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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A59309	The fairy-queen an opera : represented at the Queen's-Theatre by Their Majesties servants.; Fairy queen. Libretto	Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695.; Settle, Elkanah, 1648-1724.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. Midsummer night's dream.	1692 (1692)	Wing S2681; ESTC R22092	28,822	64

thee very nigh Farewel Lovers I am gone I must now to Oberon Exit ACT III. Enter Helena Hel. I Am out of breath with following him so fast O happy Hermia wheresoe'er she is How her attractive Eyes still draw him on How came her Eyes so bright not with salt tears If so my eyes are oftner wash'd than hers Ha! who lies here Lysander on the Ground I hope he is not dead Lysander speak Ly. wakes Ly. Ha Helen fairest of all Womankind More lovely than the Grecian Beauty was Who drew so many Kings to wed her Cause Ah false Demetrius when e'er we meet This Sword shall punish thy Ingratitude Hel. O say not so Lysander though he loves Your Mistress kill him not pray be content Be satisfy'd your Hermia loves you still Ly. Content with Hermia no I now repent Each tedious minute I have spent with her 'T is Helena not Hermia I love Who wou'd not change a Raven for a Dove No growing things are ripe before their Season Time and Experience only ripens Reason When I saw Hermia first I was unripe Raw green and unacquainted with the World But time and you have taught me better Skill For now my Reason over-rules my Will I find new Charms when on your Eyes I look And read Love's Stories in Love's fairest Book Hel. What spightful Planet reign'd when I was born What have I done deserves this Mockery But fare you well I thought you better natur'd Must I because I am by one refus'd Be by the rest of all Mankind abus'd Exit Ly. She sees not Hermia Sleep sleep for ever Never come nearer to Lysander more For as a Surfeit of the sweetest things Creates a greater loathing in the Stomach Thou art my Surfeit and I hate thee most O may I never never see thee more Helen the Goddess I must now adore Ex. Ly. Her Help me Lysander quickly help me here Her wakes To pluck this crawling Serpent from my Breast Oh all ye Powers what a Dream had I Methought a Serpent eat my Heart away And yet sat smiling at his cruel Prey Lysander what remov'd where are you speak No sound no word O I shall die with fear Who are these coming hither Let me fly My Fears will vanish if Lysander's nigh Ex. Her Enter Bottom Quince Snug Flute Snout and Starveling Bot. Are we all met Qu. All all and drest in the same Habits we intend to act in before the Duke and here 's a marvellous convenient place for our Rehearsal this Plat shall be our Stage behind these Trees our retiring Room and we will do it in action as we will do it before the whole Court Enter Robin-Good-Fellow Ro. What home-spun Fellows have we swagg'ring here So near the Grotto of the Fairy-Queen Qu. Now every Man retire and enter according to his Cue Prologue stand ready you begin Ro. What a Play toward I 'll be an Auditor An Actor too perhaps as I see cause Enter Prologue Pro. If we offend it is with our good Will That you should think we come not to offend But with good will to shew our simple Skill That is the true beginning of our end Consider then we come but in despight 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 hand and by their show You shall know all that you are like to know Bo. He has rid his Prologue like a rough Colt he knows no stop 'T is not enough to speak but to speak true Enter Wall Wall In this same Interlude it doth befal That I Starveling by name present a Wall And such a Wall as I would have you think That had in it a crannied hole or chink Through which the Lovers Pyramus and Thisbe 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 Ro. Who wou'd desire Lime and Hair to speak better 'T is the wittiest Partition I ever saw Enter Pyramus Py. O grim-look'd Night a Night with hue so black O night which ever art when day is not Oh night oh night alack alack alack I fear my Thisbe's Promise is forgot And thou oh Wall thou sweet and lovely Wall That stands between her Father's Ground and mine Shew me thy Chink to blink through with my eyn Thanks courteous Wall Jove shield thee well for this But what see I no Thisbe do I see O wicked Wall through whom I see no Bliss Curst be thy Stones for thus deceiving me Ro. Methinks the Wall being sensible shou'd curse again Bo. No but he shou'd not Deceiving me is Thisbe's Cue Therefore hold your prating there Enter Thisbe Th. O Wall full often hast thou heard my Moans For parting my fair Pyramus and me Py. I hear a Voice now will I to the Chink To spy if I can see my Thisbe's Face Thisbe Th. My Love thou art my Love I think Py. Think what thou wilt I am thy Lover's Grace And like Limander am I trusty still Th. And I like Helen till the Fates me kill Py. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true Th. As Shafalus to Procrus I to you Py. O kiss me through the Hole of this vile Wall Th. I kiss the Wall 's Hole not thy Lips at all Py. Wilt thou at Ninny's Tomb meet me straightway Th. Tide Life tide Death I come without delay Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe several ways Wall Thus have I Wall my part discharged so And being done thus Wall away does go Ex. Wall Enter Lion and Moonshine Lyon You Ladies you whose gentle Hearts do fear The smallest monstrous Mouse that creeps on Floor May now perchance both quake and tremble here When Lion rough in wildest Rage doth roar Then know that I one Snug the Joyner am No Lion fell nor else no Lion's Dam. For if I shou'd as Lion come in strife Into this place 't were pity of my Life Ro. Upon my word a very gentle Beast Moon This Lanthorn does the horned Moon present My self the Man i' th' Moon do seem to be Ro. Make an end good Moon-shine Moon All I have to say is to tell you that the Lanthorn is the Moon I the Man in the Moon this Thorn-bush my Thorn-bush and this Dog my Dog Enter Thisbe Th. This is old Ninny's Tomb where is my Love Lion Oa Oa Oa Exit Thisbe running the Lion after her Ro. Well roar'd Lion and well run Thisbe too Enter Pyramus Py. Sweet Moon I thank thee for thy Sunny Beams I thank thee Moon for shining now so bright For by thy Gracious Golden Glittering Streams I trust to taste of truest Thisbe's sight But stay O spight But mark poor Knight What dreadful dole is here Eyes do not see How can it be O dainty Duck O dear Thy Mantle slain what stain'd with