A Midsummer Night's Dream Page #6

and make a heaven of hell

to die upon the hand

I love so well.

Fare thee well, nymph.

Ere he shall leave this grove,

thou shalt fly him,

and he shall seek thy love.

Hast thou the flower there?

Ahh...

I know a bank where

the wild thy me blows,

where oxlips and

the nodding violet grows,

quite over canopied

with the luscious woodbine,

with sweet musk-roses

and with eglantine.

There sleeps Titania

some time of the night.

Lulled in these flowers

with dances and delight.

And there the snake

throws her enameled skin,

weed wide enough

to wrap a fairy in.

With the juice of this

I'll streak her eyes

and make her full

of hateful fantasies.

Take thou some of it

and seek through this grove.

A sweet Athenian lady

is in love

with a disdainful youth.

Anoint his eyes,

but do itwhen

the next thing he espies

may be the lady.

Thou shalt know the man

by the Athenian garments

he hath on.

And look...

thou meet me ere

the first cock crow.

Fear not, my lord.

Your servant shall do so.

Hello, my queen.

How sweet! Hello.

Sing me now asleep.

Then to thy offices

and let me rest.

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Hence, away.

Now all is well.

One aloof stands sentinel.

What thou seest

when thou dost awake,

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 that doth appear

when thou wakest,

it is thy dear.

Wake when some vile thing

is near.

Fair love.

You faint when wandering

in the wood,

and to speak troth,

I forgot our way.

Oh.

We'll rest us, Hermia,

if you think it good

and tarry for the comfort

of the day.

Be it so, Lysander.

Well, find you out a bed...

for I upon this bank

shall rest my head.

Lysander!

One turf shall serve

as pillow for us both.

One heart, one bed.

Two bosoms and one troth.

Nay, good Lysander.

For my sake, my dear,

lie further off yet.

Do not lie so near.

Oh, take the sense,

sweet, of my innocence.

I mean...

that my heart unto yours is knit

so that but one heart

we can make of it.

Two bosoms

interchained with an oath

so then two bosoms

in a single troth.

Then by your side,

no bedroom me deny.

For lying so, Hermia,

I do not lie.

Lysander riddles very prettily.

Mmm.

Nay, gentle friend.

Mmm!

For love and courtesy,

lie further off.

In human modesty...

such separation

as may well be said

becomes a virtuous bachelor

and a maid.

So far be distant.

And good night, sweet friend.

Thy love ne'er alter

till thy sweet life end.

Amen.

Amen to that fair prayer,

say I.

And then end life

when I end loyalty.

Here is my bed.

Sleep give thee all his rest.

With half that wish,

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