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- $Unique_ID{SSP00257}
- $Title{A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act IV, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00250.txt}
-
- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
-
- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
-
- A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
-
-
- ACT IV
- ................................................................................
-
-
- SCENE I: 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 10
- 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. 20
-
- 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. 30
-
- 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. 40
- 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, 50
- 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; 60
- 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. 70
- 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 enamour'd of an ass.
-
- OBERON: There lies your love.
-
- TITANIA: How came these things to pass? 80
- 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, 90
- And will to-morrow 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.
-
- PUCK: Fairy king, attend, and mark:
- I do hear the morning lark.
-
- OBERON: Then, my queen, in silence sad,
- Trip we after the night's shade:
- We the globe can compass soon, 100
- Swifter than the wandering moon.
-
- TITANIA: 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 perform'd;
- 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: 110
- 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 bay'd 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 120
- So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
-
- THESEUS: My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
- So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
- With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
- Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
- Slow in pursuit, but match'd 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? 130
-
- 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 our solemnity.
- But speak, Egeus; is not this the day
- That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
-
- EGEUS: It is, my lord. 140
-
- 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.
-
- THESEUS: 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, 150
- 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, 160
- 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 follow'd 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 170
- 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 betroth'd 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: 180
- 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, 190
- HERMIA: Methinks I see these things with parted eye,
- When every thing seems double.
-
- HELENA: So methinks:
- And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
- Mine own, and not mine own.
-
- DEMETRIUS: 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.
-
- HELENA: And Hippolyta.
-
- LYSANDER: And he did bid us follow to the temple.
-
- DEMETRIUS: Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him 200
- And by the way let us recount our dreams.
-
- [Exeunt.]
-
- 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 210
- 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 220
- sing it at her death.
-
- [Exit.]
-