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Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and,
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou?
Puck. Come hither; I am here.
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. shalt buy this dear,
good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.Thou Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Must. Ready.
If ever I thy face by day-light see:
Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, [east; Abate thy hours: shine comforts, from the That I may back to Athens, by day-light, From these that my poor company detest:And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Puck. Yet but three? Come one more;
Thus to make poor females mad.
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe; Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lies down.
Puck. On the ground
To your eye,
Gentle lover remedy.
[Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eye. When thou wak'st,
In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown: Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
[Exit PUCK.-DEM. HEL. &c. sleep.
OBERON advances. Enter PUCK.
Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flourets' eyes,
[Touching her eyes with an herb
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Tita. How came these things to pass?
Titania, music call; and strike more dead
Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine
Obe. Sound, music. [Still Music.] Come, my
Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark;
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train.
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here
But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with
Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and start up.
The. Good-morrow friends. Saint Valentine
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
[He and the rest kneel to THEseus.
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
I beg the law, the law upon his head.-
Thereby to have defeated you and me:
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
[Exeunt THE. HIP. EGE. and train.
When every thing seems double.
Hel. So methinks:
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
and not mine own. Dem. It seems to me,
That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you
The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple.
And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt.
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 garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I and I do not doubt, but to hear them will answer: my text is, Most fair Pyrumus. say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words: Hey, ho!-Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-away; go, away. [Exeunt. mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I
As they go out, BOTTOM awakes.
Palace of THESEUS.
THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE,
Hip. "Tis strange, my Theseus, that these
The. More strange than true. I never may believe
have had a most rare vision. I have had a SCENE I.-The sume.-An Apartment in the 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. 1 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 STAR
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 all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he.
Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handycraft 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 nought.
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.
Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts?
Quin. Bottom! O most courageous day! O 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
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
And, as imagination bodies forth
Hip. But all the story of the night told over,
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and
shall we have,
Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love,
Philost. Here, mighty Theseus.
The. Say, what abridgment; have you for
Are made of mere imagination.
The. Let him approach.
Make choice of which your highness will see
The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.
We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
The riot of the tipsy Bucchanals,
Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.
The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
Which is as brief as I have known a play;
Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in
Which never laboured in their minds till now;
Philost. No, my noble lord,
It is not for you: I have heard it over,
[Flourish of trumpets.
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will,
We do not come as minding to content you,
You shall know all, that you are like to know.
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
"By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn "To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to
The. I will hear that play;
Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this"
The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for
Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake:
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,
"And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: "Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful [breast;
"He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody "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."
Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
[Exeunt PROLOGUE, THISBE, LION, and 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 "Did whisper often very secretly. [Thisby, "This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone
Pyr. "O grim-look'd night! O night with" hue so black!
"O night, which ever art, when day is not! "O night, O 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!
"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." Pyr. "Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
"And like Limander am I trusty still." This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me
Pyr. "Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true," This. "As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.' O, kiss me through the hole of this Pyr. vile wall." This. "I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all."
Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me
This. "Tide life, tide death, I come without
Wall." Thus have I, wall, my part discharg
"And, being done, thus wall away doth go." [Exeunt WALL, PYRAMUS, and THISBE. The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.
Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning.
Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.
Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent
Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am "When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. "A lion felt, 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 con
Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw.
Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. The. True; and a goose for his discretion. carry his discretion; and the fox carries the Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot
his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry listen to the moon. It is well leave it to his discretion, and let us
Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon
Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.
The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference.
Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon present;
« Myself the man i'the moon do seem to be." The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: is it else the man i'the moon? the man should be put into the lantern: How
Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: for, you see, it is already in snuff.*
Hip. I am weary of this moon: Would, he would change!
tion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in courThe. It appears, by his small light of discretesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Lys. Proceed, moon.
that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, this dog, my dog. moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and
Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for they are in the moon. But, silence: here comes Thisbe.