And I in fury hither follow'd them; Fair Helena in fancy followinga me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, But, like in sickness, did I loath this food: We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. Come, Hippolyta. [Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train. DEM. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. That we are awake?] It seems to me, That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think, HEL. And Hippolyta. » She has found Demetrius, as a person picks up a jewel-for the moment it is his own, but its value may cause it to be reclaimed. She feels insecure in the possession of her treasure. The words in brackets are omitted in the folio. They are scarcely wanted. As they go out, BOTTOM awakes. Bor. 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 life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the 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 man 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, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke: Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [Exit. SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in Quince's House. Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING. QUIN. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? FLU. If he come not, then the play is marred; It goes not forward, doth it? FLU. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in Athens. QUIN. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice. FLU. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God bless us, a thing of naught. Enter SNUG. SNUG. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and 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 sixpence 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. • Patched fool-a fool in a particoloured coat. b Probably, at the death of Thisbe. Theobald would read "after death,"-that is, after Bottom had been killed in the part of Pyramus. Enter BOTTOM. BOT. Where are these lads? where are these hearts? QUIN. Bottom!-O most courageous day! O most happy hour! Bor. 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 everything, 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 together; 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, let Thisby have clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; go, away. [Exeunt. • Right is omitted in the folio. b Preferred-not in the sense of chosen in preference-but offered-as a suit is preferred. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, and Attendants. 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, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold That is the madman: the lover, all as frantic, The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination; And grows to something of great constancy; Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA. THE. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Lys. Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts! More than to us your bed! Wait in your royal walks, your board, THE. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours, Call Philostrate a. PHILOST. Here, mighty Theseus. THE. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening? The lazy time, if not with some delight? * The folio has "Call Egeus;" and to him nearly all the speeches subsequently given to Philostrate are assigned. As some stage convenience possibly suggested this arrangement in the folio, it is not worth while to derange the received allotment of the dialogue to Philostrate, which is that of the quartos. b Abridgment-pastime-something that may abridge "the lazy time." This is one explanation. Is it not, rather,-what short thing have you, of play, or mask, or music? |