TITANIA

These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle Summers spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margin of the Sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, 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 pel king river made so proud, That they have overborn their Continents. The Ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain, The Ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attainde a beard: The fold stands empty, in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrion flock. The nine men's Morris is filled up with mud: And the quaint Mazes, in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable. The humane mortals want their winter here. No night is now with hymn or carol blessed. Therefore the Moon (the governess of floods) Pale in her anger, washes all the air; That Rheumatic diseases do abound. And, through this distemperature, we see The seasons altar: hoary headed frosts Fallen in the fresh lap of the Crimson rose, And on old Hyems chin and Icy crown, And 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. Perchance, till after Theseus wedding day. If you will patiently dance in our Round, And see our Moonlight Reuelles, go with us: If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Not for thy Fairy kingdom. Fairies away. We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. Exeunt. Come, now a Roundel, and a Fairy song: Then, for the third partly of a minute hence, Some to kill cankers in the musk rose buds, Some war with Reremise, for their lethren wings, To make my small Elves coats, and some keep back The clamorous Owl, that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits: Sing me now a sleep: Then to your offices, and let me rest. You spotted Snakes, with double tongue, Thorny Hedge hogs be not seen, Newts and blind worms do no wrong, Come not near our Fairy Queen. Philomele, with melody, Sing in our sweet Lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby, Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby. Set your heart at rest. The Fairy Land buys not the child of me His mother was a Votress of my order: And in the spiced Indian air, by night, Full often hath she gossiped, by my side, And sat, with me on Neptune's yellow sands Marking embarked traders on the flood: When we have laughed to see the sails conceive, And grow big bellied, with the wanton wind: Which she, with pretty, and with swimming gate, Following (her womb then rich with my young squire) Would 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 partly with him. What Angel wakes me from my flowery bed? I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again. Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note: So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape, And thy fair virtues force (perforce) does move me, On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman, Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes, Feed him with Apricots, and Dewberries, With purple Grapes, green figs, and Mulberries, The honey bags steal from the humble Bees, And for night tapers, crop their waxed thighs, And light them at the fiery Glowworms eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise, And pluck the wings, from painted Butterflies, To fan the Moon-beams from his sleeping eyes, Nod to him Elves, and do him courtesies. Come wait upon him: lead him to my bower. The Moon, me thinks, looks with a watery eye: And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some inforced chastity. Ty up my lovers tongue, bring him silently. Exit. Come fit thee down upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, And stick musk roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? My Oberon, what visions have I seen! Me thought I was enamoured of and Ass. How came these things to pass? Oh, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Come my Lord, and in our flight, Tell me how it came this night, That I sleeping here was found, With these mortals on the ground. Exeunt. First rehearse your song by rote, To each word a warbling note. Hand in hand, with Fairy grace, Will we sing and bless this place. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful. Out of this wood, do not desire to go: Thou shalt remain here, whither thou wilt or no. I am a spirit, of no common rate: The Summer, still, does tend upon my state, And I do love thee: therefore go with me. I'll give thee Fairies to attend on thee: And they shall fetch thee Jewels, from the deep, And sing, while thou, on pressed flowers, dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt, Like and ayery spirit, go. Peas-blossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed? Or, say sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies be gone, and be always away. So does the woodbine, the sweet Honisuckle, Gently entwist: the female lui so Enrings the barky fingers of the Elm. Oh how I love thee! how I dote on thee! I have a venturous Fairy, that shall seek the Squirrels hoard, And fetch thee new nuts. Music, how music: such as charms sleep. No, no you must play Pyramus : & Flute, you Thysby. What, Jealous Oberon? Fairy skip hence. I have forsworn his bed, and company. 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 step of India? But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, Your buskind mistress, and your warrior love, To Theseus must be wedded; and you come, To give their bed, joy and prosperity.