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"The raging rocks,
"With fhivering fhocks,
"Shall break the locks
"Of prison-gates;
"And Phibbus' car
"Shall fhine from far,

"And make and mar

"The foolish fates."

This was lofty!-Now name the rest of the players.This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is more condoling.

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.

Flu. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. You must take Thisby on you.

Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight?

Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love.

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

Quin. That's all one; you fhall play it 'in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will.

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too: I'll speak in a monftrous little voice ;-Thifne, Thifne,Ab, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby dear! and lady dear! Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, Flute, you Thisby.

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Bot. Well, proceed.

Quin. Robin Starveling, the taylor.

Star. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother. Tom Snowt, the Tinker.

Snow. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's father;

1 in a mask,]—as was usual, when men play'd the characters of women.

-Snug,

-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part:-and, I hope,

there is a play fitted.
Snug. Have you
be, give it me, for I am flow of study.

Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, that I will make the duke fay, Let him roar again, let him roar again.

the lion's part written? pray you,

if it

Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the dutchefs and the ladies, that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all.

All. That would hang us every mother's fon.

Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more difcretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my voice fo, that I will roar you as gently as any fucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.

Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus: for Pyramus is a fweet-fac'd man; a proper man, as one fhall see in a summer's-day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs play Pyramus.

Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I beft to play it in ?

Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your ftraw-coloured beard, your orange- tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.

Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-fac'd.-But, masters, here are

flow of ftudy.]-in getting a part by rote.

b French crowns &c.]-The common confequence of the corona veneris is baldness.

your

your parts and I am to entreat you, request you, and defire you, to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moon light; there will we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time, I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.

Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse more 'obfcenely, and courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.

Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.

Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

A Wood.

Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck (or Robin-goodfellow) at another.

Puck. How now, fpirit! whither wander you?
Fai. Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the 'moones sphere;

obscenely,]-privately, and with less restraint.

Hold, or cut bow-ftrings.]-I'll be there moft affuredly, whether my bow-ftrings hold or break ;-If I fail, cut my bow-ftrings, and fpoil me for an archer, or, perhaps, a fidler.

moones]-the Saxon genitive cafe.

as whales bone."

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LOVE'S LABOUR LOST, A&t V, S. 2. Biron.

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And I ferve the fairy queen,

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To dew. her " orbs upon the green: The cowflips tall her "penfioners be; • In their gold coats spots you fee; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their favours: I muft go feek fome dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowflip's ear. Farewel, thou lob of fpirits, I'll be gone

Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to night;

Take heed, the queen come not within his fight.
For Oberon is paffing fell and wrath,
Because that she, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy, ftol'n from an Indian king,
She never had fo fweet a 'changeling:
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forefts wild:
But fhe, per-force, withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy;
And now they never meet in grove, or green,
By fountain clear, or fpangled ftar-light 'fheen,
But they do fquare; that all their elves, for fear,
Creep in acorn cups, and hide them there.

m orbs]-verdant circles on the ground, where fairies dance. n penfioners]-compofe her train or retinue; band or guard of pen. fioners, prime favourites.

• In their gold coats fpots you fee ;]

"A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
"I' th' bottom of a cowflip."

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CYMBELINE, A&t II, S. 2. Jack.

Plob]-looby, lubber.

changeling-ufually applied to the child faid to be left by the fairies, here to that taken away.

'fheen,]-gay, bright.

fquare;1-jar, quarrel, difagree.

"Mine honefty and I begin to fquare."

ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, A& III, S. 11. Eno.

Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,
Call'd Robin-goodfellow: Are you not he,
That fright the maidens of the villagʼry;

And fometimes make the breathlefs housewife churn
Skim milk; and bootlefs labour in the "quern ;
And fometime make the drink to bear no * barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck :
Are not you
he?

Puck. I am, thou speak'st aright;

I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
When I a fat and bean-fed horfe beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a goffip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab;
And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the faddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot ftool mistaketh me;
Then flip I from her bum, down topples she,
And taylor cries, and falls into a cough:

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And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe,

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Robin-goodfelleav:]-or Puck, a mischievous sprite, fond of creating domeftic confufion; employed by Oberon to detect the intrigues of Tutania.

* Skim milk; and fometimes labour in the quern,

And bootlefs make the breathlefs hufwife churn;
quern ;]-hand-mill.

x barm]-yeast.

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Y aunt,]-crone, old woman; bawd, trull.

"Are fummer fongs for me and my aunts."

WINTER'S TALE, A&t IV, S. 2. Aut.

taylor cries,]-an old exclamation on a perfon's flipping befide his chair, who then refembles a taylor fquatting on his board-And tail-fore cries-And rails, or cries.

VOL. II.

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