
have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast
about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his
fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus
and Thisby whisper.

Quince If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down,
every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.
Pyramus, you begin. When you have spoken your
speech, enter into that brake: and so every one
according to his cue.
Enter Puck behind
Puck What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,
So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor;
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

Quince Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.

Bottom "Thisby, the flowers of odious savours 

Quince Odorous, odorous.

Bottom --"odors savours sweet:
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
But hark, a voice! Stay thou but here awhile,
And by and by I will to thee appear."
Puck A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here.
Flute Must I speak now?

Quince Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand 
he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is 
to come again.

Flute "Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse that yet would never tire,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."

Quince "Ninus' tomb," man. Why, you must not speak that
yet; that you answer to Pyramus. You speak all your
part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter. Your cue
is past; it is, "never tire."

Flute O,--"As true as truest horse, that yet would
never tire."
Enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head
Bottom "If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine."

Quince O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted. Pray,
masters, fly, masters! Help!
Exeunt Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling
Puck I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire,
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Bottom Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to
make me afeard.
Enter Snout
Snout O Bottom, thou art changed! What do I see 
on thee?

Bottom What do you see? you see an asshead of your 
own, do you?
Exit Snout; Enter Quince
Quince Bless thee, Bottom, bless thee! Thou art translated.
Bottom I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;
to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
from this place, do what they can. I will walk up
and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear
I am not afraid.[Sings]
The ousel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill,--

Titania [Awaking] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

[Sings]The finch, the sparrow and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay;--
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
a bird? Who would give a bird the lie, though he cry
'cuckoo' never so?

Titania I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.
Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bottom Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason
for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and
love keep little company together now-a-days; the
more the pity that some honest neighbours will not
make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.

Titania Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

Bottom Not so, neither; but if I had wit enough to get out  
of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.

Titania Out of this wood do not desire to go;
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee; therefore, go with me.
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep.
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!
Enter Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed
Peaseblossom Ready.

Cobweb           And I.

Moth                     And I.

Mustardseed                               And I. 

All                                         Where shall we go?

Titania Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

Peaseblossom Hail, mortal!

Cobweb Hail!

Moth Hail!

Mustardseed Hail!

Bottom I cry your worship's mercy, heartily. I beseech 
your worship's name.

Cobweb Cobweb.

Bottom I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good 
Master Cobweb. If I cut my finger, I shall make 
bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman?

Peaseblossom Peaseblossom.

Bottom I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your
mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good
Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more
acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?

Mustardseed Mustardseed.

Bottom Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience 
well. That same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath
devoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise
you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I
desire your more acquaintance, good Master

Titania Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my lover's tongue, bring him silently.

Scene 2

Another part of the wood.
Enter Oberon
Oberon I wonder if Titania be awaked;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity.
Enter Puck
Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit! 
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

Puck My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and entered in a brake
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's nole I fixed on his head.
Anon his Thisby must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
So at his sight away his fellows fly;
And at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.

Oberon This falls out better than I could devise.
But hast thou yet latched the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck I took him sleeping--that is finished too,--
And the Athenian woman by his side:
That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed.
Enter Hermia and Demetrius
Oberon Stand close. This is the same Athenian.

Puck This is the woman, but not this the man.

Demetrius O, why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Hermia Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse,
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse,
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me. Would he have stolen away
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon
This whole earth may be bored and that the moon
May through the centre creep and so displease
Her brother's noontide with Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murdered him;
So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.

Demetrius So should the murdered look, and so should I,
Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty.
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Hermia What's this to my Lysander? Where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Demetrius I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.

Hermiav Out, dog! Out, cur! Thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never numbered among men!
O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have looked upon him being awake,
And hast thou killed him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Demetrius You spend your passion on a misprised mood.
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Hermia I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.

Demetrius And if I could, what should I get therefore?

Hermia A privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.
Demetrius There is no following her in this fierce vein.
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.
Lies down and sleeps
Oberon What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight.
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turned and not a false turned true.

Puck Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

Oberon About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find.
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
By some illusion see 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.
Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wakest, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Enter Puck
Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Stand aside. The noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.

Then will two at once woo one,
That must needs be sport alone.
And those things do best please me
That befall preposterously.
Enter Lysander and Helena
Lysander Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?

Helena You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's. Will you give her o'er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

Lysander I had no judgment when to her I swore.

Helena Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.

Lysander Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

Demetrius [Awaking] O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!  
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?  
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show  
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,  
Fanned with the eastern wind, turns to a crow  
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss  
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!  

Helena O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:  
If you were civil and knew courtesy,  
You would not do me thus much injury.  
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,  
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,  
You would not use a gentle lady so;  
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,  
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.  
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:  
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,  
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes  
With your derision! None of noble sort  
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.  

Lysander You are unkind, Demetrius, be not so;  
For you love Hermia, this you know I know.  
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,  
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love and will do till my death.

Helena Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Demetrius Lysander, keep thy Hermia, I will none.  
If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourned,  
And now to Helen is it home returned,
There to remain.

Helen, it is not so.

Demetrius Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,  
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.
Look where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.  
Enter Hermia
Hermia Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,  
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;  
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,  
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;  
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.  
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?  

Lysander Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?

Hermia What love could press Lysander from my side?

Lysander Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,  
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night  
Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.  
Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know,
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?

Hermia You speak not as you think. It cannot be.

Helena Lo, she is one of this confederacy!  
Now I perceive they have conjoined all three  
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.  
Injurious Hermia! Most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspired, have you with these contrived  
To bait me with this foul derision?  
Is all the counsel that we two have shared,  
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,  
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us--O, is all forgot?  
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?  
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,  
Have with our needles created both one flower,  
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,  
As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart,
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly.
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.

Hermia I am amazed at your passionate words.
I scorn you not. It seems that you scorn me.  

Helena Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,  
To follow me and praise my eyes and face?  
And made your other love, Demetrius,  
Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,
To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare,  
Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this  
To her he hates? And wherefore doth Lysander  
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,  
And tender me, forsooth, affection,
But by your setting on, by your consent?  
What thought I be not so in grace as you,  
So hung upon with love, so fortunate,  
But miserable most, to love unloved?  
This you should pity rather than despise.

Hermia I understand not what you mean by this.

Helena Ay, do! Persever, counterfeit sad looks,  
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back,  
Wink each at other, hold the sweet jest up.  
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,  
You would not make me such an argument.  
But fare ye well 'Tis partly my own fault,  
Which death or absence soon shall remedy.  

Lysander Stay, gentle Helena, hear my excuse.
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!  

Helena O excellent!

Sweet, do not scorn her so.

Demetrius If she cannot entreat, I can compel.

Lysander Thou canst compel no more than she entreat.  
Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers.
Helen, I love thee, by my life, I do.  
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.

Demetrius I say I love thee more than he can do.

Lysander If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.

Demetrius Quick, come!

Lysander, whereto tends all this?

Lysander Away, you Ethiope!

No, no, he'll
Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow,  
But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!  

Lysander Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! Vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!  

Hermia Why are you grown so rude? What change is this?  
Sweet love,--  

Thy love! Out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! Hated potion, hence!  

Hermia Do you not jest?

Yes, sooth; and so do you.

Lysander Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.

Demetrius I would I had your bond, for I perceive  
A weak bond holds you. I'll not trust your word.  

Lysander What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?  
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

Hermia What, can you do me greater harm than hate?  
Hate me! Wherefore? O me! What news, my love!  
Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander?  
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.  
Since night you loved me, yet since night you left me.
Why, then you left me--O, the gods forbid!--  
In earnest, shall I say?  

Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.  
Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;  
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest
That I do hate thee and love Helena.

Hermia O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!  
You thief of love! What, have you come by night  
And stolen my love's heart from him?  

Fine, i' faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear  
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie! You counterfeit, you puppet, you!

Hermia Puppet? Why so? Ay, that way goes the game.  
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures. She hath urged her height.  
And with her personage, her tall personage,  
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailed with him.  
And are you grown so high in his esteem  
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak,  
How low am I? I am not yet so low  
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.  

Helena I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,  
Let her not hurt me. I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;  
I am a right maid for my cowardice.  
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,  
Because she is something lower than myself,  
That I can match her.

Lower! Hark, again.

Helena Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.  
I evermore did love you, Hermia,  
Did ever keep your counsels, never wronged you,  
Save that in love unto Demetrius,  
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He followed you. For love I followed him,  
But he hath chid me hence and threatened me  
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too.  
And now, so you will let me quiet go,  
To Athens will I bear my folly back
And follow you no further. Let me go.  
You see how simple and how fond I am.  

Hermia Why, get you gone. Who is't that hinders you?

Helena A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.

Hermia What, with Lysander?

With Demetrius.

Lysander Be not afraid. She shall not harm thee, Helena.

Demetrius No sir, she shall not, though you take her part.

Helena O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd!  
She was a vixen when she went to school,  
And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Hermia "Little" again! Nothing but "low" and "little"!  
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?  
Let me come to her.  

Get you gone, you dwarf,
You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made,  
You bead, you acorn.

You are too officious
In her behalf that scorns your services.  
Let her alone. Speak not of Helena,  
Take not her part; for if thou dost intend
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.

Now she holds me not.
Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,  
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.  

Demetrius Follow! Nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.
Exeunt Lysander and Demetrius
Hermia You, mistress, all this coil is long of you.  
Nay, go not back.

I will not trust you, I,
Nor longer stay in your curst company.  
Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,  
My legs are longer though, to run away.
Hermia I am amazed, and know not what to say.
Oberon This is thy negligence. Still thou mistakest,
Or else committ'st thy knaveries willfully.  

Puck Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.  
Did not you tell me I should know the man  
By the Athenian garment be had on?  
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes;  
And so far am I glad it so did sort  
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.  

Oberon Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight.  
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night.
The starry welkin cover thou anon  
With drooping fog as black as Acheron,  
And lead these testy rivals so astray  
As one come not within another's way.  
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong.  
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius,  
And from each other look thou lead them thus,  
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep  
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye,  
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,  
To take from thence all error with his might,  
And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision,
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,
With league whose date till death shall never end.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.

Puck My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,  
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,  
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there,  
Troop home to churchyards. Damned spirits all,  
That in crossways and floods have burial,  
Already to their wormy beds are gone,  
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They willfully themselves exile from light
And must for aye consort with black-browed night.

Oberon But we are spirits of another sort:  
I with the morning's love have oft made sport,  
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,  
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,  
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.  
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:  
We may effect this business yet ere day.
Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down;
I am feared in field and town.
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.
Enter Lysander
Lysander Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now.

Puck Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou?

Lysander I will be with thee straight.

Follow me, then,
To plainer ground.  
Exit Lysander, as following the voice; enter Demetrius
Lysander! Speak again.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?  

Puck Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant, come, thou child;
I'll whip thee with a rod. He is defiled
That draws a sword on thee.

Yea, art thou there?

Puck Follow my voice. We'll try no manhood here.
Exeunt; enter Lysander
Lysander He goes before me and still dares me on;  
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.  
The villain is much lighter-heeled than I.
I followed fast, but faster he did fly,  
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,  
And here will rest me.[Lies down] Come, thou gentle day!  
For if but once thou show me thy grey light,  
I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.
Sleeps; enter Puck and Demetrius
Puck Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not?

Demetrius Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot  
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place,  
And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.  
Where art thou now?

Come hither, I am here.

Demetrius Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear,
If ever I thy face by daylight see.
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.
Lies down and sleeps; enter Helena
Helena O weary night, O long and tedious night,
Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
From these that my poor company detest:
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Lies down and sleeps
Puck Yet but three? Come one more;
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad.
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
Enter Hermia
Hermia Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
Lies down and sleeps
On the ground
Sleep sound:
I'll apply
To your eye,
               Gentle lover, remedy.
Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes
When thou wakest,
Thou takest
True delight
In the sight
               Of thy former lady's eye:  
               And the country proverb known,  
               That every man should take his own,  
               In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill;
               The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.

Act 4

Scene 1

The same. Lysander, Demetrius, Helena, and Hermia lying asleep.
Enter Titania and Bottom; Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseed, and other Fairies attending; Oberon behind unseen
Titania Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,  
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,  
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

Bottom Where's Peaseblossom?

Peaseblossom Ready.

Bottom Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's 
Mounsieur Cobweb?

Cobweb Ready.

Bottom Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your
weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped  
humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good
mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret
yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and,
good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not;
I would be loath to have you overflown with a
honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed?

Mustardseed Ready.

Bottom Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you,  
leave your courtesy, good mounsieur.

Mustardseed What's your Will?

Bottom Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb  
to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for  
methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I
am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me,
I must scratch.

Titania What, wilt thou hear some music,  
my sweet love?  

Bottom I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have  
the tongs and the bones.

Titania Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.

Bottom Truly, a peck of provender. I could munch your good  
dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle  
of hay. Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Titania I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.  

Bottom I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas.  
But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I  
have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

Titania Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.
Fairies, begone, and be all ways away.  
Exeunt fairies
So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle  
Gently entwist; the female ivy so  
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
They sleep; enter Puck
Oberon [Advancing] Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this sweet sight?  
Her dotage now I do begin to pity:  
For, meeting her of late behind the wood,  
Seeking sweet favors from this hateful fool,  
I did upbraid her and fall out with her;
For she his hairy temples then had rounded  
With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;  
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds  
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls,  
Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.  
When I had at my pleasure taunted her  
And she in mild terms begg'd my patience,  
I then did ask of her her changeling child;  
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes:
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian swain;
That, he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair
And think no more of this night's accidents
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first I will release the fairy queen.
Be as thou wast wont to be;
See as thou wast wont to see:
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.

Titania My Oberon! what visions have I seen!  
Methought I was enamored of an ass.  

Oberon There lies your love.

How came these things to pass?
O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!  

Oberon Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head.
Titania, music call; and strike more dead  
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.

Titania Music, ho! Music, such as charmeth sleep!
Music, still
Puck Now, when thou wakest, with thine own   
fool's eyes peep.
Oberon Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me,  
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.  
Now thou and I are new in amity,
And will tomorrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair prosperity:
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Fairy king, attend, and mark:
I do hear the morning lark.

Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wandering moon.

Come, my lord, and in our flight
Tell me how it came this night
That I sleeping here was found
With these mortals on the ground.
Exeunt; horns winded within; enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train
Theseus Go, one of you, find out the forester,  
For now our observation is performed.
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; let them go:
Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
Exit an Attendant
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion  
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hippolyta I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,  
When in a wood of Crete they bayed the bear  
With hounds of Sparta. Never did I hear
Such gallant chiding, for besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

Theseus My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flewed, so sanded, and their heads are hung  
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-kneed, and dew-lapped like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,  
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge when you hear. But, soft! What nymphs are these?

Egeus My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;  
And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena:
I wonder of their being here together.

Theseus No doubt they rose up early to observe  
The rite of May, and hearing our intent,  
Came here in grace of our solemnity.
But speak, Egeus. Is not this the day
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?

Egeus It is, my lord.

Theseus Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
Horns and shout within. Lysander, Demetrius, Helena, and Hermia
wake and start up
Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past.
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

Lysander Pardon, my lord.

I pray you all, stand up.
I know you two are rival enemies.  
How comes this gentle concord in the world,  
That hatred is so far from jealousy,
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?

Lysander My lord, I shall reply amazedly,  
Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear,  
I cannot truly say how I came here;  
But, as I think--for truly would I speak,
And now do I bethink me, so it is--
I came with Hermia hither. Our intent
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might,
Without the peril of the Athenian law--  

Egeus Enough, enough, my lord, you have enough.
I beg the law, the law, upon his head.  
They would have stolen away. They would, Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated you and me,
You of your wife and me of my consent,
Of my consent that she should be your wife.

Demetrius My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,  
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;  
And I in fury hither followed them,  
Fair Helena in fancy following me.  
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power--
But by some power it is--my love to Hermia,  
Melted as the snow, seems to me now  
As the remembrance of an idle gaud  
Which in my childhood I did dote upon;  
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and the pleasure of mine eye,  
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,  
Was I betrothed ere I saw Hermia:  
But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;  
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.

Theseus Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:  
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.  
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
For in the temple by and by with us
These couples shall eternally be knit:
And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.
Away with us to Athens; three and three,
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolyta.
Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train
Demetrius These things seem small and undistinguishable,

Hermia Methinks I see these things with parted eye,  
When every thing seems double.

So methinks.
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,  
Mine own, and not mine own.

Are you sure
That we are awake? It seems to me  
That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think
The duke was here, and bid us follow him?

Hermia Yea; and my father.

And Hippolyta.

Lysander And he did bid us follow to the temple.

Demetrius Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him  
And by the way let us recount our dreams.  
Bottom [Awaking] When my cue comes, call me, and I will
answer: my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho!  
Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout,  
the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen  
hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare  
vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to
say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go  
about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there  
is no man can tell what. Methought I was--and  
methought I had--but man is but a patched fool, if  
he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye
of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not  
seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue  
to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream  
was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of  
this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream,
because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the
latter end of a play, before the duke:
peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall
sing it at her death.

Scene 2

Athens. Quince's house.
Enter Quince, Thisby, Flute, Snout, and Starveling
Quince Have you sent to Bottom's house? Is he come home yet?

Starveling He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is  

Flute If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes  
not forward, doth it?

Quince It is not possible: you have not a man in all  
Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he.  

Flute No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft  
man in Athens.  

Quince Yea and the best person too; and he is a very
paramour for a sweet voice.  

Flute You must say 'paragon:' a paramour is,   
God bless us, a thing of naught.  
Enter Snug
Snug Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and  
there is two or three lords and ladies more married.
If our sport had gone forward, we had all been   
made men.  

Flute O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a  
day during his life. He could not have 'scaped  
sixpence a day. An the duke had not given him
sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged;  
he would have deserved it. Sixpence a day in  
Pyramus, or nothing.  
Enter Bottom
Bottom Where are these lads? Where are these hearts?

Quince Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour!

Bottom Masters, I am to discourse wonders. But ask me not  
what, for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I  
will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.

Quince Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Bottom Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that
the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together,  
good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your  
pumps. Meet presently at the palace. Every man look  
o'er his part, for the short and the long is, our  
play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have
clean linen, and let not him that plays the lion  
pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the  
lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions  
nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I  
do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet
comedy. No more words: away! Go, away!  

Act 5

Scene 1

Athens. The palace of Theseus.
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords and Attendants
Hippolyta 'Tis strange my Theseus, that these lovers speak of.  

Theseus More strange than true: I never may believe  
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.  
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,  
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.  
The lunatic, the lover and the poet  
Are of imagination all compact.  
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,  
That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.  
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,  
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven.  
And as imagination bodies forth  
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing  
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Hippolyta But all the story of the night told over,  
And all their minds transfigured so together,  
More witnesseth than fancy's images
And grows to something of great constancy;  
But, howsoever, strange and admirable.  

Theseus Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena
Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love  
Accompany your hearts!

More than to us
Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed!  

Theseus Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have,  
To wear away this long age of three hours  
Between our after-supper and bed-time?  
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand? Is there no play,  
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?  
Call Philostrate.  

Here, mighty Theseus.

Theseus Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?  
What masque? What music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time, if not with some delight?

Philostrate There is a brief how many sports are ripe.  
Make choice of which your highness will see first.  
Giving a paper
Theseus [Reads] "The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung  
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp."
We'll none of that. That have I told my love,  
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.  
"The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,  
Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage."  
That is an old device, and it was played
When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.  
"The thrice three Muses mourning for the death  
Of Learning, late deceased in beggary."  
That is some satire, keen and critical,  
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
"A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus  
And his love Thisby; very tragical mirth."  
Merry and tragical! Tedious and brief!  
That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
How shall we find the concord of this discord?

Philostrate A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,  
Which is as brief as I have known a play.  
But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,  
Which makes it tedious. For in all the play  
There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
And tragical, my noble lord, it is;  
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.  
Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess,  
Made mine eyes water, but more merry tears  
The passion of loud laughter never shed.

Theseus What are they that do play it?

Philostrate Hard-handed men that work in Athens here,  
Which never labored in their minds till now,  
And now have toiled their unbreathed memories  
With this same play, against your nuptial.

Theseus And we will hear it.

No, my noble lord,
It is not for you. I have heard it over  
And it is nothing, nothing in the world,  
Unless you can find sport in their intents,  
Extremely stretched and conned with cruel pain,
To do you service.  

I will hear that play;
For never anything can be amiss,  
When simpleness and duty tender it.
Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
Exit Philostrate
Hippolyta I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged
And duty in his service perishing.  

Theseus Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.

Hippolyta He says they can do nothing in this kind.

Theseus The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.  
Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect  
Takes it in might, not merit.  
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed  
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;  
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,  
Throttle their practised accent in their fears  
And in conclusion dumbly have broke off,  
Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,  
Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty  
I read as much as from the rattling tongue  
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.  
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least speak most, to my capacity.
Enter Philostrate
Philostrate So please your grace, the Prologue is addressed.

Theseus Let him approach.
Flourish of trumpets; enter Quince for the Prologue
Prologue If we offend, it is with our good will.  
That you should think, we come not to offend,  
But with good will. To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.  
Consider then we come but in despite.  
We do not come as minding to contest you,  
Our true intent is. All for your delight  
We are not here. That you should here repent you,
The actors are at hand and by their show  
You shall know all that you are like to know.  

Theseus This fellow doth not stand upon points.

Lysander He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows  
not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not
enough to speak, but to speak true.

Hippolyta Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child  
on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.  

Theseus His speech, was like a tangled chain: nothing  
impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
Enter Pyramus and Thisby, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion
Prologue Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;  
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.  
This man is Pyramus, if you would know;  
This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.  
This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder;  
And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content  
To whisper. At the which let no man wonder.  
This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn,  
Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know,
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn  
To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.  
This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name,  
The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,  
Did scare away, or rather did affright;
And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall,
Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain:
Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast;
And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain
At large discourse, while here they do remain.
Exeunt Prologue, Thisby, Lion, and Moonshine
Theseus I wonder if the lion be to speak.

Demetrius No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when
many asses do.

Wall In this same interlude it doth befall  
That I, one Snout by name, present a wall;
And such a wall, as I would have you think,  
That had in it a crannied hole or chink,  
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,  
Did whisper often very secretly.  
This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show
That I am that same wall; the truth is so:  
And this the cranny is, right and sinister,  
Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.  

Theseus Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?

Demetrius It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard
discourse, my lord.  
Enter Pyramus
Theseus Pyramus draws near the wall. Silence!

Pyramus O grim-looked night! O night with hue so black!  
O night, which ever art when day is not!  
O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,
I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!  
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,  
That stand'st between her father's ground and mine!  
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,  
Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!
Wall holds up his fingers
Thanks, courteous wall. Jove shield thee well for this!  
But what see I? No Thisby do I see.  
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss!  
Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!  

Theseus The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.

Pyramus No, in truth, sir, he should not. "Deceiving me"  
is Thisby's cue. She is to enter now, and I am to  
spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will
fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes.
Enter Thisby
Thisby O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me!  
My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.

Pyramus I see a voice. Now will I to the chink,  
To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby!

Thisby My love thou art, my love I think.

Pyramus Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;  
And, like Limander, am I trusty still.  

Thisby And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.

Pyramus Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

Thisby As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.

Pyramus O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!

Thisby I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.

Pyramus Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?

Thisby 'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay.
Exeunt Pyramus and Thisby
Wall Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;  
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.  
Theseus Now is the mural down between the
two neighbours.

Demetrius No remedy, my lord, when walls are so willful 
to hear without warning.  

Hippolyta This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.

Theseus The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst  
are no worse, if imagination amend them.  

Hippolyta It must be your imagination then, and
not theirs.

Theseus If we imagine no worse of them than they of  
themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here  
come two noble beasts in, a man and
a lion.
Enter Lion and Moonshine
Lion You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear  
The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,  
May now perchance both quake and tremble here,  
When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.  
Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am
A lion-fell, nor else no lion's dam;  
For, if I should as lion come in strife  
Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.  

Theseus A very gentle beast, of a good

Demetrius The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw.

Lysander This lion is a very fox for his valor.

Theseus True, and a goose for his discretion.

Demetrius Not so, my lord, for his valor cannot carry his  
discretion, and the fox carries the goose.

Theseus His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour;  
for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave  
it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon.

Moonshine This lanthorn doth the horned moon present--

Demetrius He should have worn the horns on his head.

Theseus He is no crescent, and his horns are  
invisible within the circumference.  

Moonshine This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;  
Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be.  

Theseus This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man
should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the  
man i' the moon?

Demetrius He dares not come there for the candle; for, you
see, it is already in snuff.

Hippolyta I am aweary of this moon. Would he would change!

Theseus It appears, by his small light of discretion, that  
he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all  
reason, we must stay the time.

Lysander Proceed, Moon.

Moonshine All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the
lanthorn is the moon: I, the man in the moon; this  
thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.

Demetrius Why, all these should be in the lanthorn, for all  
these are in the moon. But silence! Here  
comes Thisby.
Enter Thisby
Thisby This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?

Lion [Roaring] Oh!
Thisby runs off
Demetrius Well roared, Lion.

Theseus Well run, Thisby.

Hippolyta Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
good grace.  
The Lion shakes Thisby's mantle, and exit
Theseus Well moused, Lion.

Lysander And so the lion vanished.

Demetrius And then came Pyramus.
Enter Pyramus
Pyramus Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;  
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,  
I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.  
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What, stain'd with blood!
Approach, ye Furies fell!
O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum;
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!

Theseus This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would  
go near to make a man look sad.  

Hippolyta Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

Pyramus O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?  
Since lion vile hath here deflowered my dear:
Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame  
That lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with cheer.  
Come, tears, confound;
Out, sword, and wound
The pap of Pyramus;
Ay, that left pap,
                       Where heart doth hop: [Stabs himself]
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky:
Tongue, lose thy light,
                    Moon, take thy flight, [Exit Moonshine]
      Now die, die, die, die, die.[Dies]

Demetrius No die, but an ace, for him. For he is but one.

Lysander Less than an ace, man, for he is dead; he is nothing.

Theseus With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and  
prove an ass.  

Hippolyta How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisby comes  
back and finds her lover?

Theseus She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and  
her passion ends the play.  
Enter Thisby
Hippolyta Methinks she should not use a long one for such a  
Pyramus. I hope she will be brief.  

Demetrius A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which
Thisby, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us;  
she for a woman, God bless us.  

Lysander She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Demetrius And thus she means, videlicet--

Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These lily lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword;
             Come, blade, my breast imbrue! [Stabs herself]
And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
      Adieu, adieu, adieu. [Dies]

Theseus Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.

Demetrius Ay, and Wall too.

Bottom [Starting up] No assure you; the wall is down that  
parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the  
epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two  
of our company?  

Theseus No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all  
dead, there needs none to be blamed. Marry, if he  
that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself  
in Thisby's garter, it would have been a fine  
tragedy; and so it is, truly, and very notably
discharged. But come, your Bergomask. Let your  
epilogue alone.  
[A dance]
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.  
Lovers, to bed. 'Tis almost fairy time.  
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn
As much as we this night have overwatched.  
This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled  
The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed.  
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels and new jollity.
Exeunt; enter Puck
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter Oberon and Titania with their train
Through the house give gathering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire:
Every elf and fairy sprite
Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
Sing, and dance it trippingly.

Titania First, rehearse your song by rote  
To each word a warbling note:  
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,  
Will we sing, and bless this place.
Song and dance
Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be;
And the blots of Nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace;
And the owner of it blest
Ever shall in safety rest.
Trip away; make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.
Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and train
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.