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How comes this gentle concord in the world, vision. I have luad a dream, - past the wit of man That hatred is so far from jealousy,

to say what dream it was: -- Man is but an ass, if he To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?

go about to expound this dream. Methought I was Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,

there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, Half 'sleep, half wak ing : But as yet, I swear, and methought I had. — But man is but a patched I cannot truly say how I came here :

fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,

The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)

hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his I came with Hermia hither : our intent

tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a Without the peril of the Athenian law.

ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing I beg the law, the law upon his head.

it in the latter end of a play, before the duke : PerThey would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius, adventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall Thereby to have defeated you and me:

sing it at her death.

(Erit. You, of your wife; and me, of my consent; Of my consent that she should be your wife. SCENE IL. -Athens. A Room in Quince's House.

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither, to this wood;

Enter Quince, FLUTE, Snout, and StartuLING. And I in fury hither follow'd them;

Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is he Fair Helena in fancy following me.

come home yet? But, iny good lord, I wot not by what power,

Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he (But, by some power it is,) my love to Hermia,

is transported. Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now

Flu. If he come not then, the play is marred ; As the remembrance of an idle gawd,

It goes not forward, doth it? Which in my childhood I did dote upon :

Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man in And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,

all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, * it he. The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,

Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any Is only Helena. To her, my lord,

handycraft man in Athens. Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia :

Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :

very paramour, for a sweet voice. But, as in health, come to my natural taste,

Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,

God bless us, a thing of nought.
And will for evermore be true to it.
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately net :

Enter Snug.
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
Egeus, I will overbear your will;

Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the For in the temple, by and by with us,

temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies These couples shall eternally be knit.

more married : if our sport had gone forward, we

had all been made men. And, for the morning now is something worn, Our purpos’d hunting shall be set aside.

Flu. O sweet Bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,

sixpence a-day during his life ; he could not have We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.

'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given Come, Hippolyta.

him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be (Ereunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. hanged; he would have deserved it :'sixpence a-day, Dem. These things seem small and undistin

in Pyramus, or nothing. guishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

Enter Bo OM. Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye,

Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts? When every thing seems double.

Quin. Bottom! 0 most courageous day! O Hel.

So, methinks : most happy hour! And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,

Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders : but Mine own, and not mine own.

ask me not what; for if I tell you, I am no true Dem.

It seems to me,

Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it That yet we sleep, we dream. . Do not you think, fell out. The duke was here, and bid us follow him?

Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Her. Yea; and my father.

Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, Hel.

And Hippolyta.

is, that the duke hath dined : Get your apparel toLys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons

Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; to your pumps; meet presently at the palace ; every And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. man look o'er his part ; for, the short and the long

[Ereunt. is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby

have clean linen; and let not him, that plays the As they go out, Bottom awakes.

lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the But. When my cue comes, call me, and I will | lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions, answer :- my next is, Most fair Pyramus.--Hey, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath ; and I ho! - Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a sweet Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stolen comedy, No more words; awily; go, away. hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare

(Ereunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. The same. An Apartment in the The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Palace of Theseus.

Tearing ihe Thracian singer in their rages dont'?

That is an old device, and it was play'd
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PhilostrATE,

When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
Lords and Attendants.

The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers

Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. speak of.

That is some satire, Keen, and critical, The. More strange than true. I never may be- Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. lieve

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.

And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief? Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. More than cool reason ever comprehends.

How shall we find the concord of this discord ? The lunatick, the lover and the poet,

Philost. A play there is my lord, some ten words Are of imagination all compact :

long;
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; Which is as brief as I have known a play ;
That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantick, But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

Which makes it tedious: for in all the play
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

There is not one word apt, one player fitted. Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to And tragical, my noble lord, it is; heaven,

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
And, as imagination bodies forth

Which when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing The passion of loud laughter never shed.
A local habitation, and a name.

The. What are they that do play it?
Such tricks hath strong imagination ;

Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens That, if it would but apprehend some joy,

here, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ;

Which never labour'd in their minds till now; Or, in the night, imagining some fear,

And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories
How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear ?

With this same play, against your nuptial.
Hip. But all the story of the night told over, TheAnd we will hear it.
And all their minds transfigured so together,

Philost.

No, my noble lord, More witnesseth than fancy's images,

It is not for you : I have heard it over, And grows to something of great constancy ; And it is nothing, nothing in the world ; But, howsoever, strange, and admirable.

Unless you can find sport in their intents,

Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,
Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and

To do you service.
HELENA.

The.

I will hear that play ;
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and For never any thing can be amiss,
mirth.

When simpleness and duty tender it.
Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
Accompany your hearts

[Exeunt PhilostrATr.. Lys. More than to us

Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed ! And duty in his service perishing. The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such we have,

thing. To wear away this long age of three hours,

Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. Between our after-supper and bed-time?

The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for Where is our usual manager of mirth ?

nothing. What revels are in hand ? Is there no play,

Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?

And what poor duty cannot do,
Call Philostrate.

Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
Philost.
Here, mighty Theseus.

Where I have come, great clerks have purposed The. Say, what abridgment have you for this To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; evening?

Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
What mask, what musick ? How shall we beguile Make periods in the midst of sentences,
The lazy time, if not with some delight?

Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe; And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
Make choice of which your highness will see first. Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet,

[Giving a paper. Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome ; The. (reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be And in the modesty of fearful duty sim,

I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.

Of sawcy, and audacious eloquence.
We'll none of that : that have I told my love, Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity,
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.

In least, speak most, to my capacity.

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Enter PHILOSTRATE.

« And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is

Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper."

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak addrest.

better? The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpets.

Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard
Enter Prologue.

discourse, my lord.

The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence !
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will.
That you should think, we come not to offend,

Enter PYRAMUS.
But with good will. To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.

Pyr. “ () grim-look'd night! O night with hue

so black! Consider then, we come but in despite.

« O night, which ever art, when day is not ! We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight,

“ O night, О night, alack, alack, alack, We are not here. That you should here repent you,

“ I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! The actors are at hand ; and, by their show,

“ And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, You shall know all, that you are like to know.

“ That stand'st between her father's ground and The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

mine; Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt;

“ Thou wall, () wall, O sweet and lovely wall, he knows not the stop.

“ Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine A good moral, my lord : It

eyne. is not enough to speak, but to speak true.

[Wall holds up his fingers.

“ Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue,

for this! like a child on a recorder ; a sound, but not in

“ But what see I? No Thisby do I see. government. The. His speech was like a tangled chain ; no

“ O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; thing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

“ Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!"

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should Enter PYRAMUS and Tuisbe, Wall, Moonshine,

curse again. and Lion, as in dumb show.

Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving

me, is Thisby's cue : she is to enter now, and I ain Prol. “ Gentles perchance, you wonder at this to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will show;

fall pat as I told you :- -Yonder she comes. « But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. “ This man is Pyramus, if you would know ;

Enter Thisbe. “ This beauteous lady Thisby is, certáin.

This. “ ( wall, full often hast thou heard my “ This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present

moans, “ Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers For parting my fair Pyramus and me: sunder:

My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; “ And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee."

Pyr. “ I see a voice : now will I to the chinki, To whisper, at the which let no man wonder. “ To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. “ This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, “ Thisby!" “ Presenteth moon-shine : for, if you will know,

My love ! thou art my love, I think." “ By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn Pyr. “ Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's “ To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.

grace ; “ This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, “ And like Limander am I trusty still." “ The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,

This. “ And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." “ Did scare away, or rather did aflright :

Pyr. “ Not Shafalus to Procrus, was so true. • And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall;

This. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." “ Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain : Pyr. O, kiss me through the hole of this vile “ Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tal),

wall." “ And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : This. “ I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all." “ Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Pyr. “ Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me “ He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast ;

straightway?” " And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,

This. “ Tide life, tide death, I come without “ His dagger drew, and died.

For all the rest,

delay." * Let lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain, Wall. “ Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; • At large discourse, while here they do remain." “ And, being done, thus wall

away (Ereunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine.

[Exeunt Wall, PYRAMUS and Thisbe. The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak.

The. Now is the mural down betwee: the two Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when neighbours. many asses do.

Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so Wall. In this same interlude, it doth befall, wilful to hear without warning. • That I, one Snout by name, present a wall :

Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. “ And such a wall as I would have you think, The. The best in this kind are but shadows; and " That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink,

the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. “ Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not “ Did whisper often very secretly.

thoirs. “ This loam, this rougi. cast, and this stone, doth The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they

of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. That I am that same wall; the truth is so : Here come two noble beasts in, 1 moon and a lion

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Enter Lion and Moonshine.

Ospite!

“ But mark ; Poor knight, Lion. “ You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do

" What dreadful dole is here: fear

Eyes, do you see? • The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on

“ How can it be? floor,

“ O dainty duck! O dear! “ May now, perchance, both quake and tremble

“ Thy mantle good, here,

“ What, stain'd with blood ? * When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar,

“ Approach, ye furies fell! * Then know, that I, one Snug, the joiner, am

“ O fates! come, come; * A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam :

“ Cut thread and thrum ; & For if I should as lion come in strife

“ Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" * Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.”

The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

would go near to make a man look sad. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that

Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. e'er I saw.

Pyr. 0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

frame? The. True; and a goose for his discretion.

“ Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot

" Which is - no, no which was the fairest dame, carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.

“ That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd The. His discretion, I am sure cannot carry his

with cheer. valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is

" Come, tears, confound; well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to

" Out, sword, and wound the moon.

“ The pap of Pyramus : Hoon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon

Ay, that left pap, present :”

" Where heart doth hop :Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.

“ Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invi

« Now am I dead, sible within the circumference.

“ Now am I fled ; Acon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon

“ My soul is in the sky : present ;

“ Tongue, lose thy light! « Myself the man i'th'moon do seem to be."

“ Moon, take thy flight! The. This is the greatest error of all the rest :

“ Now die, die, die, die, die." the man should be put into the lantern : How is it

Erit Moonshinc. dse the man i'the moon.

Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. Dem. He dares not come there for the candle :

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; be for, you see, it is already in snuff.

is Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he

. , would change!

recover, and prove an ass. The. It appears, by his small light of discretion,

Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before that he is in the wane : but yet, in courtesy, il, all

Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? reason, we must stay the time.

The. She will find him by star-light. – Here she Lys. Proceed, moon.

comes; and her passion ends the play. Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon ;

Enter THISBE. this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my

Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, dog."

for such a Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern ;

Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyfor they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes

ramus, which Thisbe, is the better. Thisbe.

Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet Enter THISBE.

eyes. This. “ This is old Ninny's tomb : Where is my Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet. love?"

This. “ Asleep, my love? Lion. « Oh,

“ What, dead, my dove ? (The Lion roars. THISBE runs off

“ O Pyramus, arise, Dem. Well roared, lion. .

“ Speak, speak. Quite dumb ? The. Well run, Thisbe.

“ Dead, dead ? A tomb Hi. Well shone, moon. - Truly, the moon

« Must cover thy sweet eyes. shines with a good grace.

“ These lily brows, The. Well moused, lion.

- This cherry nose, (The Lion tears THISBE's mantle, and exit. “ These yellow cowslip cheeks, Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

“ Are gone, are gone : Lys. And then the moon vanishes.

“ Lovers, make moan !

“ His eyes were green as leeks. Enter PYRAMUS.

“ O sisters, three, Pyr. “ Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny

« Come, come to me, beams;

“ With hands as pale as milk; “ I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright:

Lay them in gore, “ For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,

“ Since you have shore si I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

“ With shears his thread of silk,

Tongue, not a word:

Enter Oberox and TITANIA, with their train. “Come, trusty sword; “ Come, blade, my breast imbrue:

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, " And farewell, friends;

By the dead and drowsy fire: " Thus Thisbe ends :

Every elf, and fairy sprite, “ Adieu, adieu, adieu.”

[Dies. Hop as light as bird from brier; The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the

And this ditty, after me, dead.

Sing, and dance it trippingly. Dem. Ay, and wall_took.

Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote : Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that To each word a warbling note, parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the

Hand in hand, with fairy grace, epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between Will we sing, and bless this place. two of our company.

SONG, AND DANCE. The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the Obe. Now, until the break of day, players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Through this house each fairy stray, Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and To the best bride-bed will we, hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have Which by us shall blessed be been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very

And the issue there create, notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask : Ever shall be fortunate. let your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns. So shall all the couples three The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :

Ever true in loving be; Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

And the blots of nature's hand I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,

Shall not in their issue stand; As much as we this night have overwatch'd.

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, This palpable-gross play hath well beguild

Nor mark prodigious, such as are The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to Despised in nativity, bed.

Shall upon their children be. A fortnight hold we this solemnity,

With this field-dew consecrate,
In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt. Every fairy take his gait;

And each several chamber bless,
SCENE II.

Through this palace with sweet peace :

E'er shall it in safety rest,
Enter Puck.

And the owner of it blest.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

Trip away ;
And the wolf behowls the moon.

Make no stay :
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

Meet me all by break of day.
All with weary task fordone.

[Ercunt Oberon, TITANIA, and traire Now the wasted brands do glow,

Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,

Think but this, (and all is mended,)
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,

That

you have but slumber'd here, In remembrance of a shroud,

While these visions did appear.
Now it is the time of night,

And this weak and idle theme,
That the graves, all gaping wide,

No more yielding but a dream,
Every one lets forth his sprite,

Gentles, do not reprehend;
In the church-way paths to glide :

If you pardon, we will mend.
And we fairies, that do run

And, as I'm an honest Puck,
By the triple Hecat's team,

If we have unearned luck
From the presence of the sun,

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
Following darkness like a dream,

We will make amends, ere long :
Now are frolick; not a mouse

Else the Puck a liar call. Shall disturb this hallow'd house :

So, good night unto you all. I am sent, with broom, before,

Give me your hands, if we be friends, To sweep the dust behind the door.

And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit.

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