Oberon then puts the potion on Demetrius's eyes and Puck brings Helena to him. Robin Goodfellow quickly drops some of the juice onto Lysander's eyes. Anon his Thisbe must be answered, And forth my mimic comes. His mother was one of my priestesses, and we often used to gossip together in the spiced night air in India, or sit on the beach by the ocean watching merchant ships sail by on the water. Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no. When she drinks, I bob against her lips so that she spills the beer on her old wrinkly neck.
There was no following her in this angry mood, so he would stay there for a while. Would so offend a virgin, and extort A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Hermia is convinced that Demetrius has killed in his sleep, and in her fury she curses Demetrius for his actions. And you want to tear our longstanding love apart! The summer itself serves me as one of my followers. Shall we their fond pageant see? If he doesn't, Demetrius will make him. It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, Though I alone do feel the injury. The puck leaves when Bottom goes offstage, and reappears with Bottom, who now wears an asses head which the puck put on him.
I led them on in this distracted fear And left sweet Pyramus translated there. The human mortals want their winter here. He lies down and falls asleep. The finch, the sparrow and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer nay; for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? Puck informs the fairy that it would be better if Titania and his master, , did not meet since they only quarrel when they do so. Tell true, even for my sake! What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you! Puck knew that it was Lysander who had to have the spell taken off him. Before long he was snoring.
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? You see how simple and how fond I am. Look when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, 125 In their nativity all truth appears. I see you all are bent To set against me for your merriment: If you we re civil and knew courtesy, You would not do me thus much injury. Titania woke up and fell in love with the donkey-Bottom hybrid. What's this to my Lysander? Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. So hung upon with love, so lovingly clung to; the idea being that of arms thrown round a person in loving embrace; cp.
Her language furthermore supports the way that Oberon and Puck have played playwright in the tale by staging this romance. Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three To fashion this false sport, in spite of me. Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, 300 No touch of bashfulness? And will you rent our ancient love asunder, 220 To join with men in scorning your poor friend? Note that Puck presents this development in his usual singsong rhyme, reminding the viewer again that this is not meant to be a malicious plot, but a playful and light-hearted prank. Next, Oberon then gives him another herb, an antidote to the love juice, and tells him that the boys will tire eventually and go to sleep. Trick her in some way and make sure you bring her here! Coward, why comest thou not? Effect it with some care, that he may prove More fond on her than she upon her love.
This will be a classic prank. Lysander, back on stage, wonders where on earth Demetrius has gone. The men further decide that Snug should speak to the audience directly and that half his head should be visible through the costume. Steal honey from the bumblebees, and make candles from beeswax taken from the bees' legs. If I ever loved her all that love has gone. And jealous Oberon would have the child Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild. She calls for Lysander, but he is no longer near her.
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light. Still thou mistakest, Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. And I do love thee. You both are rivals, and love Hermia; And now both rivals, to mock Helena: A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes With your derision! § 178: in one key, in unison of note. And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; He murder cries and help from Athens calls. Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more.
Their sweet smells come from those spots. I desire your more acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed. Vows that are born in tears like this are always genuine. Now I but chide, so far I only use reproach: should, ought to. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray; My legs are longer though, to run away.
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. But do it when the next thing he espies May be the lady. I am a man as other men are. Come one more; Two of both kinds make up four. And wherefore doth Lysander Deny your love, so rich within his soul, And tender me, forsooth, affection, But by your setting on, by your consent? How now, what is 'up' now? Do you think you could hurt me more than you do by hating me? For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, 382-383.
Abide me, wait till I come up with you: wot, know. Lysander made an effort and got in front of her, blocking her way. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life. Fairies, bow and curtsy to him. For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.