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but, for Alisander, alas, you see, how 'tis;a little Dum. More calf, certain.
o'erparted :-But there are worthies a-coming will Boyet. No; he is beit indu'd in the finall.
speak their mind in Yome other fort.

Biron. This can't be Hector.
Biron. Stand aside, good Pompey.

Dum, He's a god or a painter; for he makes faces.
Enter Holofernes for Juices, and Morb for Hercules. Arm. “ The armipotent Mars, of lances the al-
Hol. “ Great Hercules is presented by this imp, “ Gave Hector a gift,-"

[mighty, “Whose club kill'd Cerberus, that three-headed Dm. A gilt nutmeg.

Biron. A lemon.
“ And, when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp, Long. Stuck with cloves 4.
« Thus did he strangle serpents in his manus : Dun. No, cloven.

(the almiglity, " Quoniam, he seemeth in minority ;

Arm. Peace! “ The armipotent Mars, of lances " Ergo, I come with this apology.--"

“ Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion! [yea, [To Morbe] Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.“ A man so breath'd, that, certain, he would fight, Hol. “ Judas I amn,-"

“ From morn till night, out of his pavilion. Dun. A Judas !

“ I am that flower,--" Hol. Not Iscariot, fir.com

Dum. That mint.
* Judas I am, ycleped Macchabæus."

Lorg. That columbine.
Dim. Judas Macchabæus clipt, is plain Judas. Arm. Sweet lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Biron. A kissing traitor :- How art thou prov'd Long. I must rather give it the rein; for it
Ho!. “ Judas 1 am,-"

[Judas ? runs against Hector.
Dum. The more shame for you, Judas.

Dum. Ay, and Hector's a greyhound.
Hol. What mean you, sir?

A1M. The sweet war-man is dead and rotten;
Bayrt. To make Judas hang himself.

sweet chucks, beat not the bones of the huried :
Hol. Begin, sir ; you are my elder. [elder. when he breath'd, he was a man--But I will for-
Biron. Well followid ; Judas was hang'd on an ward with my device; (To the princess] sweet
Hol. I will not be put out of countenance. royalty, bestow on me the sense of hearing,
Diron. Because thou hast no face.

Prin. Speak, brave Ifector; we are much de-
Hol. What is this?

lighted.
Boyet. A cittern ' head.

Arm. I do adore thy sweet grace's flipper.
Din. The head of a bodkin.

Boyet. Loves her by the foot,
Biron. A death's face in a ring,

[seen. Dum. He may not by the yard.
Long. The face of an old Roman coin, icarte Arm. “This Hector far surmounted Hannibal,"
Boat. The punimel of Cxsar's faulchion. Cof. The party is gone, fellow Hector, the is
Dain. The carv'j-bone face on a fisk 2. gone, he is two months on her way.
Bron St. George's half-cheek in a brooch. Arom. What mean'it thou?
Dr. Ay, and in a brooch of lead.

Coft. Faith, unless you play the honest Troan, Biron. Av, and worn in the cap of a tooth- the poor Wench is call away : 1he's quick ; the drawer :

(tenance. child brags in her belly already ; 'tis yours.
And now, forward; for we have put thee in coun Arin. Dost thou infamonize me among poten-

Hol. You have put me out of countenance. tates? thou shalt die.
Biron. Palse; we have given thee faces.

Cojl. Then shall Hector be whipp d, for Jaquam
Hol. But you have out-fac'd them all.

netta that is quick by him; and hang'd, for Punta
Biron. An thou wert a lion, we would do so. pey that is dead by him.
Boyet. Therefore, as he is, an ass, let him go.

Dum. Most rare Pompey!
And so adieu, sweet Jude ! nay, why dost thou stay? Boyet. Renowned Pompey!
Dum. For the latter end of his name.

Biron. Greater than great, great, great, great
Biror. For the ass to the Jude; give ithim :- Jud- | Pompey! Pompey the huge !
as, away.

Dum. Hector trembles.
Hol. This is not generous, not gentle, not hum Biron. Pompey is mov'd :-More Ates, more
Boyet. A light for monsieur Judas; it grows dark, Ates 5; stir them on, stir them on!
he may stumble.

Dum. Hector will challenge him.
Prin. Alas, poor Macchabæus, how he hath Biren. Ay, if he have no more man's blood in's
been baited!

belly than will sup a flea. Enter Armadı, for Heftor.

Arm. By the north pole, I do challenge thee. Biron. Hide thy head, Achilles; here comes Enjt. I will not fight with a pole, like a northHector in arms.

ern man: I'll Nash ; I'll do't by the sword :-)
Dum. Though my mocks come home by me, I pray you, let me borrow my arms again.
will now be merry.

Dim. Room for the incensed worthies.
King. Hector was but a Trojan 3 in respect of this. Colt. I'll do it in my thirt.
Boyet. But is this Hector?

Dum. Most resolute Pompey!
Dum. I think, Hector was not so clean timber'd.) Moth. Master,let me take you a buttan-hole lower,
Lorig. His leg is too big for Hector.

Do you not see, Pompey is uncaring for the combat ? I A cittern was a musical instrument of the harp kind. 2 That is, a soldier's powder-horn, 3 A Trojan, in the time of Shakspeare, was a cant term for a thief. 4 An orange fuck with cloves appears to have been a cominon new-year's gift. Ate was the heathen goddess who incited bloodMed. Meaning the weapons and arnour which he wore in the character of Pompey,

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What mean you ? you will lose your reputation. All wanton as a child, skipping, and vain ;

diri. Gentlemen, and soldiers, pardon me; I Form’d by the eye, and, therefore, like the eye, will not combat in my shirt.

Full of straying thapes, of habits, and of forms, Duw. You may not deny it; Pompey hath made Varying in subjects as the eye doth roil the challenge.

To every varied object in his glance :
Armi. Sweet bloods, I both may and will. Which party-coated presence of loose love,
Biron. What reason have you for't?

Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes, Arm. The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt; Have mitbecom'd our oaths and gravicies, go woolward " for penance.

Those heavenly eyes, that look into these faults, Boyet. True, and it was enjoin'd him in Rome Suggested 3 us to make : Therefore, ladies, for want of linen: fince when, l'll be sworn, he Our love being yours, the error that love makes wore none, but a dith-clout of Jaquenetta's; and is likewise yours : we to ourselves, prove falle, that a' wears next his heart for a favour.

By being oncs false for ever to be true.
Enter Mercade.

To those that make us both, fair ladies, you; Mer. God save you, madam!

And even that fallhood, in itself a fun, Prin. Welcome, Mercade;

Thus purifies itself, and turns to grace. But that thou interrupt'it our merriment.

Prir. We have receiv'd your letters, full of love; Mer. I am sorry, madam; for the news I bring, Your favours, the embassadors of love ; Is heavy in my tongue. The king your fatherAnd, in our maiden council, rated them Prin. Dead, for my life.

At courtihip, pleafant jest, and courtely, Mer. Even so: my tale is told.

As bombast 4 and as lining to the time : Biron.Worthies, away; the scene begins to cloud. But more devout than this, in our respects,

strm. For mine own part, I breathe free breath: Have we not been; and therefore met your loves I have seen the days of wrong through the little In their own fathion, like a merriment. [than jett. hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a Dum. Our letters, madam, shew'd much more foldier.

[Exeunt Wortbies. Long. So did our looks. King. How fares your majesty?

Rof. We did not quote them so. Prid. Boyet, prepare ; I will away to-night. King. Now, at the latest minute of the hour, King. Madam, not so; I do beteech you, Itay. Grant us your loves.

Prin. Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords, Prim. A time, methinks, too short For all your fair endeavours; and entreat,

To make a world-without-end bargaiu in : Out of a new-fad soul, that you vouchsafe No, no, my lord, your grace is perjur'd much, In your rich wisdom, to excuse, or hide, Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore, this, The liberal 2 opposition of our spirits :

If for my love (as there is no such cause) Loer-boldly we have borne ourselves

You will do anght, this Maall you do for me : In the converse of breath, your gentleness Your oath I will not truft: but go with ipeed Was guilty of it.-Farewell, worthy lord !

To fome forlorn and naked hermitage,
A heavy heart bears not an humble tongue : Remote from all the pleatures of the world;
Excuse me ío, coming fo fhort of thanks There Itay, until the twelve celestial signs
For my great suit so easily obtain'd.

Have brought about their annual reckoning:
King. Theextreme parts of time extremely forms If this austere infociable life
All causes to the purpote of his speed;

Change not your offer made in heat of blood; And often, at his very loose, decides

If froits, and falts, hard lodging, and thin weeds, Tiat wiich long process could not arbitrate : Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love; Ard though the inourning brow of progeny

But that it bear this trial, and last love ; Forbid the smiling courtely of love

Then, at the expiration of the year,
The holy suit which fain it would convince ; Come challenge, challenge me by these deserts,
Yet, Ince love's argument was fist on foot, And, by this virgin-palm, now killing thine,
Let not the cloud of sorrow justle ic

I will be thine : and till that inftant, that
From what it purpos d ; fince, to wail friends lost, My woeful self up in a mourning-house;
Is not by much fo wholesome, profitable, Raining the tears of lamentation,
As to rejoice at friends but newly found. For the remembrance of my father's death.

Prin. I understand you not, my griefs are double. If this thou do deny, let our hands part ;

Biron. Honest plain words belt pierce the ear of Neither intitled in the other's heart. And by these badges understand the king. [grief ; King. If this, or more than this, I would deny, For your fair fakes have we neglected time,

To flatter s up these powers of mine with rest, Play'd foul play with our oaths; your beauty, ladies, The sudden hand of death close up mine eye! Hath much deforin'd us, fashioning our humours Hence ever then my heart is in thy breast. Even to the opposed end of our intents :

Biron. And what to me, my love . and what to me? And what in us hath seem'd ridiculous,

Rol. You nuit be purged too, your fins are rank; As love is full of unbefitting strains ;

You are attaint with fault and perjury : 1 To go woolward was a phrase appropriated to pilgrims and penitentiaries, and means, that he was cloathed in ivool, and not in linen. 2 Liberal here fignifes, as has been remarked in other places, free to excesso 3 That is, tempted us. 4 Bombaji was a stuff of loose texture ufed formerly to Twell the garinent, and thence used to lignify bulk, or thew without lolidity. That is, io footh,

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Biron. That's too long for a play. A twelve-month that you spend, and never rest;

Enter Armado. But seek the weary beds of people fick.

Arm. Su'eet majetty, vouchtafe me, Dum. But what to me, my love ? but what to Prin. Was not chat Hector?

(netty; Dum. That worthy knight of Troy. Karb. A wife! a beard, fair health, and ho Am. I will kiss thy royal fruger, and take With three-fold love I wish you all these three. lexe : I am a votary; I have vow'd to Jaquenetta

Dum. O, shall I lay; I thank you, gentle wife ? to hold the plough for her sweet love three year.

Kuih. Not so, my lord;--a twelve-month andaday But, moft etteemed greatness, will you hear the doI'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say : alugue that tiie two learned men have compiled, Come when the king doth to my lady come, in praise of the ow and the cuckow ? it thould Then, if I have much love, I'll give you some. have follow'd in the end of our show.

Dun. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. King. Call them forth quickly, we will do so.
Karb. Yet swear not, left you be for worn again. Arm. Holla! approach.--
Long. What says Maria?

Enter all, for ibe fong.
Mar. At the twelve-month's end,

This side is Hieins; winter.

[owl, I'll change my black gown fora faithful friend. This Ver, the spring; the one maintain’d by the

Long. I'll stay with patience; but the time is long. The other by the cuckow.
Mar. The liker you ; few taller are so young. Ver, begin.
Biron. Studies my lady! miftrets, look on me,

S 0 N G.
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
What humble suit attends thy answer there ;

S P R 1 N G.
Impose some service on me for thy love.

Hver daizies pied, and vieles blue; Rof. Oft have I heard of you, my lord Biron,

sind lady-mocks all floer-tbili, Before I saw you, and the world's large tongue

einil cuckow-buds of villow bue, Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks;

Do päine the meadows with delights Full of comparisons, and wounding fouts ;

Tbu ciekow ben, on every brel, Which you on all estates will execute,

Mocks illarry'd men, forebus fings big
That lie within the mercy of your wit :

Cuckow;
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain ; Cuckorv, cuckow, 0 word of fear,
And therewithal, to win me, if you pleate,

Uniplesyjing to a married car. (Without the which I am not to be won)

W ben hepberds

, pipe or oaten straws, You Mall this twelve-month term from day to day

And merry larks are

plowmen's cloiks, Visit the speechless fick, and still converse

W bin turtlestread, and rooks, and duwi, With groaning wretches; and your task thall be,

And maidens bicarb their summer joukso With all the fierce ! endeavour of your wit,

The cuckow tben, on every till, To enforce the pained impotent to imile. (death?

Morks married men, for thus fongs beg Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of

Cuckow; It cannot be ; it is impofiible :

Cuckow, cuckow,—0) word of fear, Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

Unpleefing to a married car! Rol. Why, that's the way to choak a gibing spirit,

W Whole influence is begot of that loose grace,

I N T E R. Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools :

I'ben iciclos bang by abe woll, A jeft's prosperity lies in the ear

And Dick the fiepherd blows his mail, Of him that hears it, never in the tongue

Anil Tom bears log's into the ball, Of him that makes it : then, it fickly ears,

Ind milk comes frozen bome in pail, Deaf'd with the clamours of their own dear? groans, Il ben blood is nipi, and ways be fornis Will hear your idie fcorns, continue then,

Tben nightly fing: Ebe ftarinig owl, And I will have you, and that fault withal ;

To-who; But, if they will not, throw away that fpirit,

T2-vhit, 19-who, a merry nale, And I shall find you empty of that fault,

Il bile greasy Joan doth kecl the pai 3. Right joyful of your reformation.

Wben all aloud ibe wind dorb blotv, Biron. A twelve-month? well, befal what will

sind coughing dre runs the parson's fuw4, befal,

And birds lie brooding in the now, I'll jest a twelve-month in an hospital.

Ind Marian's nase looks red and raw, Prin. Ay, sweet my lord; and so I take my

When roajied crabs hiss in tbe bor!, leave.

[To the King. King. No, madam ; we will bring you on your

Then nightly.lings the faring owi,

To-who; way.

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Tu-whit, 19-cuba, a merry note, Biron. Our wooing doth not end like an old

Wbile grensy Joan doh keel the poi. Jack háth not Jill: these ladies' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy. Arm. The words of Mercury are barth after the

King. Come, fir, it wants a twelve-month and a songs of Apollo. You, that way; we, this way. And then 'twill end.

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

THESEUS, Duke of Arbens.

HELENA, in love with Demetrius,
EGEUS, Furber to llermia.

Ariendants.
LYSANDER, in love wirb Hermia.
DENET RIVS, in love with Hermia.
PALLOS TRATE, Master of ebe Sports to Theseus.

Oberon, King of the Fairies.
QUINCE, the Carpenter.

TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies.

Puck, or Robin-600DFELLOW, a Fairy. Suc, ebe Joiner.

PEASEBLOSSOM,
BOTTOM, ibe Weaver.
FLUTE, the Bellows-mender.

COBWEB,

Fairies.

MOTH, Sšowt, ebe Tinker.

MUSTARD-SEED, STARVELING, Ebe Taylor.

Pyramus, HIPPOLITA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed

Tbilbe,

Characters in the Intere, to Threjeus.

Wail,

inde, porformed by tbc Hermia, Daugbter 10 Egeus, in love with Ly Moonshine,

Clowns. jander.

Lyon,
Orber Fairies attending their King and Queen : Attendants on Theseus and Hippolita.

SCE N E, Athens, and a Wood not far from it.

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Hippolita, I wou'd thee with my favord,

And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
Tbe Palace of Thef-us in Athens.

But I will wed thee in another key,
EntrTheeus, Hippolita, Philofirate, with Artendants. With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.
Tbe. OW', fair Hippolica, our nuptial hour Enter Egeus, Hernia, Lyjarder, and Demetrius.

Draws on apace; four happy days Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! bring in

The. Thanks, good Egeus : What's the news Another moon : but, oh, methinks, how fow

with thee? This old moon wanes! The lingers my desires, Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Long withering out a young man’s revenue. Stand forth, Demetrius; My noble lord, Hip. Four days will quickly. Iteep themselves This man hath my consent to marry her : in nights ;

Stand forth, Lysander ;---and, my gracious duke, Four nights will quickly dream away the time ; This man hath witch'd the botom of my child : And then the moon, like to a silver bow Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhimes, New bent in heaven, shall behold the night And interchang'd love-tokens with my child : Of our folemnuties.

Thou hast by moon-light at her window fung, The. Go, Philoftrate,

With feigning voice, veries of feigning love : Stir up the Atheoian youth to merriments; And stol'n the impression of her fantaly Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; With bracelets of thy nair, rings, gawds', conceits, Tuiti melancholy forth to funerals,

Knacks, trifles, nosegays, Iweet-meats, meisengers The pale companion is not for our pomp. Of Itrong prevailment in unharden'd youth :

[Exit Phi. With cunning halt thou filch'd my daughter's heart ;

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Turn d her obedience, which is due to me, written Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love;
To stubborn hardhness : And, my gracious duke, And what is mine, my love shall render him:
Be it so the will not here, before your grace And she is mine ; and all my right of her
Consent to marry with Demetrius,

I do estate unto Demetrius.
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens ;

Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, As the is mine, I may dispose of her :

As well poflets d ; my love is more than his ; Which shall be either to this gentleman,

My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, Or to her death ; according to our law,

If not with vantage, as Demetrius' ;
Immediately provided in that case. (maid : And, which is more than all these boasts can be,

Tbe. What lay you, Hermia ? be advis d, fair I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia:
To you your father should be as a god; Why Thould not I then profecute my right:
One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one Demetrius, 1'11 avouch it to his bead,
To whom you are but as a form in wax,

Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
By him imprinted, and within his power And won her soul; and The, iweet lady, dotes,
To leave the figure, or distigure it.

Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Demetrius is a worthy gentlenian.

Upon this spotted and ineonítunt man, Her. So is Lyfander.

Tbe. I mult confess, that I have heard so mach, Tbe. In himself he is :

And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; But, in this kind, wanting your facher's voice, Bui, being over-full of self-affairs, The orher must be held the worthier.

My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come ; Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes. And come, Egeus ; you Thall go with me, The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment I have some private schooling for you both.-look.

For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourtel
Her. I do intreat your grace to pardon me. To fit your fancies to your faiher's will;
I know not by what power I am made boid; Oi elle the law of Athens yields you up
Nor how it may concern my modely,

(Which by no means we may extenuate) 11 such a presence here, to plead my thoughts : To death, or to a vow of nogle life.-But I beseech your grace, that I may know Come, my lippolita; What cheer, my love iThe worit that may betaal me in this case, Demetrius, and Egens, go along : If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

I nult employ you in lone butiness
The. Either to die the death, or to abjure Against our nuptial; and confer with you
For ever the fociety of nien.

Of fomething, nearly that concerns yourselves. Therefore, fair Hermız, question your desires, ege. With duty, and defire, we follow you. know of your youth', examine weil your blood

(Exeunt Tbef. Hip. bireus, Dem. and :rait. Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, Lyf. How now, my love? Why is your check You can endure the livery of a nua;

fo pale? For aye to be in thady cloister mew'd,

How chance the roses there do fade fof.lft? [well To live a barren fister all your life,

Hir. Belike, for want of rain; which I could Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Beteem ? them from the tempeit of mine eyes. Thrice blefled they, that malter fo their blood, Lyt. Ah me! for aught that I could ever read, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :

Could ever hear by tale or history, But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d,

The coure of true love never did run smouth. Than that, which, withering on the virgin-thorn, But, either it was different in blood ; Grows, lives, and dies, in single blolledness. Ha. O crois! too high to be enthrall'd to low !

Ther. So will I grow, to live, lo die, my lord, Lx, Or elle misgrasled, in respeci of years ; Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

Her. O ipight ! too old to be engag'd to young! Unto his lurdship, to whole unwith’d voke lur. Or elle it stood upon the choice of friends : My soul confents not to give lovereignty.

lier. O hell! to chufe love by another's eye! The. Take time to paule ; and by the next nex 1.4:. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, moon,

Wai, death, or fickness, did lay tiege to se in (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Making it momentany as a found, For everlattıng bond of fellowship)

Switi as a Madow, short as any dream; l'pon that day cither prepare to die,

Brief as the lightning in the colly'd 3 night, For disobedience to your father's will;

That, in a spleen 4, unfolds both heaven and earth, Or elle to wed Demetrius, as he would ;

And ere a man hath power to layp-Behold! Or en Diana's altar to protett,

The jaws of darkneis do devour it up :

1 For aye, austerity and fingle life.

[yield so quick bright things come to confusion. Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ;--And, Lylander, ljer. If then true lovers have been ever cross d, Thy crazed title to my certain right.

It stands as an edict in destiny :
Lyf. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Then let us teach our tryal patience,
Let ine have Hermia's : do you marry him. Because it is a customary crols;

1 i. c. consider your youth. 2 jne. give them. 3 . c. black. 4 Meaning, in a fadden kaybı.

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