Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 516 words
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Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight: High therefore Robin, overcast the night, The starry welkin cover thou anon, With drooping fog as black as Acheron, And lead these tasty Rivals so astray, As one come not within another's way. Like to Lysander, sometime frame thy tongue: Then stir Demetrius up, with bitter wrong: And sometime rail thou like Demetrius: And from each other, look thou lead them thus; Till o'er their brows, death-counterfaiting, sleep, With leaden legs, and Batty wings doth creep▪ Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, To take from thence all error, with his might, And make his eyebals roll with wont sight. When they next wake, all this derision Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision. And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, With league, whose date, till death shall never end. Whiles I, in this affair, do thee employ, I'll to my Queen and beg her Indian boy: And then I will her charmed eye release From monsters view, and all things shall be peace. My Fairy Lord, this must be done with haste. For nights swift Dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger: At whose approach, Ghosts, wandering here and there, troup home to Churchyards: damned spirits all, That in cross ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone: For fear least day should look their shames upon, They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black browed night. But we are spirits of another sort. I, with the morning's love, have oft made sport, And like a forester, the groves may tread Even till the Eastern gate all fiery red, Opening on Neptune, with fair blessed beams, Turns, into yellow gold, his salt green streams. But notwithstanding, haste, make no delay: We may effect this business, yet ere day. Up & down, up & down, I will lead them up & down: I am feared in field & town. Goblin, lead them up & down. Here comes one. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now. Here villain, drawn & ready. Where art thou? I will be with thee strait. Fellow me then to plainer ground. Lysander, speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak in some bush. Where dost thou hide thy head? Thou coward art thou bragging, to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come? Come recreant, come thou child, I'll whip thee with a rod. He is defiled, That draws a sword on thee. Yea, art thou there? Fellow my voice: we'll try no manhood here. He goes before me, and still dares me on: When I come where he calls, than he is gone. The villain is much lighter heeled than I; I followed fast: but faster he did fly; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. Come thou gentle day. For if but once, thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.
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Thou seest, these louers seeke a place to fight: Hy therefore Robin, ouercast the night, The starry welkin couer thou anon, With drooping fogge as blacke as Acheron, And lead these teasty Riuals so astray, As one come not within anothers way. Like to Lysander, sometime frame thy tongue: Then stirre Demetrius vp, with bitter wrong: And sometime raile thou like Demetrius: And from each other, looke thou lead them thus; Till ore their browes, death-counterfaiting, sleepe, With leaden legs, and Batty wings doth creepe▪ Then crush this hearbe into Lysanders eye; Whose liquor hath this vertuous property, To take from thence all errour, with his might, And make his eyebals roule with wonted sight. When they next wake, all this derision Shall seeme a dreame, and fruitelesse vision. And backe to Athens shall the louers wend, With league, whose date, till death shall neuer end. Whiles I, in this affaire, doe thee imploy, Ile to my Queene and beg her Indian boy: And then I will her charmed eye release From monsters viewe, and all things shall be peace. My Faiery Lord, this must be done with haste. For nights swift Dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Auroras harbinger: At whose approach, Ghosts, wandring here and there, Troope home to Churchyards: damned spirits all, That in crosse waies and floods haue buriall, Already to their wormy beds are gone: For feare least day should looke their shames vpon, They wilfully themselues exile from light, And must for aye consort with black browed night. But we are spirits of another sort. I, with the mornings loue, haue oft made sport, And like a forrester, the groues may tread Euen till the Easterne gate all fiery red, Opening on Neptune, with faire blessed beames, Turnes, into yellow golde, his salt greene streames. But notwithstanding, haste, make no delay: We may effect this businesse, yet ere day. Vp & down, vp & down, I will lead them vp & down: I am feard in field & town. Goblin, lead them vp & downe. Here comes one. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now. Here villaine, drawne & ready. Where art thou? I will be with thee straight. Follow me then to plainer ground. Lysander, speake againe. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Speake in some bush. Where doest thou hide thy head? Thou coward art thou bragging, to the starres, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for warres, And wilt not come? Come recreant, come thou childe, Ile whippe thee with a rodde. He is defil'd, That drawes a sword on thee. Yea, art thou there? Follow my voice: weele try no manhood here. He goes before me, and still dares me on: When I come where he calles, then he is gon. The villaine is much lighter heel'd then I; I followed fast: but faster he did fly; That fallen am I in darke vneauen way, And here will rest me. Come thou gentle day. For if but once, thou shewe me thy gray light, Ile finde Demetrius, and reuenge this spight.