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- Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew’d thee once: The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. I’ll watch Titania when she is asleep, And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.
- I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
- You do impeach your modesty too much, With the rich worth of your virginity.
- You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; I am your spaniel; and Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
- I’ll run from thee and hide in the brakes,
- Run when you will, the story shall be changed: / Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
- Your virtue is my privilege: for that
- A sweet Athenian lady is in love With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; But do it when the next he espies May be the lady: thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on.
- Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
- Ay, there it is.
- Elsewhere in the woods...
- Be it so, Lysander: find you a out a bed; For I upon this bank will rest my head.
- Night and silence. - Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe.
- But who is here? Lysander! on the ground! Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
- That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Content with Hermia? No; I do repent
- Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
- What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,
- O monstrous! O strange!
- *Sings*
- to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days;
- What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? / I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
- Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
- Elsewhere...
- Stand close: this is the same Athenian.
- This is the woman, but not this the man.
- What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love’s sight
- Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
- Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
- Oh Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!
- Oh spite! Oh hell! I see you are all bent To set against me for your merriment.
- Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
- What love could press Lysander from my side?
- But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes
- Little again! Nothing but low and little!
- Because she is something lower than myself,
- This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest,
- Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
- Later...
- Elsewhere in the woods...
- My Oberon! what visions I have seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass.
- And now I have the boy, I will undo Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.
- 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
- There lies your love. Silence awhile. Robin, take off his head.
- Later...
- Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these?
- My daughter here asleep; And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is; This Helena, old Nedar’s Helena:
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