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Another part of the wood.
[Enter TITANIA, with her train]
TITANIA
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Come, now | a round|el, and | a fair|y song;
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Then for | the third | part of | a min|ute hence,
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Some to | kill cank/ers in the | musk-rose buds,
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Some war | with re|re-mice,| for their leath|ern
wings,
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To make | my small | elves^coats,| and some |
keep^back
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The clam|orous owl | that night|ly hoots | and
wond||ers
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At our / quaint spir|its: Sing | me now | asleep,
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Then to | your of|fices,| and let | me rest.
FAIRIES (Singing)
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You spot|ted snakes | with doub|le tongue,
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Thorny | hedgehogs,| be not seen,
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Newts and blind worms | do no | wrong,
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Come not | near our | fairy | queen.
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Philo|mel with | melo|dy,
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Sing in | our sweet | lul|laby;
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Lulla,| lulla,| lulla|by,| lulla,| lulla,| lulla|by.
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Never | harm, nor | spell nor | charm,
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Come our | lovely | lady | nigh,
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So good | night with | lulla|by.
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Weaving | spiders | come not | here,
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Hence you | long-legged spin|ners, hence:
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Beetles | black ap|proach not near;
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Worm nor | snail do | no of|fense.
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Philo|mel with | melo|dy,
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Sing in | our sweet | lul|laby;
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Lulla,| lulla,| lulla|by,| lulla,| lulla,|
lulla|by.
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Hence a|way, now | all is | well;
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One aloof, stand | senti|nel.
[Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps. Enter OBERON and squeezes the flower
on TITANIA's eyelids]
OBERON
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What thou | seest when | thou dost | wake,
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Do it | for thy | true-love take:
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Love and | languish | for his | sake.
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Be it | ounce, or | cat, or | bear,
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Pard, or | boar with | bristled | hair,
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In thy | eye that | shall ap|pear
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When thou | wakst,| it is | thy dear:
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Wake when | some vile thing | is near.
[Exit]
[Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA]
LYSANDER
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Fair* love,| you faint | with wande|ring in | the
wood,
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And to / speak troth | I have | forgot | our way:
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We'll rest | us Herm|ia, if | you think | it
good,
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And tar|ry for | the com|fort of | the day.
HERMIA
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Be it so | Lysan|der; find | you out | a bed,
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For I | upon | this bank |will rest | my head.
LYSANDER
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One turf | shall serve | as pil|low for | us
both,
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One heart,| one bed,| two bos|oms, and / one
troth.
HERMIA
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Nay good | Lysan|der, for | my sake | my dear
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Lie further off | yet*, do | not lie | so near.
LYSANDER
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O* take | the sense | sweet, of | my in|nocence,
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Love takes the mean|ing, in / love's
con|ference,
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I mean | that my | heart un|to yours | is knit,
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So that | but one | heart we | can make | of
it.
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Two bos|oms int|erchain|ed with | an oath,
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So then | two bos|oms, and | a sing|le troth.
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Then by | your side,| no bed|room me | deny,
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For ly|ing so,| Hermia,| I do | not lie.
HERMIA
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Lysan|der rid|dles ve|ry pret|tily:
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Now* much | beshrew | my man|ners and | my pride,
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If Herm|ia meant | to say,| Lysan|der lied.
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But gent|le friend,| for love | and court|esy
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Lie furth|er off,| in hum|an mod|esty,
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Such sep|ara|tion, as | may well | be said
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Becomes | a vir|tuous bach|elor, and | a maid,
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So far | be dist|ant, and / good night | sweet*
friend;
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Thy love | nere^alt|er, till | thy sweet |
life^end.
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Amen,| amen,| to that fair prayer,| say I,
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And then end life | when I | end loy|alty:
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Here is | my bed,| sleep give | thee all | his
rest.
HERMIA
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With half | that wish | the wish|er's eyes | be
pressed.
[They sleep. Enter PUCK]
PUCK
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Through the | forest | have I | gone,
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But A|thenian | found I | none,
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On whose^|eyes I | might ap|prove
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This flow|er's force | in stir|ring love.
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Night and | silence:| Who is | here?
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Weeds of | Athens | he doth | wear:
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This is | he (my | master | said)
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Despis|ed the | Athen|ian maid;
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And here | the maid|en sleep|ing sound,
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On the | dank and | dirty | ground.
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Pretty | soul, she | durst not^|lie
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Near*|| this lack-love,| this^kill-|courtesy.
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Churl, u|pon thy | eyes I | throw
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All the | power this | charm doth | owe:
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When thou | wakst, let | love for|bid
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Sleep his | seat on | thy eyelid.
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So a|wake when | I am | gone:
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For || I must | now to | Obe|ron.
[Exit]
[Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running]
HELENA
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Stay, though | thou kill | me, sweet |
Demet|rius.
DEMETRIUS
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I charge | thee hence,| and do | not haunt | me
thus.
HELENA
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O wilt | thou dark|ling leave | me? do | not so.
DEMETRIUS
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Stay^on | thy per|il, I | alone | will go.
[Exit]
HELENA
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O^I | am out | of breath,| in this / fond chase,
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The more | my prayer,| the les|ser is | my grace,
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Happy | is Herm|ia, where|soere | she lies;
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For she | hath bles|sed and | attrac|tive eyes.
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How came | her eyes | so bright?| Not with |
salt^tears.
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If so,| my eyes | are oft|ener washed | than hers.
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No, no, I | am as ug|ly as | a bear;
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For beasts | that meet | me, run | away | for
fear.
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Therefore | no marv|el, though | Demet|rius
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Do as | a monst|er, fly | my pres|ence thus.
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What wick|ed and | dissem|bling glass | of mine,
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Made me | compare | with Herm|ia's spher|y eyne?
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But who | is here?| Lysan|der on | the ground;
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Dead or | asleep?| I see | no blood,| no wound,
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Lysan|der, if | you live,| good sir | awake.
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And run through fire | I will | for thy sweet sake.
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Transpar|ent Hel|ena, Nat|ure her | shows^art,
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That through | thy bos|om makes | me see | thy
heart.
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Where is | Demet|rius? Oh | how fit | a word
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Is that vile name,| to per|ish on | my sword!
HELENA
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Do not | say so | Lysan|der, say | not so:
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What though | he love | your Herm|ia? Lord,| what
though?
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Yet Herm|ia still | loves you;| then be |
content.
LYSANDER
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Content | with Herm|ia? No,| I do | repent
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The ted|ious min|utes I | with her | have spent.
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Not Herm|ia,| but Hel|ena | I love;
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Who will | not change | a rav|en for | a dove?
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The will | of man | is by | his reas|on swayed:
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And reas|on says | you are | the worth|ier maid.
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Things^grow|ing are | not ripe | until | their
seas|on;
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So I | being young,| till now | ripe not to reas|on,
(hex with prev)
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And touch|ing now | the point | of hum|an skill,
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Reason | becomes | the marsh|al to | my will,
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And leads | me to | your eyes,| where I | orelook
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Love's^stor|ies, writ|ten in / love's rich|est
book.
HELENA
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Wherefore | was I | to this / keen mock|ery born?
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When at | your hands | did I | deserve | this
scorn?
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Is it not | enough,| is it not | enough,| young
man,
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That I | did nev|er, no | nor nev|er can,
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Deserve | a sweet | look from | Demet|rius' eye,
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But you | must flout | my in|suffi|ciency?
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Good^troth | you do | me wrong |(good^sooth | you
do)
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In such | disdain|ful man|ner me | to woo.
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But fare | you well:| perforce | I must | confess,
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I thought | you lord | of more true
gent|leness.
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Oh, that | a la|dy of / one man | refused,
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Should of | anoth|er there|fore be | abused.
[Exit]
LYSANDER
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She sees | not Herm|ia: Herm|ia sleep | thou
there,
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And nev|er mayst | thou come | Lysan|der near;
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For as | a sur|feit of | the sweet|est things
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The deep|est loath|ing to | the stom|ach
brings:
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Or as | the her|esies | that men | do leave,
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Are hat|ed most | of those | they did | deceive:
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So thou, my surf|eit, and | my her|esy,
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Of all | be hat|ed; but | the most | of me;
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And all | my powers | address | your love | and might,
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To hon|or Hel|en, and | to be | her knight.
[Exit]
HERMIA
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Help me | Lysan|der, help | me; do | thy best
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To pluck | this crawl|ing ser|pent from | my
breast.
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Aye* me,| for pi|ty; what | a dream | was here?
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Lysand|er look,| how I | do quake | with fear:
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Methought | a ser|pent ate | my heart | away,
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And you | sat* smil|ing at | his cru|el pray.
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Lysand|er, what | removed?| Lysand|er, lord,
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What, out | of hear|ing, gone?| No sound,| no
word?
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Alack | where are | you? Speak | and if | you
hear:
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Speak of all loves;| I swoon | almost | with
fear.
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No, then | I well | perceive | you are | not^nigh,
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Either death | or you | I'll find | immed|iately.
[Exit]