. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . eTo amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,Come from the farthest steppe of India ?But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,Your buskind mistress and your warrior love,To Theseus must be wedded, and you comeTo 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 thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?And make him with fair ^Egle break his faith,With Ariadne and Antiopa ? Titania. These are the forg
. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . eTo amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,Come from the farthest steppe of India ?But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,Your buskind mistress and your warrior love,To Theseus must be wedded, and you comeTo 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 thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?And make him with fair ^Egle break his faith,With Ariadne and Antiopa ? Titania. These are the forgeries of jealousy :And never, since the middle summers 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 disturbd our the winds, piping to us in vain,As in revenge, have suckd up from the seaContagious fogs ; which falling in the land,Hath every pelting river made so proud, ACT. II. 36 Sc. L. PETER QUINCE A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM That they have overborne their continents :The ox hath therefore stretchd his yoke in vain,The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attaind a beard :The fold stands empty in the drowned field,And crows are fatted with the murrion flock ;The nine mens morris is filld 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 seeThe seasons alter : hoary-headed frostsFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ;And on old Hiems thin and icy crownAn odorous chaplet of sweet summer budsIs, as in mockery, set : the spring, the summer,The childing autumn, angry winter, changeTheir wonted liv
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