Peter Holland (ed.), The Oxford Shakespeare: A Midsummer Night's Dream
Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus Enter Titania, Queen of Fairies, and Bottom with the Critical Apparatusass-head, and fairies: Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Mote, and MustardseedCritical Apparatus Link 1
titania (to Bottom) Come, sit thee down upon this flow'ry bed,pg 213
Link 4 And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.Critical Apparatus5
bottom Where's Peaseblossom?Editor’s Note6
peaseblossom Ready.Link 7
bottom Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where's 8Monsieur Cobweb?9
cobweb Ready.Link 10
bottom Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get you your 11weapons in your hand and kill me a red-hipped humble-12bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring 13me the honeybag. Do not fret yourself too much in the Link 14action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the pg 21415honeybag break not. I would be loath to have you over-Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus16flowen with a honeybag, signor.⌈Exit Cobweb⌉
17Where's Monsieur Mustardseed?18
mustardseed Ready.Editor’s Note Link 19
bottom Give me your neaf, Monsieur Mustardseed. Pray Editor’s Note20you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.21
mustardseed What's your will?Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus22
bottom Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Cavaliery Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus23Peaseblossom to scratch. I must to the barber's, mon-Critical Apparatus Link 24sieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the Link 25face; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle Link 26me I must scratch.27
titania What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?28 Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus ⌈Rural music⌉pg 215 30
titania Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.Link 31
bottom Truly, a peck of provender. I could munch your 32good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle Editor’s Note33of hay. Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.Critical Apparatus34
titania I have a venturous fairy that shall seekLink 36
bottom I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. 37But I pray you, let none of your people stir me. I have an Editor’s Note38exposition of sleep come upon me.39
titania Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.pg 216
Link 43Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
44O how I love thee, how I dote on thee!Critical ApparatusThey sleep. Critical Apparatus Enter Robin Goodfellow ⌈and Oberon, meeting⌉45
oberon Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet sight?
Editor’s Note46Her dotage now I do begin to pity,
47For meeting her of late behind the wood,
Editor’s Note48Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool,
Link 49I did upbraid her and fall out with her,
50For she his hairy temples then had rounded
52And that same dew which sometime on the buds
53Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls
55Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
Editor’s Note56When I had at my pleasure taunted her,pg 217
Link 57And she in mild terms begged my patience,
58I then did ask of her her changeling child,
59Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
Editor’s Note60To bear him to my bower in fairyland.
61And now I have the boy, I will undo
Editor’s Note62This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
Link 63And, gentle puck, take this transformed scalp
64From off the head of this Athenian swain,
Link 65That he, awaking when the other do,
Link 66May all to Athens back again repair,
67And think no more of this night's accidents
69But first I will release the Fairy Queen.Critical Apparatus He drops the juice on Titania's eyelids
70Be as thou wast wont to be,
71See as thou wast wont to see.
73Hath such force and blessèd power.pg 218
74Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus75
titania (waking) My Oberon, what visions have I seen!
Link 76Methought I was enamoured of an ass.77
oberon There lies your love.
titania How came these things to pass?
78O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!79
oberon Silence a while.—Robin, take off this head.—
80Titania, music call, and strike more deadCritical Apparatus82
titania Music, ho—music such as charmeth sleep.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus ⌈Still music⌉Critical Apparatus83
robin (taking the ass-head off Bottom) Now when thou wak'st with thine own fool's eyes peep.Critical Apparatus84
oberon Sound music.⌈The music changes⌉
Come, my queen, take hands with me,pg 219 Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus Oberon and Titania dance
86Now thou and I are new in amity,
Editor’s Note87And will tomorrow midnight solemnly
Editor’s Note88Dance in Duke Theseus' house, triumphantly,
Editor’s Note89And bless it to all fair prosperity.
Link 90There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
91Wedded with Theseus, all in jollity.92
robin Fairy King, attend and mark.
Link 93I do hear the morning lark.Editor’s Note94
oberon Then, my queen, in silence sad
Link 96We the globe can compass soon,
Link 97Swifter than the wand'ring moon.98
titania Come, my lord, and in our flight
99Tell me how it came this nightpg 220
100That I sleeping here was found
101With these mortals on the ground.Editor’s Note Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Robin Critical Apparatus Goodfellow. The sleepers lie still Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus Wind horns within. Enter Theseus with Egeus, Hippolyta, and all his trainEditor’s Note102
theseus Go, one of you, find out the forester,
Editor’s Note103For now our observation is performed;pg 221
Critical Apparatus107Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.Exit one
Link 108We will, fair Queen, up to the mountain's top,
Link 109And mark the musical confusion
110Of hounds and echo in conjunction.Editor’s Note111
hippolyta I was with Hercules and Cadmus once
113With hounds of Sparta. Never did I hear
Editor’s Note115The skies, the fountains, every region nearpg 222Link 118
theseus My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
Link 120With ears that sweep away the morning dew,
Editor’s Note121Crook-kneed, and dewlapped like Thessalian bulls,
Link 124Was never holla'd to nor cheered with horn
125In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly.
126Judge when you hear. But soft: what nymphs are these?Critical Apparatus Link 127
egeus My lord, this is my daughter here asleep,
128And this Lysander; this Demetrius is;
129This Helena, old Nedar's Helena.
Link 130I wonder of their being here together.Link 131
theseus No doubt they rose up early to observe
134But speak, Egeus: is not this the day
Link 135That Hermia should give answer of her choice?136
egeus It is, my lord.Link 137
theseus Go bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.Critical Apparatus ⌈Exit one⌉ pg 223 Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus ⌈Shout within: 'Wind horns'. The lovers wake. Wind horns. They all start up⌉
theseus I pray you all stand up.The lovers stand (To Demetrius and Lysander)
Link 141I know you two are rival enemies.
142How comes this gentle concord in the world,
Editor’s Note143That hatred is so far from jealousy
144To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?Link 145
lysander My lord, I shall reply amazèdly,pg 224
Editor’s Note146Half sleep, half waking. But as yet, I swear,
147I cannot truly say how I came here,
148But as I think—for truly would I speak,
149And, now I do bethink me, so it is—
150I came with Hermia hither. Our intent
151Was to be gone from Athens where we might,Critical Apparatus153
egeus (to Theseus) Enough, enough, my lord, you have enough.
154I beg the law, the law upon his head.—
155They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius,
Editor’s Note156Thereby to have defeated you and me—
157You of your wife, and me of my consent,
158Of my consent that she should be your wife.159
demetrius (to Theseus) My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Link 160Of this their purpose hither to this wood,
161And I in fury hither followed them,
Editor’s Note162Fair Helena in fancy following me.
Editor’s Note163But, my good lord, I wot not by what power—
Critical Apparatus164But by some power it is—my love to Hermia,
165Melted as the snow, seems to me now
167Which in my childhood I did dote upon,
Editor’s Note168And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
169The object and the pleasure of mine eye
170Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Editor’s Note171Was I betrothed ere I see Hermia.pg 225
173But, as in health come to my natural taste,
174Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
175And will for evermore be true to it.176Critical Apparatus Exit Duke Theseus with Hippolyta, Egeus, and all his train
theseus Fair lovers, you are fortunately met.
177Of this discourse we more will hear anon.—
Editor’s Note178Egeus, I will overbear your will,
179For in the temple by and by with us
180These couples shall eternally be knit.—
Link 181And, for the morning now is something worn,
Link 182Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.
183Away with us to Athens. Three and three,
185Come, Hippolyta.Editor’s Note186
demetrius These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Link 187Like far-off mountains turnèd into clouds.Editor’s Note Link 188
hermia Methinks I see these things with parted eye,pg 226
189When everything seems double.
helena So methinks,
demetrius It seems to me
Link 192That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think
193The Duke was here and bid us follow him?194
hermia Yea, and my father.
helena And Hippolyta.195
lysander And he did bid us follow to the temple.Critical Apparatus196Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus Bottom wakes
demetrius Why then, we are awake. Let's follow him,Critical Apparatus Exeunt the lovers198Exit
bottom When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. Editor’s Note Link 199My next is 'most fair Pyramus'. Heigh-ho. Peter Quince? 200Flute the bellows-mender? Snout the tinker? Starveling? pg 227 Link 201God's my life! Stolen hence, and left me asleep?—I have Editor’s Note Link 202had a most rare vision. I have had a dream past the wit Editor’s Note203of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass if he Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus204go about to expound this dream. Methought I was— Editor’s Note205there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus206methought I had—but man is but a patched fool if he Editor’s Note207will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man Editor’s Note208hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's 209hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his 210heart to report what my dream was. I will get Peter Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus211Quince to write a ballad of this dream. It shall be called pg 228212'Bottom's Dream', because it hath no bottom, and I will Editor’s Note213sing it in the latter end of a play, before the Duke. Per-Editor’s Note214adventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus215at her death.
- If they whom sacred Love hath linked in one,
- Do as they dance, in all their course of life,
- Never shall burning grief nor bitter moan,
- Nor factious difference, nor unkind strife,
- Arise betwixt the husband and the wife.
- For whether forth or back, or round he go,
- As the man doth, so must the woman do.