Athens and a wood near it
ACT I. SCENE I.
Athens. The palace of
Enter , , , and ATTENDANTS
. Now, fair , 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 step-dame or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man’s revenue.
. 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, ,
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
, 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 , and his daughter , ,
. Happy be , our renowned Duke!
. Thanks, good ; what’s the news with thee?
. Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter .
Stand forth, . My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, . And, my gracious Duke,
This man hath bewitched the bosom of my child.
Thou, thou, , thou hast given 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 ,
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.
. What say you, ? 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.
is a worthy gentleman.
. So is .
. In himself he is;
But, in this kind, wanting your father’s voice,
The other must be held the worthier.
. I would my father looked but with my eyes.
. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
. 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 .
. Either to die the death, or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair , 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 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.
. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.
. Take time to pause; and by the next 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 , as he would,
Or on Diana’s altar to protest
For aye austerity and single life.
. Relent, sweet ; and, , yield
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
. You have her father’s love, ;
Let me have ‘s; do you marry him.
. Scornful , 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 .
. 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 ‘;
And, which is more than all these boasts can be,
I am beloved of beauteous .
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
, I’ll avouch it to his head,
Made love to Nedar’s daughter, ,
And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
. I must confess that I have heard so much,
And with thought to have spoke thereof;
But, being over-full of self-affairs,
My mind did lose it. But, , come;
And come, ; you shall go with me;
I have some private schooling for you both.
For you, fair , 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 ; what cheer, my love?
, and , go along;
I must employ you in some business
Against our nuptial, and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
. With duty and desire we follow you.
Exeunt all but and
. How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
. Belike for want of rain, which I could well
Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
. 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-
. O cross! too high to be enthralled to low.
. Or else misgraffed in respect of years-
. O spite! too old to be engaged to young.
. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends-
. O hell! to choose love by another’s eyes.
. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it,
Making it momentary 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.
. If then true lovers have 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.
. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, .
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 , 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 to-morrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with
To do observance to a morn of May,
There will I stay for thee.
. My good !
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,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
. Keep promise, love. Look, here comes .
. God speed fair ! Whither away?
. Call you me fair? That fair again unsay.
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 favour so,
Yours would I catch, fair , 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, being bated,
The rest Ied give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of ‘ heart!
. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
. O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!
. I give him curses, yet he gives me love.
. O that my prayers could such affection move!
. The more I hate, the more he follows me.
. The more I love, the more he hateth me.
. His folly, , is no fault of mine.
. None, but your beauty; would that fault were mine!
. Take comfort: he no more shall see my face;
and myself will fly this place.
Before the time I did 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!
. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
A time that lovers’ flights doth still conceal,
Through Athens’ gates have we devised to steal.
. 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 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 !
Keep word, ; we must starve our sight
From lovers’ food till morrow deep midnight.
. I will, my . [Exit ] , adieu;
As you on him, dote on you. Exit
. How happy some o’er other some can be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? thinks not so;
He will not know what all but he do know.
And as he errs, doting on ‘s eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding 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 judgment 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 everywhere;
For ere looked on ‘s eyne,
He hailed down oaths that he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from felt,
So he dissolved, and show’rs of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair ‘s flight;
Then to the wood will he to-morrow 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. Exit
Athens. ‘S house
Enter , , , ,
. Is all our company here?
. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according
to the scrip.
. 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.
. First, good Peter , say what the play treats on; then
read the names of the actors; and so grow to a point.
. Marry, our play is ‘The most Lamentable Comedy and most
Cruel Death of and .’
. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry. Now,
good Peter , call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters,
. Answer, as I call you. Nick , the weaver.
. Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.
. You, Nick , are set down for .
. What is ? A lover, or a tyrant?
. A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love.
. 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 humour 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.
. Francis , the bellows-mender.
. Here, Peter .
. , you must take on you.
. What is ? A wand’ring knight?
. It is the lady that must love.
. Nay, faith, let not me play a woman; I have a beard coming.
. That’s all one; you shall play it in a mask, and you may
speak as small as you will.
. An I may hide my face, let me play too.
I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice: ‘Thisne, Thisne!’
[Then speaking small] ‘Ah , my lover dear! Thy
dear, and lady dear!’
. No, no, you must play ; and, , you .
. Well, proceed.
. , the tailor.
. Here, Peter .
. , you must play ‘s er.
Tom , the tinker.
. Here, Peter .
. You, ‘ father; myself, ‘s father; , the
joiner, you, the lion’s part. And, I hope, here is a play fitted.
. Have you the lion’s part written? Pray you, if it be, give it
me, for I am slow of study.
. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.
. 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.’
. 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 er’s son.
. I grant you, friends, if 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.
. You can play no part but ; for 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
. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play
. Why, what you will.
. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour beard, your
orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your
French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.
. 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.
. We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and
courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.
. At the Duke’s oak we meet.
. Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings. Exeunt
ACT II. SCENE I.
A wood near Athens
Enter a FAIRY at One door, and at another
. How now, spirit! whither wander you?
FAIRY. Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
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 favours,
In those freckles live their savours.
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 her elves come here anon.
. The King doth keep his revels here to-night;
Take heed the Queen come not within his sight;
For 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 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 . 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 ,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.
Are not you he?
. Thou speakest aright:
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to , 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 .
FAIRY. And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!
Enter at one door, with his TRAIN, and ,
at another, with hers
. Ill met by moonlight, proud .
. What, jealous ! Fairies, skip hence;
I have forsworn his bed and company.
. Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord?
. 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 must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity?
. How canst thou thus, for shame, ,
Glance at my credit with ,
Knowing I know thy love to ?
Didst not thou lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigouna, whom he ravished?
And make him with fair Aegles break his faith,
With Ariadne and Antiopa?
. 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,
Hath 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.
. Do you amend it, then; it lies in you.
Why should cross her ?
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 er was a vot’ress 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 th’ 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.
. How long within this wood intend you stay?
. Perchance till after ‘ 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.
. Give me that boy and I will go with thee.
. Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away.
We shall chide downright if I longer stay.
Exit with her train
. Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from this grove
Till I torment thee for this injury.
My gentle , come hither. Thou rememb’rest
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.
. 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 wat’ry moon;
And the imperial vot’ress 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 flow’r, the herb I showed thee once.
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids 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.
. I’ll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes. Exit
. Having once this juice,
I’ll watch 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 , following him
. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is and fair ?
The one I’ll slay, the other slayeth me.
Thou told’st me they were stolen unto this wood,
And here am I, and wood within this wood,
Because I cannot meet my .
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
. 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.
. 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?
. And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, ,
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?
. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick when I do look on thee.
. And I am sick when I look not on you.
. 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.
. 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?
. I’ll run from thee and hide me in the brakes,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
. 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 valour flies.
. 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.
. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do me mischief. Fie, !
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex.
We cannot fight for love as men may do;
We should be wooed, and were not made to woo.
I’ll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well. Exit
. Fare thee well, nymph; ere he do leave this grove,
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.
. 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 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.
. Fear not, my lord; your servant shall do so. Exeunt
Another part of the wood
Enter , with her train
. 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
FIRST 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.
CHORUS. Philomel with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby.
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Nor spell nor charm
Come our lovely lady nigh.
So good night, with lullaby.
SECOND 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, etc. [ Sleeps]
FIRST FAIRY. Hence away; now all is well.
One aloof stand sentinel. Exeunt FAIRIES
Enter and squeezes the flower on ‘S eyelids
. 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 wak’st, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near. Exit
. Fair love, you faint with wand’ring in the wood;
And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way;
We’ll rest us, , if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
. Be it so, : find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
. Nay, good ; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet; do not lie so near.
. 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, , I do not lie.
. riddles very prettily.
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
If meant to say 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!
. 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!
. With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be pressed!
. 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 wak’st let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to . Exit
Enter and , running
. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet .
. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so.
. Stay on thy peril; I alone will go. Exit
. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is , 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
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with ‘s sphery eyne?
But who is here? ! on the ground!
Dead, or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
, if you live, good sir, awake.
. [Waking] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent ! Nature shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is ? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
. Do not say so, ; say not so.
What though he love your ? Lord, what though?
Yet still loves you; then be content.
. Content with ! No: I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not but 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.
. 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 ‘ 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! Exit
. She sees not . , sleep thou there;
And never mayst thou come near!
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And, all my powers, address your love and might
To honour Helen, and to be her knight! Exit
. [Starting] Help me, , help me; do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast.
Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here!
, look how I do quake with fear.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.
! What, removed? ! lord!
What, out of hearing gone? No sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? Speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? Then I well perceive you are not nigh.
Either death or you I’ll find immediately. Exit
ACT III. SCENE I.
The wood. lying asleep
Enter , , , , ,
. Are we all met?
. Pat, pat; and here’s a marvellous 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.
. Peter !
. What sayest thou, bully ?
. There are things in this comedy of and that
will never please. First, must draw a sword to kill
himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?
. By’r lakin, a parlous fear.
. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is
. Not a whit; I have a device to make all well. Write me a
; and let the seem to say we will do no harm
with our swords, and that is not killed indeed; and for
the more better assurance, tell them that I am not
but the weaver. This will put them out of fear.
. Well, we will have such a ; and it shall be written
in eight and six.
. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?
. I fear it, I promise you.
. Masters, you ought to consider with yourself 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.
. Therefore another must tell he is not a lion.
. 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 the joiner.
. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things- that
is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for, you know,
and meet by moonlight.
. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?
. A calendar, a calendar! Look in the almanack; find out
moonshine, find out moonshine.
. Yes, it doth shine that night.
. Why, then may you leave a casement of the great chamber
window, where we play, open; and the moon may shine in at the
. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a
lantern, 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 and , says the story, did
talk through the chink of a wall.
. You can never bring in a wall. What say you, ?
. 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 and whisper.
. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every
er’s son, and rehearse your parts. , you begin; when
you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and so every
one according to his cue.
. What hempen homespuns have we swagg’ring 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.
. Speak, . , stand forth.
. , the flowers of odious savours sweet-
. ‘Odious’- odorous!
. -odours savours sweet;
So hath thy breath, my dearest dear.
But hark, a voice! Stay thou but here awhile,
And by and by I will to thee appear. Exit
. A stranger than e’er played here! Exit
. Must I speak now?
. Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes but to
see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.
. Most radiant , 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 would never tire,
I’ll meet thee, , at Ninny’s tomb.
. eninus’ tomb,’ man! Why, you must not speak that yet; that
you answer to . You speak all your part at once, cues, and
all. enter: your cue is past; it is enever tire.’
. O- As true as truest horse, that y et would never tire.
Re-enter , and with an ass’s head
. If I were fair, , I were only thine.
. O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted. Pray, masters! fly,
Exeunt all but and
. 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.
. Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to make me
. O , thou art changed! What do I see on thee?
. What do you see? You see an ass-head of your own, do you?
. Bless thee, , bless thee! Thou art translated.
. 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 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.
. What angel wakes me from my flow’ry bed?
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo grey,
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 he, though he cry ‘cuckoo’ never so?
. 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.
. 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
. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
. Not so, neither; but if I had wit enough to get out of this
wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
. 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.
! ! ! and !
Enter , , , and
. And I.
. And I.
. And I.
ALL. Where shall we go?
. 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.
. Hail, mortal!
. I cry your worships mercy, heartily; I beseech your
. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master
. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your
name, honest gentleman?
. I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your er, and
to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master , I shall
desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you,
. Good Master , 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 hath made my eyes water
ere now. I desire you of more acquaintance, good Master
. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon, methinks, looks with a wat’ry eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower;
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love’s tongue, bring him silently. Exeunt
Another part of the wood
. I wonder if be awaked;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity.
Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit!
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
. 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 ‘ nuptial day.
The shallowest thickskin of that barren sort,
Who presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and ent’red in a brake;
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass’s nole I fixed on his head.
Anon his 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 translated there;
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
waked, and straightway loved an ass.
. 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?
. 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.
. Stand close; this is the same Athenian.
. This is the woman, but not this the man.
. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse,
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain 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 ? 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 th’ Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murd’red him;
So should a murderer look- so dead, so grim.
. 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.
. What’s this to my ? Where is he?
Ah, good , wilt thou give him me?
. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
. Out, dog! out, cur! Thou driv’st me past the bounds
Of maiden’s patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never numb’red 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.
. You spend your passion on a misprised mood:
I am not guilty of ‘s blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
. An if I could, what should I get therefore?
. 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. Exit
. 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]
. 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.
. Then fate o’er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And 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.
. I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow. Exit
. 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 wak’st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
. Captain of our fairy band,
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 to awake.
. Then will two at once woo one.
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me
That befall prepost’rously.
. 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?
. You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are ‘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.
. I hod no judgment when to her I swore.
. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o’er.
. loves her, and he loves not you.
. [Awaking] O Helen, 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!
. 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 ;
And now both rivals, to mock .
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.
. You are unkind, ; be not so;
For you love . This you know I know;
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In ‘s love I yield you up my part;
And yours of to me bequeath,
Whom I do love and will do till my death.
. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
. , keep thy ; 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.
. 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.
. 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, , found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
. Why should he stay whom love doth press to go?
. What love could press from my side?
. ‘s love, that would not let him bide-
Fair , who more engilds the night
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek’st thou me? Could not this make thee know
The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so?
. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
. 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 ! 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, , 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 grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stern;
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.
. I am amazed at your passionate words;
I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me.
. Have you not set , as in scorn,
To follow me and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, ,
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
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection,
But by your setting on, by your consent?
What though 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.
. I understand not what you mean by this.
. 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.
. Stay, gentle ; hear my excuse;
My love, my life, my soul, fair !
. O excellent!
. Sweet, do not scorn her so.
. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
. 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.
. I say I love thee more than he can do.
. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
. Quick, come.
. , whereto tends all this?
. Away, you Ethiope!
. No, no, he will
Seem to break loose- take on as you would follow,
But yet come not. You are a tame man; go!
. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr; vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.
. Why are you grown so rude? What change is this,
. Thy love! Out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed med’cine! O hated potion, hence!
. Do you not jest?
. Yes, sooth; and so do you.
. , I will keep my word with thee.
. I would I had your bond; for I perceive
A weak bond holds you; I’ll not trust your word.
. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I’ll not harm her so.
. What! Can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love?
Am not I ? Are not you ?
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 .
. O me! you juggler! you cankerblossom!
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!
. ‘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.
. 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.
. Good , do not be so bitter with me.
I evermore did love you, ,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wronged you;
Save that, in love unto ,
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.
. Why, get you gone! Who is’t that hinders you?
. A foolish heart that I leave here behind.
. What! with ?
. With .
. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, .
. No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.
. O, when she is angry, she is keen and shrewd;
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And, though she be but little, she is fierce.
. ‘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 hind’ring knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.
. You are too officious
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone; speak not of ;
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 dar’st, to try whose right,
Of thine or mine, is most in .
. Follow! Nay, I’ll go with thee, cheek by jowl.
. 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. Exit
. I am amazed, and know not what to say. Exit
. This is thy negligence. Still thou mistak’st,
Or else committ’st thy knaveries wilfully.
. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Did not you tell me I should know the man
By the Athenian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise
That I have enointed an Athenian’s eyes;
And so far am I glad it so did sort,
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
. Thou seest these lovers seek a place to fight.
Hie therefore, , 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 sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou like ;
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 ‘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.
. 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, wand’ring here and there,
Troop home to churchyards. Damned spirits all
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone,
For fear lest day should look their shames upon;
They wilfully themselves exiled from light,
And must for aye consort with black-browed night.
. 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. Exit
. 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.
. Where art thou, proud ? Speak thou now.
. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou?
. I will be with thee straight.
. Follow me, then,
To plainer ground. Exit as following the voice
. , speak again.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?
. 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?
. Follow my voice; we’ll try no manhood here. Exeunt
. 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 , and revenge this spite. [Sleeps]
. Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why com’st thou not?
. Abide me, if thou dar’st; for well I wot
Thou run’st before me, shifting every place,
And dar’st not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou now?
. Come hither; I am here.
. 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]
. O weary night, O long and tedious night,
Abate thy hours! 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. [Sleeps]
. Yet but three? Come one more;
Two of both kinds makes up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad.
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
. 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 , if they mean a fray!
[Lies down and sleeps]
. On the ground
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
[Squeezing the juice on ‘S eyes]
When thou wak’st,
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 IV. SCENE I.
The wood. , , , and
, lying asleep
Enter and ; , ,
, , and other FAIRIES attending;
. Come, sit thee down upon this flow’ry 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.
. Where’s ?
. Scratch my head, .
Where’s Mounsieur ?
. Mounsieur ; 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
. Give me your neaf, Mounsieur . Pray you, leave
your curtsy, good mounsieur.
. What’s your will?
. Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery to
scratch. I must to the barber’s, mounsieur; 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.
. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?
. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let’s have the tongs
and the bones.
. Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.
. 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.
. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
The squirrel’s hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
. 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.
. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.
Fairies, be gone, 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]
. [Advancing] Welcome, good . Seest thou this sweet
Her dotage now I do begin to pity;
For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her and fall out with her.
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With 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 begged 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 , 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.
[Touching her eyes]
Be as thou wast wont to be;
See as thou was wont to see.
Dian’s bud o’er Cupid’s flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my ; wake you, my sweet queen.
. My ! What visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamoured of an ass.
. There lies your love.
. How came these things to pass?
O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
. Silence awhile. , take off this head.
, music call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
. Music, ho, music, such as charmeth sleep!
. Now when thou wak’st with thine own fool’s eyes peep.
. 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 to-morrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke ‘ house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair prosperity.
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with , an in jollity.
. Fairy King, attend and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.
. Then, my Queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after night’s shade.
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand’ring 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
To the winding of horns, enter , ,
, and train
. 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.
. 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
Seemed all one mutual cry. I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
. 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-kneeed and dew-lapped like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly.
Judge when you hear. But, soft, what nymphs are these?
. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep,
And this , this is,
This , old Nedar’s .
I wonder of their being here together.
. 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, ; is not this the day
That should give answer of her choice?
. It is, my lord.
. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
[Horns and shout within. The sleepers
awake and kneel to ]
Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past;
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
. 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?
. 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 I do bethink me, so it is-
I came with hither. Our intent
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might,
Without the peril of the Athenian law-
. Enough, enough, my Lord; you have enough;
I beg the law, the law upon his head.
They would have stolen away, they would, ,
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.
. 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 in fancy following me.
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power-
But by some power it is- my love to ,
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 . To her, my lord,
Was I betrothed ere I saw .
But, like a 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.
. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met;
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
, 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.
Exeunt , , , and train
. These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
. Methinks I see these things with parted eye,
When every thing seems double.
. So methinks;
And I have found 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?
. Yea, and my father.
. And .
. And he did bid us follow to the temple.
. Why, then, we are awake; let’s follow him;
And by the way let us recount our dreams. Exeunt
. [Awaking] When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My
next is ‘Most fair .’ Heigh-ho! Peter ! , the
bellows-mender! , the tinker! ! 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 to write a ballad of this dream. It shall
be called ”s Dream,’ because it hath no ; 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. Exit
Athens. ‘S house
Enter , , , and
. Have you sent to ‘s house? Is he come home yet?
. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is transported.
. If he come not, then the play is marred; it goes not
forward, doth it?
. It is not possible. You have not a man in all Athens able
to discharge but he.
. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in
. Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for
a sweet voice.
. You must say ‘paragon.’ A paramour is- God bless us!- A
thing of naught.
. 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.
. O sweet bully ! 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 , I’ll
be hanged. He would have deserved it: sixpence a day in ,
. Where are these lads? Where are these hearts?
. ! O most courageous day! O most happy hour!
. Masters, I am to discourse wonders; but ask me not what;
for if I tell you, I am not true Athenian. I will tell you
everything, right as it fell out.
. Let us hear, sweet .
. 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 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! Exeunt
ACT V. SCENE I.
Athens. The palace of
Enter , , , LORDS,
. ‘Tis strange, my , that these lovers speak of.
. 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 a 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?
. 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.
Enter , , , and
. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
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!
. 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?
. Here, mighty .
. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening?
What masque? what music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time, if not with some delight?
. There is a brief how many sports are ripe;
Make choice of which your Highness will see first.
[Giving a paper]
. ‘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
And his love ; 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?
. 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 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.
. What are they that do play it?
. Hard-handed men that work in Athens here,
Which never laboured in their minds till now;
And now have toiled their unbreathed memories
With this same play against your nuptial.
. 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.
. I love not to see wretchedness o’er-charged,
And duty in his service perishing.
. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.
. He says they can do nothing in this kind.
. 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.
. SO please your Grace, the is addressed.
. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets]
Enter as the
. 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 content you,
Our true intent is. All for your delight
We are not here. That you should here repent you,
The actors are at band; and, by their show,
You shall know all, that you are like to know,
. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
. He hath rid his like a rough colt; he knows not
the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not enough to speak, but
to speak true.
. Indeed he hath played on this like a child on a
recorder- a sound, but not in government.
. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing im paired,
but all disordered. Who is next?
Enter, with a trumpet before them, as in dumb show,
and , WALL, MOONSHINE, and LION
. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
This man is , if you would know;
This beauteous lady is certain.
This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder;
And through Walls 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 , 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 , sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty ‘s mantle slain;
Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast;
And , 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 , , ,
LION, and MOONSHINE
. I wonder if the lion be to speak.
. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do.
WALL. In this same interlude it doth befall
That I, one 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, and ,
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.
. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?
. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard
discourse, my lord.
. draws near the wall; silence.
. 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 ‘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 what see I? No do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss,
Cursed he thy stones for thus deceiving me!
. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving me is ‘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.
. O wall, full often hast thou beard my moans,
For parting my fair and me!
My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
. I see a voice; now will I to the chink,
To spy an I can hear my ‘s face.
. My love! thou art my love, I think.
. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover’s grace;
And like Limander am I trusty still.
. And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.
. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
. O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
. I kiss the wall’s hole, not your lips at all.
. Wilt thou at Ninny’s tomb meet me straightway?
. Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.
WALL. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. Exit WALL
. Now is the moon used between the two neighbours.
. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear
. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are
no worse, if imagination amend them.
. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
. 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 as 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.
. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e’er I saw.
. This lion is a very fox for his valour.
. True; and a goose for his discretion.
. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his
discretion, and the fox carries the goose.
. 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-
. He should have worn the horns on his head.
. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the
MOONSHINE. This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;
Myself the Man i’ th’ Moon do seem to be.
. This is the greatest error of all the rest; the man should
be put into the lantern. How is it else the man i’ th’ moon?
. He dares not come there for the candle; for, you see, it
is already in snuff.
. I am aweary of this moon. Would he would change!
. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is
in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay
. Proceed, Moon.
MOON. All that I have to say is to tell you that the lanthorn is
the moon; I, the Man i’ th’ Moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush;
and this dog, my dog.
. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for all these
are in the moon. But silence; here comes .
. This is old Ninny’s tomb. Where is my love?
LION. [Roaring] O- [ runs off]
. Well roared, Lion.
. Well run, .
. Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good
grace. [The LION tears ‘S Mantle, and exit]
. Well moused, Lion.
. And then came .
. And so the lion vanished.
. 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 sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it he?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What! stained with blood?
Approach, ye Furies fell.
O Fates! come, come;
Cut thread and thrum;
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell.
. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go
near to make a man look sad.
. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
. 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 ;
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]
. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
. With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover and yet
prove an ass.
. How chance Moonshine is gone before comes back
and finds her lover?
. She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and her
passion ends the play.
. Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
; I hope she will be brief.
. A mote will turn the balance, which , which
, is the better- he for a man, God warrant us: She for a
woman, God bless us!
. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
. And thus she moans, videlicet:-
. Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O , 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;
Adieu, adieu, adieu. [Dies]
. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
. Ay, and Wall too.
. [Starting up] No, I 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?
. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse.
Never excuse; for when the players are all dead there need none
to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it had played , and
hanged himself in ‘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 with a broom
. 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 hallowed house.
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter and , with all their train
. Through the house give glimmering 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.
. 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.
[ leading, the FAIRIES sing 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 all but
. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumb’red 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 ,
If we have unearned luck
Now to scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And shall restore amends. Exit