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. If you will patiently dance in our round And see our moonlight revels, go with us; If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.
Fairies, away! We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. My gentle Puck, come hither. PUCK I remember. Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again Ere the leviathan can swim a league. But who comes here? I am invisible; And I will overhear their conference. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you? I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,— And yet a place of high respect with me,— Than to be used as you use your dog? HELENA Your virtue is my privilege: for that It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?
Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be wood and were not made to woo. Welcome, wanderer. PUCK Ay, there it is. 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 it when the next thing he espies May be the lady: thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may prove More fond on her than she upon her love: And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. PUCK Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. Sing me now asleep; Then to your offices and let me rest. The Fairies sing You spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, Come not near our fairy queen. Philomel, 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.
Beetles black, approach not near; Worm nor snail, do no offence. Fairy Hence, away! Exeunt Fairies. 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 and a single troth. Then by your side no bed-room me deny; For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest! Night and silence. Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. How came her eyes so bright? No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; For beasts that meet me run away for fear: Therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do, as a monster fly my presence thus.
But who is here? I see no blood, no wound. Lysander if you live, good sir, awake. Transparent Helena! Nature shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word Is that vile name to perish on my sword! Lord, what though? Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. No; I do repent The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love: Who will not change a raven for a dove? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well: perforce I must confess I thought you lord of more true gentleness. O, that a lady, of one man refused. Should of another therefore be abused! Hermia, sleep thou there: And never mayst thou come Lysander near! For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as tie heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And, all my powers, address your love and might To honour Helen and to be her knight! Ay me, for pity! Lysander, look how I do quake with fear: Methought a serpent eat my heart away, And you sat smiling at his cruel pray. What, out of hearing? Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear; Speak, of all loves!
I swoon almost with fear. This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we will do it in action as we will do it before the duke. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them out of fear.
But there is two hard things; that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight. BOTTOM Why, then may you leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon may shine in at the casement. QUINCE Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of Moonshine.
Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall. What say you, Bottom? BOTTOM Some man or other must present Wall: and let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake: and so every one according to his cue. What, a play toward! Thisby, stand forth. But hark, a voice! O strange! Pray, masters! But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. BOTTOM [Sings] The finch, the sparrow and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer nay;— for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird?
BOTTOM Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days; the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. ALL Where shall we go? MOTH Hail! Your name, honest gentleman? Good Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir? BOTTOM Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now.
I desire your more acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed. The moon methinks looks with a watery eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity. How now, mad spirit! What night-rule now about this haunted grove? PUCK My mistress with a monster is in love.
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 waked and straightway loved an ass. PUCK This is the woman, but not this the man.
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me: would he have stolen away From sleeping Hermia? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Hast thou slain him, then? O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!
O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. When his love he doth espy, Let her shine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. When thou wakest, if she be by, Beg of her for remedy.
Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be! Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.
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Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of The Eve of Midsummer. Jul 03, Nelio Gomes rated it liked it. A bit of 70's satanic titillation, the Eve of Midsummer started off slowly, but by part three it was evolving into an engrossing fever dream. As poor Flick is drawn deeper into the strange world created by Adrian Black and his sister Jessica, the book turns from eccentric-English-village themes, to more graphic elements regarding the subjugation of the Star Goddess! Not to be taken too seriously, it's best to just let the plot take you along for the ride Jan 16, Sirensongs rated it really liked it.
A fast, fun, pulpy read that is just begging to be made into a racy 70s style occult film. View 2 comments. Hugh Lume rated it really liked it Jun 18, Waffles rated it really liked it Jun 24, Dustin rated it really liked it Oct 05, Stephanie rated it really liked it Nov 11, Lauren O'Flaherty rated it it was amazing Jan 31, Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke, This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child; Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And interchanged love-tokens with my child: Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, With feigning voice verses of feigning love, And stolen the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart, Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke, Be it so she; will not here before your grace Consent to marry with Demetrius, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, As she is mine, I may dispose of her: Which shall be either to this gentleman Or to her death, according to our law Immediately provided in that case.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. I know not by what power I am made bold, Nor how it may concern my modesty, In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; But I beseech your grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.
THESEUS : Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon-- The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, For everlasting bond of fellowship-- Upon that day either prepare to die For disobedience to your father's will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would; Or on Diana's altar to protest For aye austerity and single life.
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