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diff --git a/12842-0.txt b/12842-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..abe36b6 --- /dev/null +++ b/12842-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,904 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12842 *** + +A FAIRY TALE IN TWO ACTS, TAKEN FROM SHAKESPEARE. + +As it is Performed at the THEATRE-ROYAL In DRURY-LANE, LONDON + +Printed for J. and R. Tonson. + +MDCCLXIII. + + + + + + + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE. + +MEN. + +Quince, a Carpenter, Mr. Love. +Bottom, the Weaver, Mr. Baddely. +Snug, the Joiner, Mr. Clough. +Flute, the Bellows-mender, Mr. Castle. +Snout, the Tinker, Mr. Ackman. +Starveling, the Taylor, Mr. Parsons. + + +FAIRIES. + +Oberon, King of the Fairies, Miss Rogers. +Titania, Queen of the Fairies, Miss Ford. +Puck, Master Cape. +First Fairy, Miss Wright. +Second Fairy, Master Raworth. + +Other Fairies attending the King and Queen. + +SCENE, Athens, and a Wood not far from it. + + + + +A FAIRY TALE. + +ACT I. SCENE I. + +SCENE a Room in Quince's House. + + +Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snowt, and Starveling. + +QUINCE. + +Is all our company here? + +Bot. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to +the scrip. + +Quin. Here is the scrowl of every man's name, which is thought +fit through all Athens to play in our interlude before the Duke and +Dutchess, on his wedding day at night. + +Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then +read the names of the actors; and so grow on to a point. + +Quin. Marry, our play is the most lamentable comedy, and most cruel +death of Pyramus and Thisby. + +Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry. Now, good +Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scrowl. Masters, spread +yourselves. + +Quin. Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom the weaver! + +Bot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and proceed. + +Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. + +Bot. What is Pyramus, a lover, or a tyrant? + +Quin. A lover that kills himself most gallantly for love. + +Bot. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it: If I +do it let the audience look to their eyes; I will move storms; I will +condole in some measure. To the rest; yet, my chief humour is for a +tyrant; I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in. "To +make all split the raging rocks and shivering shocks shall break the +locks of prison-gates, and Phibbus carr shall shine from far, and make +and mar the foolish fates!" This was lofty. Now name the rest of +the players. This is Ercles vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is more +condoling. + +Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. + +Flu. Here, Peter Quince. + +Quin. Flute, you must take Thisby on you. + +Flu. What is Thisby, a wand'ring knight? + +Quin. It is the Lady that Pyramus must love. + +Flu. Nay, faith, let not me play a woman, I have a beard coming. + +Quin. That's all one, you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak +small as you will. + +Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too; I'll speak in a +monstrous little voice; Thisne, Thisne, ah Pyramus my lover dear, thy +Thisby dear, and lady dear. + +Quin. No, no, you must play Pyramus; and Flute, you Thisby. + +Bot. Well, proceed. + +Quin. Robin Starveling, the Taylor. + +Star. Here, Peter Quince. + +Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother: + +Tom Snowt, the tinker. + +Snowt. Here, Peter Quince. + +Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's father; Snug the +joiner, you the Lion's part; I hope there is a play fitted. + +Snug. Have you the Lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give it +me, for I am slow of study. + +Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring. + +Bot. Let me play the Lion too, I will roar, that I will do any man's +heart good to hear me. I will roar, that I will make the Duke say, let +him roar again, let him roar again! + +Quin. If you should do it too terribly, you would fright the +Dutchess and the Ladies, that they would shriek, and that were enough +to hang us all. + +All. That would hang us every mother's son. + +Bot. I grant you, friends, if you should fright the Ladies out of +their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us; but +I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any +sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale. + +Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus, for Pyramus is a sweet fac'd +man, a proper man as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely +gentleman-like man: therefore you must needs play Pyramus. + +Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it +in? + +Quin. Why what you will. + +Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour'd beard, +your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your +French-crown-colour'd beard, your perfect yellow. + +Quin. Some of your French-crowns have no hair at all, and then you +will play bare-fac'd. But, masters here are your parts, and I am to +intreat you, request you, and desire you to con them by to-morrow +night; and meet me in the palace-wood, a mile without the town, by +moonlight, there we will rehearse; for if we meet in the city, we +shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time +I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you +fail me not. + +Bot. We will meet, and there we may rehearse more obscenely and +courageously. Take pains, be perfect, adieu. + +Quin. At the Duke's oak we meet. + +Bot. But hold ye, hold ye, neighbours; are your voices in order, and +your tunes ready? For if we miss our musical pitch, we shall be all +'sham'd and abandon'd. + +Quin. Ay, ay! Nothing goes down so well as a little of your sol, +fa, and long quaver; therefore let us be in our airs--and for better +assurance I have got the pitch pipe. + +Bot. Stand round, stand round! We'll rehearse our eplog--Clear up +your pipes, and every man in his turn take up his stanza-verse--Are +you all ready? + +All. Ay, ay!--Sound the pitch-pipe, Peter Quince. + +[Quince blows. + +Bot. Now make your reverency and begin. + +SONG--for Epilogue; + +By Quince, Bottom, Snug, Flute, Starveling, Snout. + +Quin. Most noble Duke, to us be kind; + Be you and all your courtiers blind, + That you may not our errors find, + But smile upon our sport. + For we are simple actors all, + Some fat, some lean, some short, some tall; + Our pride is great, our merit small; + Will that, pray, do at court? + +II. + +Starv. O would the Duke and Dutchess smile, + The court would do the same awhile, + But call us after, low and vile, + And that way make their sport: + Nay, would you still more pastime make, + And at poor we your purses shake, + Whate'er you give, we'll gladly take, + For that will do at court. + +Bot. Well said, my boys, my hearts! Sing but like nightingales thus +when you come to your misrepresentation, and we are made for ever, you +rogues! so! steal a way now to your homes without inspection; meet me +at the Duke's oak--by moon light--mum's the word. + +All. Mum! + +[Exeunt all stealing out. + + + + +SCENE, a Wood. + + +Enter a Fairy at one Door, and Puck, or Robin-good-fellow, at +another. + +Puck. How now, Spirit! whither wander you? + +1st Fai. Over hill, over dale, +Through bush, through brier, +Over park, over pale, +Through flood, through fire, +I do wander every where, +Swifter than the moon's sphere; +And I serve the Fairy Queen, +To dew her orbs upon the green: +I must go seek some dew-drops here, +And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. + +AIR. + + Kingcup, daffodil and rose, + Shall the fairy wreath compose; + Beauty, sweetness, and delight, + Crown our revels of the night: + Lightly trip it o'er the green + Where the Fairy ring is seen; + So no step of earthly tread, + Shall of end our Lady's head. + + Virtue sometimes droops her wing, + Beauties bee, may lose her sting; + Fairy land can both combine, + Roses with the eglantine: + Lightly be your measures seen, + Deftly footed o'er the green; + Nor a spectre's baleful head + Peep at our nocturnal tread. + +Farewel 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 they do square, that all their Elves for fear +Creep into acorn-cups, and hide them there. + +1st Fai. But why is Oberon so fell and wrath? + +Puck. Because that she, as her attendant hath +A lovely boy stol'n from an Indian King; +And she perforce with-holds the changling, +Tho' jealous Oberon wou'd have the child +Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild. + +1st Fai. Or I mistake your shape and making quite, +Or else you are that shrewd and knavish Sprite +Call'd Robin-good-fellow. + +Puck. Thou speak'st aright; +I am that merry wand'rer of the night: +I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, +Oft lurk in gossip's bowl, and her beguile +In very likeness of a roasted crab; +And when she drinks, against her lips I bob, +And on her wither'd 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 rails or cries, and falls into a cough, +And then the whole choir hold their hips and loffe. + +AIR. + +1st Fai. Yes, yes, I know you, you are he + That frighten all the villagree; + Skim milk, and labour in the quern, + And bootless make the huswife churn; + Or make the drink to bear no barm, + Laughing at their loss and harm, + But call you Robin, and sweet Puck, + You do their work, and bring good luck. + + Yes, you are that unlucky Sprite! + Like Will-a-whisp, a wandring light, + Through ditch, thro' bog, who lead astray + Benighted swains, who lose their way; + You pinch the slattern black and blue, + You silver drop in huswife's shoe; + For call you Robin and sweet Puck, + You do their work, and bring good luck. + +Puck. But make room, Fairy, here comes Oberon. + +1st Fai. And here my mistress: Would that he were gone! + +Enter Oberon King of Fairies at one door, with his train, and the +Queen at another with hers. + +Ob. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania! + +Queen. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence, +I have forsworn his bed and Company. + +Ob. Tarry, rash wanton! Am not I thy Lord? + +Queen. Then I must be thy Lady: 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. + +Ob. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, +Glance at my credit with Hippolita, +Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? +Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night +From Perigune, whom he ravished, +And make him, with fair Egle, break his faith +With Ariadne and Antiopa? + +Queen. These are the forgeries of jealousy: +And never since that middle summer's spring +Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, +To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, +But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. +The spring, the summer, +The chiding autumn, angry winter, change +Their wonted liveries; and the amazed world +By their increase now knows not which is which; +And this same progeny of evil comes +From our debate, from our dissention, +We are their parents and original. + +Ob. Do you amend it then, it lies in you. +Why should Titania cross her Oberon? +I do but beg a little changling boy +To be my henchman. + +Queen. Set your heart at rest, +The Fairy-land buys not the child of me. +His mother was a votress of my order, +And in the spiced Indian air by night +Full often she hath gossipt by my side; +And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands. +Marking th' embarked traders of the flood, +When we have laught to see the sails conceive, +And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind; +Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, +Would imitate, and sail upon the land, +To fetch me trifles, and return again +As from a voyage rich with merchandize; +But she being mortal of that boy did die, +And for her sake I do rear up her boy, +And for her sake I will not part with him. + +Ob. How long within this wood intend you stay? + +Queen. Perchance till after Theseus' wedding-day. +If you will patiently dance in our round, +And see our moon-light revels, go with us; +If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. + +Ob. Give me that boy, and I'll go with thee. + +Queen. Not for thy Fairy kingdom. + +AIR. DUET. + +Queen. Away, away, + I will not stay, + But fly from rage and thee. + +King. Begone, begone, + You'll feel anon + What 'tis to injure me. + +Queen. Away, false man! + Do all you can, + I scorn your jealous rage! + +King. We will not part; + Take you my heart! + Give me your favourite page. + +Queen. I'll keep my page! + +King. And I my rage! + Nor shall you injure me. + +Queen. Away, away! + I will not stay, + But fly from rage and thee. + +Both. Away, away, &c. [Exe. Queen, &c. + +Ob. Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from this grove, +Till I torment thee for this injury-- +My gentle Puck, come hither: +There is a flow'r, the herb I shew'd thee once, +The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, +Will make a man or woman madly doat +Upon the next live creature that it sees. +Fetch me that 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. + +Ob. Having once this juice, +I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, +And drop the liquor of it in her eye; +The next thing which she waking looks upon, +(Be it on bear, lion, wolf, bull, ape or monkey), +She shall pursue it with the soul of love; +And ere I take this charm off from her sight, +(As I can take it with another herb), +I'll make her render up her page to me. [Exit. + + + + +SCENE another part of the Wood. + + +Enter Queen of the Fairies, and her Train. + +Queen. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song. + +AIR. + +2d Fai. Come, follow, follow me, + Ye fairy Elves that be; + O'er tops of dewy grass, + So nimbly do we pass, + The young and tender stalk + Ne'er bends where we do walk. + + + + +SCENE The Wood. + + +Queen. Now, for the third part of a minute hence, +Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, +Some war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, +To make my small Elves coats: And some keep back +The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders, +At our queint spirits. Sing me now asleep, +Then to your offices, and let me rest. + +[Goes to the Bower and lies down. + +AIR. + +1st. Fai. You spotted snakes with double tongue, + Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen, + Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, + Come not near our fairy Queen. + Philomel with melody, + Sing in your sweet lullaby, + Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby: + Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, + Come our lovely Lady nigh, + So good night with lullaby. + +II. + + Weaving spiders come not here; + Hence, you long-leg'd spinners, hence: + Beetles black approach not near, + Worm nor snail do no offence. + +Philomel with melody, &c. + + Hence away! now all is well; + One aloof stand centinel. [Exeunt Fairies. + +Enter Oberon and First Fairy. + +[Oberon squeeses the Juice of the Flower on the Queen's Eyes. + +Ob. What thou seest when thou dost wake, +Do it for thy true love take; +Love and languish for his sake; +Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, +Pard, or boar with bristled hair, +In thy eye what shall appear, +When thou wak'st, it is thy dear; +Wake when some vile thing is near. [Exit Ob. + +AIR. + +1st Fai. Such the force of Magic Pow'r, + Of the juice of this small flower, + It shall jaundice so her sight, + Foul shall be fair, and black seem white; + Then shall dreams, and all their train, + Fill with Fantasies her brain; + Then, no more her darling joy, + She'll resign her changeling boy. + +[Exeunt. + +End of the First Act. + + + + +ACT II. + +SCENE Continues. + + +Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout and Starveling. + +The Queen of Fairies lying asleep. + +Bot. Are we all met? + +Quin. Pat, pat! and here's a marvellous convenient place for our +rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our +tyring house, and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the +Duke. + +Bot. Peter Quince. + +Quin. What say'st thou, Bully Bottom? + +Bot. There are things in this Comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that +will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself, +which the Ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? + +Snout. By'rlaken, a parlous fear! + +Starv. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done. + +Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all well; write me a +prologue, and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with +our swords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed; and for more better +assurance tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the +weaver: this will put them out of fear. + +Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue, and it shall be written in +eight and six. + +Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. + +Snout. Will not the Ladies be afraid of the Lion? + +Starv. I fear it, I promise you. + +Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves; to bring in, +heaven shield us! a Lion among Ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for +there is not a more fearful wildfowl than your Lion, living; and we +ought to look to it. + +Snout. Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a Lion. + +Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be seen +through the lion's neck; and he himself must speak through, saying +thus, or to the same defect: Ladies, or fair Ladies, I would wish you, +or I would request you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to +tremble; my life for yours; if you think I come hither as a lion, it +were pity of my life; no, I am no such thing; I am a man as other men +are; and there indeed let him name his name, and tell them plainly, He +is Snug the Joiner. + +Quin. Well, it shall be so; but there is two hard things, that +is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber; for you know Pyramus and +Thisby met by moon-light. + +Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play? + +Bot. A kalendar, a kalendar! look into the almanack; find out +moon-shine, find out moon-shine. + +Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. + +Bot. Why then may you leave a casement of the great chamber window, +where we play, open, and the moon may shine in at the casement. + +Quin. Ay, or else one must come in with a bush of throns and a +lanthern; and say he comes to disfigure or to present the person of +moon-shine. Then there is another thing; we must have a wall in +the great chamber, for Pyramus and Thisby (says the story) did talk +through the chink of a wall. + +Snug. You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom? + +Bot. Some man or other must present wall; and let him have some +plaster, or some loome, or some rough-cast, about him, to signify +wall: Or let him hold his fingers thus, and through the cranny shall +Pyramus and Thisby whisper. + +Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down every +mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin; and when +you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake, and so every one +according to his cue. + +Enter Puck. + +Puck. What hempen homespuns have we swaggering +here, so near the cradle of the Fairy Queen? +What, a play tow'rd; I'll be an auditor; +An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. + +Quin. Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth. + +Pyr. Thisby, the flower of odious savours sweet. + +Quin. Odours, odours. + +Pyr. Odours savours sweet; +So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear: +But hark, a voice! Stay thou but here a while, +And by-and-by I will to thee appear, + +Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! + [Aside. +Now for a storm to drive these patches hence. + [He waves his wand.] Thunder and Lightning. + +Quin. O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted: +Pray masters, fly masters, help! + +[Exeunt Clowns. + +Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, + Thro' bog, thro' bush, thro' brake, thro' briar; +Sometimes a horse I'll be, sometimes a hound, + A hog, a headless bear, sometimes a fire, +And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, +Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. + +[Exit. + +Enter Bottom. + +Bot. Why do they let a little thunder frighten them away? But I will +not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down +here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. + +[Sings. + +AIR. + + The ousel-cock, so black of hue, + With orange-tawny bill, + The throstle, with his note so true, + The wren with little quill. + +Queen. What angel wakes me from my flow'ry bed? + +Bot. (Sings.) The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, + The plain-song cuckow grey, + Whose note full many a man doth mark, + And dares not answer nay. + +Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again, +Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; +So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape, +On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. + +Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that; and +yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together +now-a-days. The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not +make them friends. Nay I can gleek upon occasion. + +Queen. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. + +Bot. Not so neither: But if I had wit enough to get out of this +wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. + +Queen. Out of this wood do not desire to go; +Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no, +I am a spirit of no common rate; +The summer still doth tend upon my state, +And I do love thee; therefore go with me, +I'll give thee Fairies to attend on thee; +And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, +And sing, while thou on pressed flow'rs doth sleep; +And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, +That thou shalt like an airy Spirit go. +Peaseblossom, Cob, Moth, Mustardseed! + +Enter Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseed, Four Fairies. + +Pease. Ready. + +Cob. And I. + +Moth. And I. + +Must. And I. Where shall we go? + +Queen. Be kind and courteous to this Gentleman; +Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; +Feed him with apricots and dewberries; +With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; +The honey-bags steal from the humble bees, +And for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, +And light them at the fiery glow-worms eyes, +To have my love to-bed, and to arise: +Nod to him, Elves, and do him courtesies. + +Pease. Hail, mortal, hail! + +Cob. Hail! + +Moth. Hail! + +Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bow'r. + The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye, +And when she weeps, weep ev'ry little flower, + Lamenting some enforced chastity. +Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. [Exeunt. + + + + +SCENE Another part of the Wood. + + +Enter Oberon. + +Ob. I wonder if Titania be awak'd: +Then what it was that next came in her eye, +Which she must doat on in extremity? + +Enter Puck. + +Here comes my messenger! how now, mad sprite! +What night-rule now about this haunted grove? + +Puck. My mistress with a mortal is in love. + +Ob. This falls out well and fortunate in truth; +Now to my Queen, and beg her Indian youth: +And then I will her charmed eye release +From mortals view, and all things shall be peace. +Away, away, make no delay, +We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit Puck. + +AIR. + + Up and down, up and down, + We will trip it up and down. + We will go through field and town, + We will trip it up and down. + +[Exit Oberon. + + + + +SCENE The Wood and Bower. + + +Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom; Fairies attending and the King +behind them. + +Queen. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed. +Say wilt thou hear some music sweet dove. + +Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music. + +DUET. By 1st and 2d Fairy. + + Welcome, welcome to this place, + Favorite of the Fairy Queen; + Zephyrs, play around his face, + Wash, ye dews, his graceful mien. + + Pluck the wings from butterflies, + To fan the moon-beams from his eyes; + Round him in eternal spring + Grashoppers and crickets sing. + + By the spangled starlight sheen, + Nature's joy he walks the green; + Sweet voice, fine shape, and graceful mien, + Speak him thine, O Fairy Queen! + +Queen. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat. +I have a ventrous Fairy that shall seek +The squirrels hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. + +Bot. I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an +exposition of sleep come upon me. + +Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms; +Fairies begone, and be always away. +So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle +Gently entwist. +O how I love thee! how I doat on thee! [They sleep. + +Enter Puck, at one door, Oberon and 1st Fairy at another. + +Ob. Welcome, good Robin! See'st thou this sweet sight? +Her dotage now I do begin to pity: +For meeting her of late behind the wood, +I then did ask of her her changeling child, +Which strait she gave me; wherefore I'll undo +This hateful imperfection of her eyes: + [He strokes her eyes with the flower. +Now, Fairy, sing the charm. + +AIR. + +1st Fai. Flower, of this purple dye, + Hit with cupid's archery, + Sink in apple of her eye! + When her lord she doth espy, + Let him shine as gloriously + As the Phoebus of the sky. + When thou wak'st, if he be by, + Beg of him for remedy. [Exit Fairy. + +Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen. + +Queen. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! +Methought I was enamour'd of a mortal. + +Ob. There lies your love. + +Queen. How came these things to pass? +O how mine eyes do loath this visage now! + +Ob. Silence awhile. Robin, remove the man, +And you mean while, Titania, music call, +And strike more dead than common deep his senses. + +Queen. Musick, ho, musick! such as charmeth sleep. + +AIR. + + 2d Fai. Orpheus, with his lute, made trees, + And the mountain tops that freeze, + Bow themselves when he did sing, + To his musick, plants and flowers + Ever spring, as sun and showers + There had made a lasting spring. + [During this song the body is removed. + +Ob. Come, my Queen, take hand with me, +Now thou and I are new in amity. + +AIR. + +2d Fai. Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more + Be not inconstant ever, +One foot on sea, and one on shore, + You can be happy never. [Lark sings. + +Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark, +I do hear the morning lark. + +Ob. Then, my Queen, in silence sad, +Trip we after the night's shade, +We the globe can compass soon, +Swifter than the wand'ring moon. + +Queen. Come, my lord, and in our flight, +Tell me, how it came this night, +That I sleeping here was found, +With yon mortal on the ground. + +A Dance of Fairies. + +FINIS. + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12842 *** |