THE MIDSUMMER NIGHT.
(A DRAMATIC SCENE).
An Open Place. Trees growing about it—low shrubs and a Wood close at hand.
Enter Shakespeare—a boy,from the wood.
SHAKESPEARE.
PSHAW! I have taken the wrong path again!
Plague on those tempting bushes! 'Twill be long
Ere I come here for berries any more.—
'Tis growing dusk: how shall I find my way?
And I so weary too! Well, bye and bye,
When the moon rises, I can try again
