A Midsummer Night's Dream Page #4

not within his sight.

For Oberon

is passing fell

and wrath.

[ Urinating ]

- Hey!

-Go on.

Ill met by moonlight,

proud Titania.

What, jealous Oberon!

Fairies, skip hence.

I have forsworn

his bed and company.

Tarry!

Rash wanton,

am not I thy lord?

Then I must be thy lady.

Why art thou here,

come from

the farthest steppe 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.

How canst thou thus

for shame, Titania,

glance at my credit

with Hippolyta,

knowing I know

thy love to Theseus?

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,

but with thy brawls

thou hast disturbed our sport.

Therefore, the winds,

piping to us in vain,

as in revenge,

have sucked up from the sea

contagious fogs,

which, falling in the land,

hath every pelting river

made so proud

that they have overborne

their continents.

And this same progeny

of evils comes

from our debate,

from our dissension.

We are their parents

and original.

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 henchman.

Set your heart at rest.

The fairy land buys

not the child of me.

His mother was

a votaress of my order,

and in the spiced Indian air,

bynight, full often

hath she gossiped by my side

and sat with me

on Neptune's yellow sands,

marking the embarked traders

on the flood

when we have laughed

to see the sails conceive

and grow big-bellied

with the wanton wind.

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.

How long within this wood

intend you stay?

Perchance till after

Theseus' wedding day.

If you will patiently

dance in our round...

and see our moon light revels,

go with us.

Give me that boy,

and I will go with thee.

Not for thy fairy kingdom!

Fairies, away!

We shall chide downright

if I longer stay.

Well, go thy way.

Thou shalt not from this grove

till I torment thee

for this injury.

My gentle Puck, come hither.

Thou rememberest,

since once I sat

upon a promontory

and heard a mermaid

on a dolphin's back

uttering such dulcet

and harmonious breath

that the rude sea

grew civil at her song.

That very time, I saw,

but thou couldst not,

flying between the cold

moon and the Earth,

Cupid all armed.

A certain aim he took

and loosed his love shaft smartly

from his bow.

Yet, marked I where

the bolt of Cupid fell.

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