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William Shakespeare's
"A Midsummer Night's Dream"
some additional scenes
by Edward L. Stauff
version 9/30/91
COPYRIGHT NOTICE
Copyright 1991 by Edward L. Stauff. The author grants permission
to copy and distribute this story for personal, non-profit use,
provided that it is copied without modification and includes this
notice. All other rights are reserved.
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
For those readers whose familiarity with "A Midsummer
Night's Dream" is incomplete, the following synopsis is given of
the events leading up to the following scenes. Hermia is loved by
Lysander and Demetrius. She in turn loves Lysander, but her
father has promised her to Demetrius. By Athenian law she must
obey, or face death or a nunnery. Demetrius is loved by Hermia's
close friend Helena, whom he seduced, betrothed, and then spurned
for Hermia. Hermia and Lysander plot to meet in a wood and escape
Athens so they can be married. They confide in Helena, who then
reveals their plans to Demetrius. In the wood a love spell
intended for Demetrius is visited upon Lysander instead, who
falls in love with Helena, spurning Hermia. Demetrius then
becomes similarly enchanted. Lysander and Demetrius pursue each
other through the wood, intent on battle over Helena. Hermia
chases Helena, convinced that they are all playing a mean trick
on her. Meanwhile, a group of rough townspeople have come into
the wood to rehearse a play. One of their number, Nick Bottom, is
enchanted into having an ass's head by Puck, a fairy. His friends
run off in fear. Titania, queen of the fairies, has fallen victim
to the love spell and falls in love with Bottom.
Act III Scene II ends with the four lovers asleep in the
wood, near but unaware of each other.
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Act III. Scene III. -- Another part of the The Wood.
Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, Fairies attending, and PUCK,
unseen.
TITA. Come, bathe with me in yonder pool and, when Refresh'd
and sweeten'd by its waters, then Upon its mossy shores we will
recline And tenderly our sep'rate limbs entwine Like vines which
on some ancient trunk advance And there perform love's horizontal
dance.
BOT. As for dancing, I'll jig along with the best of 'em,
and as for twining, I'll tie us up like so much string; but as
for bathing, I'd as lief skip over that and proceed with the
rest.
TITA. Thou art no less than perfect in my sight, More
precious to me is thy every word. But thou about thee hast an air
of blight; Such imperfection thou canst not afford.
BOT. Tis true my faults are few and of little significance,
and if the air be made no sweeter by my presence (which I doubt),
consider how much worse would smell my corpse, freshly drownded:
I can dance and sing, but neither fly nor swim.
TITA. This shallow pond's no deeper than my chest, Upon
which, while you bathe, your head will rest. Of drowning I can
pacify your fear. Come fairies, do assist me with my dear.
PUCK. Now ere long they shall see Other ass anatomy. So I'll
watch, here conceal'd, What's about to be reveal'd.
BOT. Here, master Cobweb, would you steal a man's clothes
straight off his back? Masters Peas-Blossom and Mustard-Seed, my
boots will not serve you to wear, for they are too large, nor
will they serve you as drinking-horns, for they are too holy.
Nay, master Moth, my trousers too? Help me, lest I fall! [Falls
in water
TITA. What royal sceptre of heroic size Is this that doth
thy graceful loins adorn? Art thou bold Priapus in some disguise?
What melodies I'll play upon this horn!
BOT. [Aside] Be this bludgeon curse or blessing I cannot
say, but if I have this water to thank for it, I have a new-found
friend in water. [To TITA.] I'll rise to the occasion.
TITA. Thou art my conquerer: now I do brace Myself for thou
to serve the coup de grace. Be merciful as thou thy weapon wield:
Not quick, but slow, and so this flesh will yield. Oh! Ah! By all
the gods! I am impaled!
PUCK. Tomcats have tenderness In their mating nothing less
Than this oaf, in disguise, Battering Titania's thighs.
TITA. I am an endless field which thou must plough Forever,
for I cannot have enou Of thy embrace. But here, thy seed is sown
In such a raging torrent as to drown Me from within. Now in some
other wise Thou must to me make love, nor criticize This thy
performance for its brevity, For much superior longevity Have
fingers, lips and tongue. Nay, do not sleep! Awaken! O, how canst
thou lie so deep In slumber, having sated well thy lust, While
for a similar contentment must Titania to her own devices turn?
COB. O most beloved queen, wilt thou not spurn This rude,
ill-mannered mortal?
TITA. Say not so. While sleeps my love, apart from him we'll
go Some little distance, so thereby to wake Him not, while we my
passion try to slake. Come fairies, if you can, Complete what he
began. [Exeunt TITA. and Fairies
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Act III. Scene IV. -- The Wood. Demetrius, Lysander, Helena,
and Hermia asleep.
HER. [Asleep] Lysander, oh my love, Lysander, oh. Demetrius,
upon thy honor, no.
HEL. [Wakens] Who calls? Where art thou, pray? I cannot see.
HER. Sweet Helena my friend, why mock'st thou me?
HEL. Tis Hermia. Does she then seek me yet? No, here she
sleeps, her eyes, though closed, still wet With bitter tears shed
all for her late love Lysander.
HER. Thought I Helena above Such cruel pranks.
HEL. O Hermia, awake! I prithee, listen to me for thy sake
And mine. Lysander's love hath flown I know, But not mine own.
See how I hold thee so Within my arms? Awake!
HER. [Wakens] O gentle friend, I dreamed my dear Lysander's
love did end.
HEL. I fear thou must now hate me all anew For I must tell
thee that thy dream is true. Yet by our friendship I implore thee
now To hate me not. Does not my weeping show That I as much as
you by this their blade Of fickle love have been a victim made?
See how my tears do mix with thine.
HER. O now I do believe thy innocence. But how Is it that I
have lost Lysander's eye To you, without your help therewith? And
why Does my belov'd Demetrius turn round His fancy and pursue me
like some hound?
HEL. It seems to me most strange that men should call Us
women fickle -- us indeed! -- when all Your love and mine for our
respective swains Has never swerved. They have our hearts in
chains And, pulling on them in this tug-o'-war, Do seek to split
them both asunder.
HER. Or Perhaps they seek to test our love by trial Of this
ordeal.
HEL. Or might it be that while The two of us, once friends,
now bitter foes (Or so they do believe) do offer blows To one
another, they, while laughing at such sport Do wager on the
winner, tall or short?
HER. Or could their hearts by jealousy have been So poison'd
as to treat us so? They've seen The love we bear each other. Is
it this?
HEL. If it indeed be so, then with a kiss Let us now seal
our love anew 'gainst such Attacks.
HER. O let me feel again the touch Of your soft lips on
mine. It warms my blood And stirs my passion.
HEL. And mine too. So good! Do take your hand and place it
thus upon My breast.
HER. And you the same.
HEL. I will, anon.
HER. & HEL. Ah, oh, etc.
HER. This tender pair is soft, but softer still 'Neath my
caressing hand would be thy skin, Beneath this fabric you so
sweetly fill.
HEL. Let me uncover that which lies within.
HER. O lovely, sacred hill! This perfect curve Of tender
flesh would as a temple serve For Venus or for Sappho. Here's one
more! There's one for each.
HEL. You know how I adore The feeling of your clever
fingers' touch Upon these hemispheres, but just as much Do I
adore your lips upon my -- oh!
HER. Is this the right location?
HEL. Even so.
HER. O Helena, please do me likewise. Here, I'll bare my
chest for you to kiss, my dear.
HEL. Such regal mountains these! They quite eclipse My
modest charms. Now let me touch --
HER. Your lips, At once! Look here, see how my nipples
strain To feel thy lips and tongue? Oh, taste again.
HEL. With every lick these rosy buds become More sweet, more
plump, each one just like some pomegranate seed. If only I had
these With which my fair Demetrius to please.
HER. O Helena! Thy breasts, while not so great In size than
mine, are still no less a treat For fingers, lips and tongue. Fie
on such talk!
HEL. [Aside] Though had I hers, I know not how I'd walk. [To
HEL.] Then while upon my bosom you employ Your mouth, your hand
may give me greater joy By stealing up between my thighs like
this And touch me where my passion's centre is.
HER. What have we here? A hungry mouth indeed That drooleth
so, and see how it doth feed Upon my fingers, swallowing them
whole. What, no obstruction? 'Pon my very soul, Thy virgin seal
is broken.
HEL. Is not thine?
HER. None but my dear Lysander shall have mine, And him not
til we legally are wed, And lie together on our nuptual bed. A
maiden am I yet (though hardly chaste). But spread apart these
thighs and let me taste The nectar from this fountain that doth
flow So copiously.
HEL. O God, sweet Hermia, oh! How well thou knowest how to
pleasure me. Now do you take that secret, tender pea Of flesh,
that organ, in this wise unique, Whose solitary purpose is to
wreak Upon us women ecstasy complete, Around that spot your
ministrations mete Until I -- til I -- til -- ah, there, I spend!
I come! Sweet Hermia, my love, my friend!
DEM. [Wakes] Did I but dream a dream? Or did I hear My
Helena cry out as if in fear Or anguish?
HEL. Oh!
DEM. Her voice again, but whence? On winged feet I'd fly to
her defense Had I but some direction.
HER. Now permit Me from you likewise to receive. I'll sit
With care upon your upturn'd face, And with your tongue you'll
give me joy apace.
DEM. Is't Hermia I hear? And is her will On Helena's undoing
fixed still? Another cry! I must give chase -- but here They are,
engag'd in battle most severe, Already each the other's garments
has Halfway torn off, and Hermia, alas, With her backside has
Helena's poor head Entrapp'd. She does not struggle, is she dead?
Thou wicked Hermia!
HER. Demetrius!
DEM. O murderess most foul and hideous, Desist!
HEL. Demetrius!
DEM. Desist, I say!
HER. & HEL. Demetrius!
DEM. She lives? O, happy day!
HEL. How dare you interrupt our happy sport? Is it for
jealousy thou hast cut short Our lovemaking?
DEM. Lovemaking?
HEL. Have you lost Your wits or just your manners? Has the
frost Upon your heart crept up into your brain?
DEM. That I have made an error is now plain, And I do beg
forgiveness from you both. To Helena again I pledge my troth From
whom it should have never been remov'd: 'Tis thee I love.
HEL. And how can this be prov'd, That you do with Lysander
not attempt To turn my love for Hermia to contempt And likewise
hers for me?
DEM. If truly sought I Hermia, not thee, and if I thought To
take her thus and ravish her, why should I pause, with none to
stop me in this wood, She with her chastity all compromis'd? Yet
see, I free her.
HEL. Am I then despis'd No longer?
DEM. Helena, so do I swear.
HER. I trust him not.
HEL. Nor yet I, but come here Demetrius, and kiss me as you
once Were wont to do. What bliss! But for the nonce I must
require of thee further proof. Make love to me, and if thou canst
aloof From Hermia remain, while she doth stay Within thy easy
reach, then thou canst say Thou lovest me, and then I will
believe.
DEM. Your wish is mine. Make ready to receive Me.
HER. This I cannot witness.
HEL. Pray, wherefore? Ere long Lysander, whom you do adore,
Will likewise with you this same act commit.
HER. Ye Gods, the size! However will it fit?
HEL. It has betimes. See, in it slides with ease. O dearest
dear Demetrius, you please Me far beyond description.
DEM. Thou likewise.
DEM. & HEL. Ah, oh, etc.
LYS. [Wakes] I dreamed, or thought I dreamed, or dreamed I
thought That for the love of Helena I fought Against Demetrius, I
having lost Somewhere my love for Hermia: a most Distressing
dream indeed. But listen, what Impassion'd exclamations are these
that I hear? One voice I think I recognize: Demetrius, though I
can but surmise The other, therefore I'll upon them spy; If
Hermia's despoil'd, then he shall die.
HER. Lysander!
LYS. Hermia! Has he dared assault Thee?
HER. Nay my love, while I cannot exalt Demetrius, he has by
neither word Nor hand assaulted me.
DEM. Retire thy sword, Our quarrel is no longer, now my
heart To Helena belongs, as once before, And so, gods willing,
will be evermore.
HEL. Lysander, put away thy steel and sheathe Thy sword in
Hermia.
LYS. Do you bequeathe Me thy virginity?
HER. As always: when We are by marriage join'd, and only
then.
HEL. In this our amorous play you may join And yet not spend
your precious virgin coin; A hundred variations has the sport Of
love, we'll demonstrate a diff'rent sort. I'll take in hand
Demetrius' proud tool, Still wet from bathing in my secret pool,
And guide it to another pair of lips And from his fountain take
lascivious sips.
HER. Is there to your debauchery no end? How could I thus I
cannot comprehend.
HEL. And wherefore should Lysander's sex be so Much less
delicious than my own?
HER. I do Not know, I must confess.
HEL. Or must I show You how --
HER. You have.
HEL. -- upon Lysander now?
HER. Upon Lysander?
HEL. Yes.
LYS. Yes!
HER. & DEM. No!
LYS. No?
HEL. Come Hither Hermia, I will give you some Instruction in
the eating of a man.
HER. Touch not Lysander.
HEL. Nay, here is my plan: Upon Demetrius I'll demonstrate,
And likewise you may recapitulate Upon thy dear Lysander. Cease
thy quest Within his clothing and instead divest Him of that
interfering cloth. There stands The object of thy search. Now
with thy hands Its measure take, examine length and girth And
firmness like a merchant checks the worth Of some fresh sausage;
then likewise that pair Of eggs that hangs beneath, but have a
care: Be gentle, lest they break. Upon the crown Now place a kiss
like this, then likewise down Its length proceed. From root to
tip employ Thy tongue, and thereby thy first taste enjoy.
LYS. What ecstasy upon me Hermia wreaks!
HER. Do I indeed? But what is this: it leaks.
HEL. Waste not such precious drops, let them upon Your
tongue dissolve, there's more to come anon. Let him the circle of
your lips invade, But with your hands create a barricade Like
this, lest he unknowing in his lust Should choke you with some
overzealous thrust.
DEM. Hast thou enough instruction given now? If not, leave
off explaining; rather show Her by example: I would have thee use
Thy mouth some other wise.
HEL. I'll not refuse.
DEM. & LYS. Ah, oh, etc.
DEM. O Helena, this dedicated toil Of thine on my behalf
doth bring to boil My passion, yea even my very blood, And more:
lover, prepare thee for the flood!
HER. This tribulation must I also bear?
LYS. I'll not demand it of you, Hermia dear. Yet do you your
decision quickly make, For of thy wondrous sucking I can take But
little more, before I -- Hermia, oh!
HEL. Employ thy hands; nay, do not let him go, Thou need not
drink his seed. There, gently hold His fountain as it spurts.
HER. I'm not so bold As you, to drink this draught, though
it is less A measure than I feared, but what a mess!
HEL. 'Tis but a few spoons' worth: enough.
HER. Dear friends, Belov'd Lysander, here with acts of love
We have for our distractions made amends. Tomorrow we shall from
this wood remove Ourselves, and to Lysander's aunt repair Where
we in proper legal form may take, Our wedding vows, and finish
this affair. I bid you all good slumber, till we wake.
[Enter Puck, unseen.]
PUCK All asleep, their passions sated, Dream that they will
soon be mated; Have no worry, it is fated. All's made well: I am
elated. [Exit Puck
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