ACT IV
1. SCENE I. The Wood.
 (continued)
THESEUS
 
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
 
So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung
 
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
 
Crook-knee'd and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls;
 
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
 
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
 
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
 
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly.
 
Judge when you hear.--But, soft, what nymphs are these? 
 
EGEUS
 
My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;
 
And this Lysander; this Demetrius is;
 
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena:
 
I wonder of their being here together. 
 
THESEUS
 
No doubt they rose up early to observe
 
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
 
Came here in grace of our solemnity.--
 
But speak, Egeus; is not this the day
 
That Hermia should give answer of her choice? 
 
EGEUS
 
It is, my lord. 
 
THESEUS
 
Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. 
 
[Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER,HERMIA, and HELENA
 
awake and start up.] 
 
Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past;
 
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? 
 
LYSANDER
 
Pardon, my lord. 
 
[He and the rest kneel to THESEUS.] 
 
THESEUS
 
I pray you all, stand up.
 
I know you two are rival enemies;
 
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
 
That hatred is so far from jealousy
 
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? 
 
LYSANDER
 
My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
 
Half 'sleep, half waking; but as yet, I swear,
 
I cannot truly say how I came here:
 
But, as I think,--for truly would I speak--
 
And now I do bethink me, so it is,--
 
I came with Hermia hither: our intent
 
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be,
 
Without the peril of the Athenian law. 
 
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