Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
BOTTOM I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb. If I cut my
finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman? PEASEBLOSSOM
BOTTOM I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master
Peascod, your father. Good Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more
acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir? MUSTARDSEED Mustardseed.
BOTTOM Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well. That same cowardly
giant-like ox-beef hath devour’d many a gentleman of your house. I promise you your
kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you of more acquaintance, good
TITANIA Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon, methinks, looks with a wat’ry eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little
flower; Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love’s tongue, bring him silently.
Another part of the wood
OBERON I wonder if Titania be awak’d; Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity. -
Enter PUCK Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit!
What night-rule now about this haunted grove? PUCK My mistress with a monster is in
Near to her close and consecrated bower, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Were
met together to rehearse a play Intended for great Theseus’ nuptial day.
The shallowest thickskin of that barren sort, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and ent’red in a brake; When I did him at this advantage take, An
ass’s nole I fixed on his head.
Anon his Thisby must be answered, And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun’s report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, So
at his sight away his fellows fly; And at our stamp here, o’er and o’er one falls; He
murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong, Made senseless things begin to
do them wrong, For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some sleeves, some hats,
from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there; When in
that moment, so it came to pass, Titania wak’d, and straightway lov’d an ass.
OBERON This falls out better than I could devise.
But hast thou yet latch’d the Athenian’s eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
PUCK I took him sleeping-that is finish’d tooAnd the Athenian woman by his side;
That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey’d.
Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA