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from A Midsummer Night's Dream,  by William Shakespeare
New York:  Doubleday, Page & Co.,  ?/1908.   (Two editions, one not dated. The book is out of copyright.)

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Cover, edition with no date

Cover, 1908 edition

Frontispiece:<br /><br /> "Titania lying asleep."

Frontispiece:<br /><br /> "Titania lying asleep."

Title Page

" . . . the moon, like to a silver bow<br /> New-bent in heaven "

"Hermia"

"Hermia"

"Helena"

" . . . where often you and I<br /> Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, <br /> Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet."

" . . . where often you and I<br /> Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, <br /> Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet."

"Let me play the lion too."

"Let me play the lion too."

"How now spirit! wither wander you?"

"She never had so sweet a changeling."

"She never had so sweet a changeling."



Mislead might-wanderers, laughing at their harm?

I am that merry wanderer of the night.

" . . . Fairies, away!<br /> We shall chide downright, if I longer stay."

" . . . Fairies, away!<br /> We shall chide downright, if I longer stay."

"To hear the sea-maid's music."

"To hear the sea-maid's music."

Maidens call it love-in-idleness.

"Come, now a roundel."

"Come, now a roundel."

And a fairy song.

Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings.

To make my small elves coats.

Never harm, <br /> Nor spell nor charm, <br /> Come our lovely lady nigh.

One aloof stand sentinel.

"O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted.<br /> Pray, masters! fly, masters! Help!"

"O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted.<br /> Pray, masters! fly, masters! Help!"

O Bottom, thou art changed!

"I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid."

"I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid."

What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

Enter Peasebottom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed.

. . . russet-pated choughs, many in sort, <br /> Rising and cawing at the gun's report.

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

Fair Helena, who more engilds the night <br /> Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.

She was a vixen when she went to school.

. . . ghosts, wandering here and there, <br /> Troop home to churchyards.

Up and down, up and down, <br /> Goblin, lead them up and down.



On the ground <br /> Sleep sound: <br /> I'll apply <br /> To your eye, <br /> Gentle lover, remedy.

"Kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle."

"Kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle."

"Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms."

"Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms."

" . . . and her fairy sent <br /> To bear him to my bower in fairy land."

" . . . and her fairy sent <br /> To bear him to my bower in fairy land."

We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top <br /> And mark the musical confusion <br /> Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

. . . Are you sure ,br /> That we are awake? It seems to me <br /> That yet we sleep, we dream.

" . . . almost fairy time."

" . . . almost fairy time."

"Through the house give glimmering light <br /> By the dead and drowsy fire."

"Through the house give glimmering light <br /> By the dead and drowsy fire."

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