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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
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
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 squireWould
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.