| 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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