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.
PUCK. The King doth keep his revels here to-night;
Take heed the Queen come not within his sight;
For Oberon 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 Oberon 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
Call'd Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he
That frights the
maidens of the villagery,
Skim milk, and
sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the
breathlesshousewife churn,
And
sometime make the drink to bear no barm,
Mislead night-
wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.
Are not you he?
PUCK. Thou speakest aright:
I am that merry
wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, 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 Oberon.
FAIRY. And here my
mistress. Would that he were gone!
Enter OBERON at one door, with his TRAIN, and TITANIA,
at another, with hers
OBERON. Ill met by
moonlight, proud Titania.
TITANIA. What,
jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence;
I have forsworn his bed and company.
OBERON. Tarry, rash
wanton; am not I thy lord?
TITANIA. 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 buskin'd
mistress and your
warrior love,
To Theseus must be
wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity?
OBERON. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
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?
TITANIA. 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 disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in
revenge, have suck'd 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 stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The
ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd 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.
OBERON. Do you amend it, then; it lies in you.
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy
To be my henchman.
TITANIA. Set your heart at rest;
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a vot'ress of my order;
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking th' embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laugh'd 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.
OBERON. How long within this wood intend you stay?
TITANIA. Perchance till after Theseus' 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.
OBERON. Give me that boy and I will go with thee.
TITANIA. Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away.
We shall chide
downright if I longer stay.
Exit TITANIA with her train
OBERON. Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from this grove
Till I
torment thee for this injury.
My gentle Puck, 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.
PUCK. I remember.
OBERON. That very time I saw, but thou
couldst not,
Flying between the cold moon and the earth
Cupid, all arm'd; a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal, throned by the west,
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should
pierce a hundred thousand hearts;
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the
chaste beams of the wat'ry moon;
And the
imperial vot'ress passed on,
In
maidenmeditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark'd 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.
PUCK. I'll put a
girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes. Exit PUCK
OBERON. Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania 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 DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him
DEMETRIUS. I love thee not,
thereforepursue me not.
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
Thou told'st me they were stol'n unto this wood,
And here am I, and wood within this wood,
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
HELENA. 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.
DEMETRIUS. 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?
HELENA. And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
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,