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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11989	A midsommer nights dreame As it hath beene sundry times publickely acted, by the Right honourable, the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by William Shakespeare.	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1600 (1600)	STC 22302; ESTC S111178	34,108	64

enammeld skinne Weed wide enough to wrappe a Fairy in And with the iuyce of this I le streake her eyes And make her full of hatefull phantasies Take thou some of it and seeke through this groue A sweete Athenian Lady is in loue With a disdainefull youth annoint his eyes But doe it when the next thing he espies May be the Ladie Thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on Effect it with some care that he may prooue More fond on her then she vpon her loue And looke thou meete me ere the first Cocke crowe Pu. Feare not my Lord your seruant shall do so Exeunt Enter Tytania Queene of Fairies with her traine Quee. Come now a Roundell and a Fairy song Then for the third part of a minute hence Some to kill cankers in the musk rose buds Some warre with Reremise for their lethren wings To make my small Elues coates and some keepe backe The clamorous Owle that nightly hootes and wonders At our queint spirits Sing me now a sleepe Then to your offices and let mee rest Fairies sing You spotted Snakes with double tongue Thorny Hedge hogges be not seene Newts and blinde wormes do no wrong Come not neere our Fairy Queene Philomele with melody Sing in our sweete Lullaby Lulla lulla lullaby lulla lulla lullaby Neuer harme nor spell nor charme Come our louely lady nigh So good night with lullaby 1. Fai. Weauing Spiders come not heere Hence you long legd Spinners hence Beetles blacke approach not neere Worme nor snaile doe no offence Philomele with melody c. 2. Fai. Hence away now all is well One aloofe stand Centinell Enter Oberon Ob. What thou seest when thou doest wake Doe it for thy true loue take Loue and languish for his sake Be it Ounce or Catte or Beare Pard or Boare with bristled haire In thy eye that shall appeare When thou wak'st it is thy deare Wake when some vile thing is neere Enter Lysander and Hermia Lys. Faire loue you fainte with wandring in the wood And to speake troth I haue forgot our way Wee le rest vs Hermia if you thinke it good And tatty for the comfor of the day Her Bet it so Lysander finde you out a bedde For I vpon this banke will rest my head Lys. One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both One heart one bedde two bosomes and one troth Her Nay god Lysander for my sake my deere Ly further off yet doe not lye so neere Lys. O take the sense sweete of my innocence Loue takes the meaning in loues conference I mean that my heart vnto yours it knit So that but one heart wee can make of it Two bosomes interchained with an oath So then two bosomes and a single troth Then by your side no bed-roome me deny For lying so Hermia I doe not lye Her Lysander riddles very prettily Now much be shrewe my manners and my pride If Hermia meant to say Lysander lyed But gentle friend for loue and curtesie Ly further off in humane modesty Such separation as may well be said Becomes a vertuous batcheler and a maide So farre be distant and good night sweete friend Thy loue nere alter till thy sweete life end Lys. Amen amen to that faire prayer say I And then end life when I end loyalty Heere is my bed sleepe giue thee all his rest Her With halfe that wish the wishers eyes be prest Enter Pucke Puck Through the forrest haue I gone But Athenian found I none On whose eyes I might approue This flowers force in stirring loue Night and silence Who is heere Weedes of Athens he doth weare This is hee my master saide Despised the Athenian maide And here the maiden sleeping sound On the danke and dirty ground Pretty sowle she durst not lye Neere this lack-loue this kil-curtesie Churle vpon thy eyes I throwe All the power this charme doth owe When thou wak'st let loue forbidde Sleepe his seat on thy eye lidde So awake when I am gon For I must now to Oberon Exit Enter Demetrius and Helena running Hel. Stay though thou kill mee sweete Demetrius De. I charge thee hence and doe not haunt mee thus Hele. O wilt thou darkling leaue me doe not so De. Stay on thy perill I alone will goe Hel. O I am out of breath in this fond chase The more my prayer the lesser is my grace Happie is Hermia wheresoere she lies For she hath blessed and attractiue eyes How came her eyes so bright Not with salt teares If so my eyes are oftner washt then hers No no I am as vgly as a Beare For beastes that meete mee runne away for feare Therefore no maruaile though Demetrius Doe as a monster fly my presence thus What wicked and dissembling glasse of mine Made me compare with Hermias sphery eyen But who is here Lysander on the ground Dead or a sleepe I see no blood no wound Lysander if you liue good sir awake Lys. And runne through fire I will for thy sweete sake Transparent Helena nature shewes arte That through thy bosome makes me see thy heart Where is Demetrius Oh how fit a word Is that vile name to perish on my sworde Hel. Do not say so Lysander say not so What though he loue your Hermia Lord what though Yet Hermia still loues you then be content Lys. Content with Hermia No I doe repent The tedious minutes I with her haue spent Not Hermia but Helena I loue VVho will not change a Rauen for a doue The will of man is by his reason swai'd And reason saies you are the worthier maide Things growing are not ripe vntill their season So I being young till now ripe not to reason And touching now the point of humane skill Reason becomes the Marshall to my will And leads mee to your eyes where I orelooke Loues stories written in loues richest booke Hel. Wherefore was I to this keene mockery borne When at your hands did I deserue this scorne I st not enough i st not enough young man That I did neuer no nor neuer can Deserue a sweete looke from Demetrius eye But you must flout my insufficiency Good troth you doe mee wrong good sooth you doe In such disdainfull manner mee to wooe But fare you well perforce I must confesse I thought you Lord of more true gentlenesse O that a Ladie of one man refus'd Should of another therefore be abus'd Exit Lys. She sees not Hermia Hermia sleepe thou there And neuer maist thou come Lysander neere For as a surfet of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomacke bringes Or as the heresies that men doe leaue Are hated most of those they did deceiue So thou my surfet and my heresie Of all bee hated but the most of mee And all my powers addresse your loue and might To honour Helen and to be her knight Exit Her Helpe mee Lysander helpe mee do thy best To pluck this crawling serpent from my brest Ay mee for pittie What a dreame