He shaded his forehead as though he were watching Quince , Snout , Bottom , and the others rehearsing Pyramus and Thisbe , and , in a voice as deep as Three Cows asking to be milked , he began : ` What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here , So near the cradle of our fairy Queen ? ' He stopped , hollowed one hand round his ear , and , with a wicked twinkle in his eye , went on : ` What , a play toward ? I 'll be auditor ; An actor , too , perhaps , if I see cause . ' The children looked and gasped . The small thing -- he was no taller than Dan 's shoulder -- stepped quietly into the Ring . ` I 'm rather out of practice , ' said he ; ` but that 's the way my part ought to be played . ' Still the children stared at him -- from his dark-blue cap , like a big columbine flower , to his bare , hairy feet . At last he laughed . ` Please do n't look like that . It is n't my fault . What else could you expect ? ' he said . ` We did n't expect any one , ' Dan answered , slowly . ` This is our field . ' ` Is it ? ' said their visitor , sitting down . ` Then what on Human Earth made you act Midsummer Night 's Dream three times over , on Midsummer Eve , in the middle of a Ring , and under -- right under one of my oldest hills in Old England ? Pook 's Hill -- Puck 's Hill -- Puck 's Hill -- Pook 's Hill ! It 's as plain as the nose on my face . ' He pointed to the bare , fern-covered slope of Pook 's Hill that runs up from the far side of the mill-stream to a dark wood .
Beyond that wood the ground rises and rises for five hundred feet , till at last you climb out on the bare top of Beacon XXXXX , to look over the Pevensey Levels and the Channel and half the naked South Downs .
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