certain results of the war, the destruction of Macduff's children, and the succession of Banquo's; but the imagination does not make these reflections at first; and the dreadfulness still remains, of potent demons speaking in the shapes of children. (*) But no more sights. What a world of horrors is in this little familiar phrase! THE QUARREL OF OBERON AND TITANIA. A FAIRY DRAMA. I have ventured to give the extract this title, because it not only contains the whole story of the fairy part of the Midsummer Night's Dream, but by the omission of a few lines, and the transposition of one small passage (for which I beg the reader's indulgence), it actually forms a separate little play. It is nearly such in the greater play; and its isolation was easily, and not at all injuriously effected, by the separation of the Weaver from his brother mechanicals. Enter OBERON at one door with his train; and TITANIA at Ober. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. Tit. What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence; I have forsworn his bed and company. Ober. Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord ? And in the shape of Corin sat all day Ober. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigenia, whom he ravished? And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, With Ariadne, and Antiopa? Tit. These are the forgeries of jealousy : * Nine men's morris: A rustic game, played with stones upon lines cut in the ground. No night is now with hymn or carol blest: From our debate, from our dissension: Ober. Do you amend it then: it lies in you: I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my henchman. * Tit. 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 the embarkèd traders on the flood; When we have laughed 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. And, for her sake, I will not part with him. Ober. How long within this wood intend you stay? *Henchman: Page. Tit. Perchance till after Theseus' wedding-day. [Exeunt TITANIA and her train. Ober. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove, Till I torment thee for this injury. My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, Ober. That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), 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, 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 love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness. † Fetch me that flower: the herb I show'd thee once: * At a fair vestal throned by the west.-An allusion to Queen Elizabeth. See in the Rev. Mr. Halpin's remarks on this passage, published by the Shakspeare Society, a most ingenious speculation on the hidden meaning of it, as a bit of secret court history. † Love-in-idleness: The heart's-ease. The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Ober. 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, And ere I take this charm off from her sight, I'll make her render up her page to me. Another part of the Wood. Enter TITANIA and her train. [Exit PUCK. [Exit OBERON. Tit. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song: Some, war with reremice for their leathern wings, SONG. 1st Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen. Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong; Come not near our fairy queen. Chorus. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby : Lulla, lulla, lullaby: lulla, lulla, lullaby; |