So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep: 1 wonder of their being here together. The. No doubt they rose up early, to observe The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their Horns and shouts within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER, Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,- I came with Hermia hither: our intent Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you enough: have Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer:-- my next is, Most fair Pyramus.- Hey, ho! -Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my le! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,- past tre wit of man to say what dream it was: Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was there is no man can tell what, Methought I was, and methought I had,— But inan is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because end of the play, before the duke! Peradventure, to it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [Exeunt. man s I SCENE II.—Athens. A Room in Quince's House Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported. Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; It goes not forward, doth it? Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in Thereby to have defeated you and me: The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: [Exeunt THE., HIP., EGE., and train, Dem. These things seem small and undistinguish able, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is Enter SNUG. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, an there is two or three lords and ladies more married: if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men. Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost six-pence a day during his life; he could not have 'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing. Enter BOTTOM. Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts? Quin. Bottom!-0 most courageous day! © most happy hour! Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel tgether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the palace: every man look o'er his part; for, the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case ict Thisby have clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Hel. So methinks: And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, eat no onions, nor garlic for we are to utter sweet ACT V. SCENE I-An Apartment in the Palace of Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Hip. "Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of. The. More strange than true, I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Are of imagination all compact: The sees more devils than vast hell can hold; Which makes it tedious: for in all the play Which never labor'd in their minds till now; No, my noble lord. It is not for you: I have heard it over, And it is nothing, nothing in the world; Unless you can find sport in their intents, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination; That, if it would but apprehend some joy, Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and The Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth,- To wear away this long age of three hours, What revels are in hand? Is there no play, Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. The. Say what abridgement have you for this evening? What mask? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight? Philist. There is a brief," how many sports are ripe; Make choice of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper. The [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs to be sung, By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Taring the Thracian singer in their rage. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death A tetines brief scene of young Pyramus, And his love Thisbe: very tragical mirth. ferry and tragical? Tedious and brief? That is hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. fox shall we find the concord of this discord! Phil. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long Which is as brief as I have known a play: But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; 4 Compacted, made. • Pastime. e Short account. To do you service, The. I will hear that play; For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in;-and take your places, ladies [Exit PHILOSTRATE. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his service perishing. The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Enter PHILOSTRATE. Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is addrest. The. Let him approach. Flourish of trumpets. Enter Prologue. Prol. If we offend, it is with our good-will. We do not come as minding to content you. We are not here. That you should here repent you. The actors are at hand; and by their show, The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. The. His speech was like a tangled chain; no thing impaired but all disordered. Who is next? Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion, as in dumb show. Prol. "Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show; Ready. • A musical instrument But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. "This mar Pyramus, if you would know; This bra iteous lady Thisby is, certain. "This man with lime and rough-cast, doth present "Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder: “And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are content "To whisper; at the which let no man wonder. "This man with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, "Presenteth moon-shine: for, if you will know, "By neon-hine did these lovers think no scorn To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. "This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, The trusty Tusby, coming first by night, Did scare away, or rather did affright: And, as she died, her mantle she did fall; "Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: "Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, "He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; "And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, "His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, "At large discourse, while here they do remain." Ec. Prol., PYR., THISBE, Lion, unt Moonshine. The. I wonder if the lion be to speak. Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do. Wall. In this same interlude, it doth befall, "That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: "And such a wall, as I would have you think, "That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, "Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, "Did whisper often very secretly. "This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth show, "That I am that same wall; the truth is so: "And this the cranny is, right and sinister, "Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord. The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! Enter PYRAMUS. Pyr. "O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! "O night, which ever art, when day is not! "O night, ( night, alack, alack, alack, "I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! "And, thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, "That stand'st between her father's ground and mine! "Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, "Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne. [Wall holds up his fingers. "Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this! "But what see I! No Thisby do I see. O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; "Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!" The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you:-Yonder she comes. Enter THISBE. This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, "For parting my fair Pyramus and me: "My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; "Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee." Pyr. "I see a voice: now will I to the chink, To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. "Thisby!" This. "My love, thou art my love, I think." This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." This. "I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all." ⚫ Called. Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb straightway!"* This." Tide life, tide death, I come without Wal!." Thus have I, wall, my part disch "And, being done, thus wall away doth go Exeunt Wall, PYRAMUS, ant↑ The. Now is the mural down between neighbors. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when wall wilful to hear without warning. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever! The. The best in this kind are but shadow the worst are no worse, if imagination amen Hip. It must be your imagination then, theirs. The. If we imagine no worse of them, the of themselves, they may pass for excel Here come two noble beasts in, a moon, and Enter Lion and Moonshine. Lion. "You, ladies, you, whose gentle hea fear "The smallest monstrous mouse that cre floor, "May now, perchance, both quake and trem "When lion rough in wildest rage doth ro "Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am "A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: "For if I should as lion come in strife "Into this place, 'twere pity on my life." The. A very gentle beast and of a good cons Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, th I saw. Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valor. The. True; and a goose for his discretion. Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valor carry his discretion; and the fox carries the The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot cam valor; for the goose carries not the fox. It st leave it to his discretion, and let us hister moon. Moon. "This lantern doth the horned Moon. "This lantern doth the horned present: 'Myself the man i'the moon do seem to be." The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: man should be put into the lantern: How is the man i the moon! Dem. He dares not come there for the cam for you see, it is already in snuff. Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would would change! The. It appears, by his small light of discret that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in reason, we must stay the time. Lus. Proceed, moon. Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you. the lantern is the moon: I, the man in the moon; thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, iny Dem. Why all these should be in the lante for they are in the moon. But, silence; comes Thisbe. at dreadful dole is here? Eyes, do you see? What, stain'd with blood? roach, furies fell! ye O fates! come, come; il, crush, conclude, and quell!" This passion, and the death of a dear friend, go near to make a man look sad. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. "0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame? ce lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: chis-no, no-which was the fairest dame, at liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd "with cheer.3 *Come, tears, confound; he Out, sword, and wound pap of Pyramus: "Ay, that left pap, "Where heart doth hop: hus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled, fy soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light! Now die, die, die, die, die." [Dies.- Exit Moonshine. e. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. s. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he othing. Se. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet wer, and prove an ass. I. How chance moonshine is gone, before she comes back and finds her lover? The. She will find him by star-light.-Here she nes; and her passion ends the play. Den. And thus she moans, videlicet.— This." Asleep, my love? "O Pyramus, arise, "Speak, speak. Quite dumb? "Must cover thy sweet eyes. "Are gone, are gone: "With shears, his thread of silk. Tongue, not a word: "Come, trusty sword; "Come, blade, my breast imbrue: "And farewell, friends; "Thus Thisbe ends: "Adieu, adieu, adieu." [Dies. The Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and wall too. B. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the que, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our company? The No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the payers are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and anged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is truly; and very tably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: et your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns. • Countenance. ↑ Coarse yarn. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, That the graves all gaping wide, By the triple of Hecate's team, Following darkness like a dream, To sweep the dust behind the door. Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Tr: in. Hop as light as bird from brier; Sing, and dance it trippingly. Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: SONG, AND DANCE. Obe. Now, until the break of day, And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be.- And each several chamber bless, And the owner of it blest. Trip away; Make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, • Overcome. Portentous. Way. And not to be seen to wink of all the day, King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; And then grace us in the disgrace of death Therefore, brave conquerors:- for so you are, Biron. I can but say their protestation over, Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most Which with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain: To seek the light of truth; while truth the while Light, seeking light, both light of light beguile: By fixing it upon a fairer eye; Study is like the heaven's glorious sun. That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks: |