SCENE I. The Wood.
[Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM; PEASBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, MUSTARDSEED, and other FAIRIES
attending; OBERON behind, unseen.]
Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,
While I thy amiable cheeks do
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my
Scratch my head, Peasblossom.--
Where's Monsieur Cobweb?
Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get you your weapons in your hand and kill me
a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the
honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have
a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag,
signior.-- Where's Monsieur Mustardseed?
Give me your neif, Monsieur Mustardseed.
Pray you, leave your curtsy, good
What's your will?
Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the
barber's, monsieur; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a
tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me I must scratch.
What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?
I have a reasonable good ear in music; let us have the
tongs and the
Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.
Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have
a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
The squirrel's hoard, and fetch
thee new nuts.
I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none
of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.
Fairies, be gone, and be all
So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
Gently entwist,--the female ivy
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
[OBERON advances. Enter PUCK.]
Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin
For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet favours for this
I did upbraid her and fall out with her:
For she his hairy temples then
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew, which
sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within
the pretty flow'rets' eyes,
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had,
at my pleasure, taunted her,
And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience,
I then did ask
of her her changeling child;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To bear him
to my bower in fairy-land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection
of her eyes.
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this
That he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again
And think no more of this night's accidents
But as the fierce vexation of a
But first I will release the fairy queen.
Be as thou wast wont to
[Touching her eyes with an herb.]
See as thou was wont to see.
Dian's bud o'er
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet
My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an
There lies your love.
How came these things to pass?
O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage
Silence awhile.--Robin, take off this head.
Titania, music call; and strike
Than common sleep, of all these five, the sense.
Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep.
Now when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep.
Sound, music. [Still music.] Come, my queen, take hands with me,
the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity,
to-morrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to
all fair prosperity:
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus,
all in jollity.
Fairy king, attend and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.
Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after night's shade.
globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.
Come, my lord; and in our flight,
Tell me how it came this
That I sleeping here was found
With these mortals on the ground.
[Exeunt. Horns sound within.]
[Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and Train.]
Go, one of you, find out the forester;--
For now our observation is
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my
Uncouple in the western valley; go:--
Despatch, I say, and find the
[Exit an ATTENDANT.]
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
hounds and echo in conjunction.
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
Such gallant chiding; for, besides the
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, so sanded; and their
heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd and dew-lap'd
like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in
Sparta, nor in Thessaly.
Judge when you hear.--But, soft, what nymphs are these?
My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;
And this Lysander; this Demetrius
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena:
I wonder of their being here together.
No doubt they rose up early to observe
The rite of May; and, hearing our
Came here in grace of our solemnity.--
But speak, Egeus; is not this the
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
It is, my lord.
Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
[Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER,HERMIA, and HELENA awake and start
Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past;
Begin these wood-birds but to couple
Pardon, my lord.
[He and the rest kneel to THESEUS.]
I pray you all, stand up.
I know you two are rival enemies;
How comes this
gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy
To sleep by hate, and
fear no enmity?
My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Half 'sleep, half waking; but as yet, I
I cannot truly say how I came here:
But, as I think,--for truly would I
And now I do bethink me, so it is,--
I came with Hermia hither: our intent
to be gone from Athens, where we might be,
Without the peril of the Athenian law.
Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough;
I beg the law, the law upon his
They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated you
You of your wife, and me of my consent,--
Of my consent that she should be your
My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Of this their purpose
hither to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them,
Fair Helena in fancy following
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,--
But by some power it is,--my love to
Melted as the snow--seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gawd
my childhood I did dote upon:
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and
the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betroth'd ere I saw
But, like a sickness, did I loathe this food;
But, as in health, come to my
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to
Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we more will hear
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
For in the temple, by and by with us,
couples shall eternally be knit.
And, for the morning now is something worn,
purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.--
Away with us to Athens, three and three,
hold a feast in great solemnity.--
[Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and Train.]
These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains
turned into clouds.
Methinks I see these things with parted eye,
When every thing seems
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel.
Mine own, and not
It seems to me
That yet we sleep, we dream.--Do not you think
was here, and bid us follow him?
Yea, and my father.
And he did bid us follow to the temple.
Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him;
And by the way let us recount
[As they go out, BOTTOM awakes.]
When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is 'Most fair
Pyramus.'--Heigh-ho!--Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker!
Starveling! God's my life, stol'n hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare
vision. I have had a dream--past the wit of man to say what dream it was.--Man is but an
ass if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there is no man can tell what.
Methought I was, and methought I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to
say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen;
man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my
dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called
Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play,
before the duke: peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death.