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58  Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

The. 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-lapp'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?

Ege. 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.

The. 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?

Ege. It is, my lord.

The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.

Horns and they wake. Shout within. They all start up.

Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

Lys. Pardon, my lord.

The.I pray you all, stand up.  121 chiding: noise (of hounds) 126 flew'd: having large chaps sanded: of a sandy color 129 mouth: voice bells: i.e., a chime of bells 133 soft: stop 140 in grace of: i.e., to grace 145 Saint Valentine; cf. n. 