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OBERON. But we are spirits of another sort.I with the Morning’s love115have oft made sport,390And like a forester, the groves may treadEven till the eastern gate, all fiery red,Opening on Neptune116with fair blessed beams,Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.But notwithstanding, haste, make no delay;395We may effect this business yet ere day. PUCK. Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down; I am fear’d in field and town. Goblin, lead them up and down. 400Here comes one.Exit.Enter LYSANDER.LYSANDER. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speakthou now.PUCK. Here, villain, drawn117and ready. Where artthou?ACT III, SCENEii53109.derision. Delusion110.fruitless. Meaningless; insignificant111.wend. Make their way112.With league . . . end. Each couple joined together until death113.Aurora’s harbinger. The first sign of dawn; the morning star114.lest. That115.Morning’s love. Refers to the goddess of dawn, Aurora, or to Aurora’sbeloved hunter, Cephalus116.Neptune. God of the sea117.drawn. With drawn sword√How doesOberon plan toresolve his problemswith his wife, Titania?
54A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAMWWords For EverydayUserec • re • ant (rek´re¯ ənt) n, coward; traitorLYSANDER. I will be with thee straight.118PUCK. Follow me thenTo plainer119ground.Exit LYSANDER, as following the voice.EnterDEMETRIUS.DEMETRIUS. Lysander, speak again!405Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? PUCK. 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, 410I’ll whip thee with a rod. He is defil’d That draws a sword on thee.DEMETRIUS. Yea, art thou there?PUCK. Follow my voice; we’ll try no manhood120here. Exeunt.EnterLYSANDER.LYSANDER. He goes before me, and still dares me on. When I come where he calls, then he is gone. 415The villain is much lighter-heel’d121than I; I followed fast, but faster he did fly, That fallen am I in dark uneven way,122And here will rest me. [Lies down.] Come, thou gentleday! For if but once thou show me thy gray light, 420I’ll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.Sleeps.EnterROBIN(PUCK)and DEMETRIUS.PUCK. Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why com’st thou not? DEMETRIUS. Abide123me, if thou dar’st; for well I wot124Thou run’st before me, shifting every place,And dar’st not stand, nor look me in the face. 425Where art thou now?118.straight. Immediately119.plainer. More open and clear120.we’ll . . . manhood. We will not test our bravery121.lighter-heel’d. Swifter122.way. Path123.Abide. Await124.wot. Know®What doesLysander find frus-trating about thechase on which Puckleads him?
WWords For EverydayUsea • bate (ə ba¯t´) vt., make less in amount, degree, orforcePUCK. Come hither; I am here.