第6章

OBERON. Ill met by moonlight， proud Titania. TITANIA. What， jealous Oberon！ Fairies， skip hence； I have forsworn his bed and company. OBERON. Tarry， rash wanton； am not I thy lord？ TITANIA. 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 steep of India， But that， forsooth， the bouncing Amazon， Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love， To Theseus must be wedded， and you come To give their bed joy and prosperity？ OBERON. How canst thou thus， for shame， Titania， Glance at my credit with Hippolyta， Knowing I know thy love to Theseus？ Didst not thou lead him through the glimmering night From Perigouna， whom he ravished？ And make him with fair Aegles break his faith， With Ariadne and Antiopa？ TITANIA. These are the forgeries of jealousy； And never， since the middle summer's spring， Met we on hill， in dale， forest， or mead， By paved fountain， or by rushy brook， Or in the beached margent of the sea， To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind， But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Therefore the winds， piping to us in vain， As in revenge， have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs； which， falling in the land， Hath every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their continents. The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain， The ploughman lost his sweat， and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard； The fold stands empty in the drowned field， And crows are fatted with the murrion flock； The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud， And the quaint mazes in the wanton green， For lack of tread， are undistinguishable. The human mortals want their winter here； No night is now with hymn or carol blest； Therefore the moon， the governess of floods， Pale in her anger， washes all the air， That rheumatic diseases do abound. And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter： hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose； And on old Hiems thin and icy crown An 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. OBERON. Do you amend it， then； it lies in you. Why should Titania cross her Oberon？ I do but beg a little changeling boy To be my henchman. TITANIA. Set your heart at rest； The fairy land buys not the child of me. His mother was a vot ress of my order； And， in the spiced Indian air， by night， Full often hath she gossip'd by my side； And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands， Marking thembarked traders on the flood； When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive， And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind； Which she， with pretty and with swimming gait 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 part with him. OBERON. How long within this wood intend you stay？ TITANIA. Perchance till after Theseus wedding-day. 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. OBERON. Give me that boy and I will go with thee. TITANIA. Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies， away. We shall chide downright if I longer stay. Exit TITANIA with her train OBERON. Well， go thy way； thou shalt not from this grove Till I torment thee for this injury. My gentle Puck， come hither. Thou rememb rest Since once I sat upon a promontory， And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That the rude sea grew civil at her song， And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music. PUCK. I remember. OBERON. That very time I saw， but thou couldst not， Flying between the cold moon and the earth Cupid， all arm'd； a certain aim he took At a fair vestal， throned by the west， And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow， As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts； But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watry moon； And the imperial vot"ress passed on， In maiden meditation， fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower， Before milk-white， now purple with loves wound， And maidens call it Love-in-idleness. Fetch me that flowr， the herb I showed thee once. The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb， and be thou here again Ere the leviathan can swim a league. PUCK. I"ll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. Exit PUCK OBERON. Having once this juice， I"ll watch Titania when she is asleep， And drop the liquor of it in her eyes； The next thing then she waking looks upon， Be it on lion， bear， or wolf， or bull， On meddling monkey， or on busy ape， She shall pursue it with the soul of love. And ere I take this charm from off her sight， As I can take it with another herb， I"ll make her render up her page to me. But who comes here？ I am invisible； And I will overhear their conference.