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Here will I rest me, till the break of day. |Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
(Lies down. Genily entwist,—the female ivy so
Eurings the varky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
[They sleep. To your eye,
Oberon advances. Enter Puck.
(Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this
Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
(For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Nought shall go ill;
Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes, The man shall have his mare again, and all shall Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. be well. (Ex. Puck.-Dem. Hel. Soc. sleep. When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
And she, in mi!:/ terms, begg'd my patience,
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo SCENE I.-The same. Enter Titania and Bot. This hateful imperfection of her eyes, tom, Fairies attending; Oberon behind unseen. And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athcnian swain;
May all to Athens back again repair;
And think no more of this night's accidents, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
But as the fierce vexation of a dream. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom ?
But first I will release the fairy queen. Peas. Ready.
Be, as thou wast wont to be; Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.- Where's
(Touching her eyes with an herb. monsieur Cobweb ?
See, as thou wast wont to see: Cob. Ready,
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Bot. Monsieur Cobweb ; good monsieur, get
Hath such force and blessed power. your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip-Now, my, Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen. ped humbie-bee on the top of a thistle ; and, good
Tila. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! monsieur, bring me the honey-bay. Do not fret Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass. yourself too much in the action, monsieur ; and
Obe. There lies your love, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break
Tita. How came these things to pass ? not; I would be loath to have you overlown with o, how mine eyes do loath his visage now? a honey bag, signior.-- Where's monsieur Mustard- Obe. Silence, awhile-Robin, take off this head seed ?
Titania, music call; and strike more dead Must. Ready.
Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Bot. Give me your neif,? monsieur Mustard-seed. Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own Must. What's your will ?
fool's eyes peep, Bol. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cava
Obe. Sound, music. *[Still music.] Come, my lero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's,
queen, take hands with me, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my Now thou and I are new in amity; hair do but tickle me, I inust scratch.
And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Tila. What, wilt thou hear some music, my Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, sweet love?
And bless it to all fair posterity: Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be us have the tongs and the bones.
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou
desir'st to eat.
Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark; Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch
I do hear the morning lark. your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great!
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, desire to a bottle of hay: good' hay, sweet hay,
Trip we after the night's shade: hath no fellow
We the globe can compass soon, Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
Swifter than the wand'ring moon. The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight, Bot.' I had rather have a handful, or two, of
Tell me how it came this night, dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your
That I sleeping here was found, people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come
With these mortals, on the ground. (Ereunt. upon me.
[Horns sound within. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. (1) Stroke. (2) Fist.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester :
For now our observation is perform'd:
'Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
And all the faith, the virtue of my
hearty Despatch, I say, and find the forester.
The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia :
But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :
And will for evermore be true to it.
or this discourse we more will hear anon.-
And, for the morning now is something worn, So few'd,» só sanded; and their heads are hung Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.Wth ears that sweep away the morning dew; Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three, Cook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.Sbe in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Come, Hippolyta. Euch under each. A cry more tuneable
[Ereunt The. Hyp. Ege. and train. Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Dem. These things seem small, and undistinIn Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
guishable, Judge, when you hear.—But, sofi; what nymphs Like far-off' mountains turned into clouds. are these?
Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye, Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep: When every thing seems double. And this, Lysander: this Demetrius is ;
So methinks : This Helená, old Nedar's Helena :
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Iwonder of their being here together.
Mine own, and not mine own. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe Dem.
It seems to me The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think, Cime here in grace of our solemnity.-
The duke was here, and bid us follow him? But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day
And Hippolyta. That Hermia should give answer of her choice? Her. Yea: and my father. Eze. It is, my lord.
Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; their horns.
And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. (Exe. Horns, and shout rilhin. Demetrius, Lysander, As they go out, Bottom awakes, Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up.
Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will The. Good-morrow, friends. St. Valentine is past; answer ;-my next is, Most fair Pyramus.-Hey, Berin these wood-birds but to couple now ? ho!-Peter Quince! 'Flute, the bellows-mender? Lys. Pardon, my lord.
Snout, the tinker Starveling! God's my life! (Ile and the rest kneel to Theseus. stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most The.
I pray you all, stand up. rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the wit of I know, you are two rival enemies:
man to say wha: dream it was: Man is but an ass, How comes this gentle concord in the world, if he go about to espound this dream. Methought That haired is so far from jealousy,
I was-there is no man call tell what. Methought To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?
I was, and mcthought I had,—But man is but a Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought Hali 'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear, I had. The cye of man hath not heard, the ear of I cannot truly say how I came here:
man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, But, as I think, (for truly would I speak, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)
my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a I came with herinia hither; our intent
ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Dream, because it hath no bottom: and I will sing Without the peril of the Athenian law.
it in the latter end of a play, before the duke Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall I beg the law, the law, upon his head. sing it at her death.
(Exit. They would have stal'n away, they would, Demetrius,
SCENE II.-Athens. A room in Quince's Thereby to have defeated you and me:
House. Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and You, of your wife; and me of my consent ; Starveling. Or may consent that she should be your wise.
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is he Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; come home yet? And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he Fair Helena in fancy following me.
is transported. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; (But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia, It gocs not forward, doth it?
Quin. It is not possiblc: you have not a man in (1) Forepart. (2) Sound. (s) The flews are the large chaps of a hound.
(5) Toy. U
all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any It comprehends some bringer of that joy; handicraft man in Athens.
Or, in the night, imagining some lear, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear ! a very paramour for a sweet voice,
Hip. But all the story of the night told orer, Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, and all their minds transfigur'd so together, God bless us, a thing of nought.
More witnesseth than fancy's images,
And grows to something of great constancy ;?
But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. more married: if our sport had gone forward, we The. Ilere come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.had all been made men.
Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost Accompany your hearis ! sixpence a-day during his life; he could not have Lys.
More than to us 'scaped sixpence a-day; an the duke had not given Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed. him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, we have, in Pyramus, or nothing.
To wear away this long age of three hours,
Between our after-supper, and bed-lime ?
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ? Quin. Bottom!-0 most courageous day! O Call Philostrate. most happy hour!
Here, mighty Theseus. Bot. Másters, I am to discourse wonders: but The. Say, what abridgment; have you for this ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true evening? Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it What mask? what music? How shall we beguile fell out,
The lazy time, if not with some delight ? Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, ripe; is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel to- Make choice of which your highness will see first. gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons
(Giving a priper. to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to every man look o'er his part, for, the short and the Jong is, our play is preferred. In any case, let By an Athenian eunuch lo the harp. Thisby have clean linen ; and let not him, tha: We'll none of that: that have I told my love, plays the lion, pare his naiis, for they shall hang out in glory of my kinsman Hercules. for the lions claws. And, most dear actors, eat no The riot of the tipsy Bacchana's, onions, nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a That is an old device; and it was play'd sweet comedy. No more words ; away; go, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror, away.
The thrice Three Muses mourning for the death
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
And his love Thisbe : very tragical mirth. SCENE 1.-The same. An apartmen! in the Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? Palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, That is, hot ice, and wonderous etrange snow. Philostrate, Lords, and Altendants.
How shall we tind the concord of this discord ? Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words speak of.
There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Which, when I saw.rehears'd, I must consess, One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, The passion of loud laughter never shed. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The. What are they, that do play it? The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to here, heaven;
Which never'labour'd in their minds till now; And, as imagination bodies forth
And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen With this same play, arainst your nuptial. Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing The. And we will hear it. · A local habitation, and a name.
No, my noble lord, Such tricks hath strong imagination;
It is not for you: I have heard it over,
And it is nothing, nothing in the world ; Pastime. (4) Short account.
Unless you can find sport in their intents, “This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, * Presenteth moonshine: for, it you will know, To do you service,
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn The. I will hear that play;
"To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there lo woo. For never any thing can be amiss,
* This grisly beast, which by name lion hight," When simpleness and duty tender it.
'The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Go, bring ihem in ;-and take your places, ladie3.lDid scare away, or rather did atlright;
[Erit Philostrate." And, as she flid, her mantle she did tall; Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: And duty in his service perishing.
' Anon cornes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such ‘And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : thing.
Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. "He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for ' And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, no hinz.
‘His darger drei, and died. For all the rest, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain, And what poor duty cannot do,
At large discourse, while here they do remain.' Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
[Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. Wnere I have come, great clerks have purpos'd The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Dem. No wonder, my lord : one lion may, when Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, many asses do. Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Wall. 'In this same interlude, it doth befall, Thro:tle their practis'd accent in their fears, * That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, And such a wall, as I would have you think, Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet, * That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, And in the modesty of fearful duty
Did whisper often very secretly. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue *This loam, this roughi-cast, and this stone, doth Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
show Lore, therefore, and tongue-lied simplicity, “That I am that same wall; the truth is so : In least, speak most, to my capacity.
* And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
* Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.' Enter Philostrate.
The. Would you desire Time and hair to speak Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is better? addrest."
Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard The. Let himn approach. (Flourish of frumpets. discourse, my lord. Enter Prologue.
The. Pyrwus draws near the wall; silence !
Pyr. O prim-look'd night! O night with hue so But with good will. To show our simple skill,
black ! That is the true beginning of our enila
O night, which ever art, when day is not! Consider then, we come but in despite.
"O nicht, О night, alack, alack, alack, We do not come as ininding to content youl,
"I fear my 'Thisby's promise is forgot !-Our true inten! is. All for your delight,
And thou, '( wall, o sweet, O lovely wall, We are not here. Thai you shoull here repent you,
“That stand'st between her father's ground and The aclors are at hand; and, by their show,
mine; Yeu shall know all, that you are like to know.
“Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall, The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
‘Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine
Wall holds up his fingers. Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt; • Thanks, courteous wall : Jove shield thee well for he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It
this! is not enouzh to speak, but to speak true.
“But what sec I? No Thisby do I sec. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue,"o wicked wall, through whom I sce no bliss; like a child on a recorder ;: a sound, but not in “Curst be thystores for thus deceiving me!' governm nt. The. His specch was like a tangled chain ;
The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should
curse again. thing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I ain Lion, as in dumb show. o spy her through the wall. You shall
fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes. Prol. Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show;
Enter Thisbe. But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my “This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
moans, This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain.
For parting my fair Pyramus and me: *This min, with lime and rouzh-cast, doth present “ Mv cherry lips hive osien kiss'd thy stones ; Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers 'Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.' sunder:
Pyr: 'I see a voice; now will I to the chink, And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. content
* Thisby!! “To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder. This. 'My love! thou art my love, I think.' (1) Ready. (2) A musical instrument.
Pyr. “Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's Lys. Proceed, moon. grace;
Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, And like Limander am I trusty still.'
that the lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.' moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush ; and this Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.' dog, my dog. This. “As Shatalus to Procrus, I to you.! Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern ; Pyr. O, kiss me through the hole of this vile for they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes wall.'
Thisbe. This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.'
Enter Thisbe. Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway ?
This. This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my This. Tide life, tide death, I come without de
love ?' lay.'
Lion. • OhWall. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;
[The Lion roars.—Thisbe runs off. • And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.' Dem. Well roared, lion.
(Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. The. Well run, Thisbe. The. Now is the mural down between the two Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon neighbours.
shines with a gocd grace. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so The. Well moused, lion. wilful to hear without warning:
(The lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and erit. Hip. This is the silliest stunt that ever I heard. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.
The. The best in this kind are but shadows : and Lys. And then the moon vanishes. the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not
Enter Pyramus. theirs.
Pyr. 'Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they
beams; of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright: Here come two noble beasis in, a moon and a lion. • For, by thy gracious, golden glittering streams, Enter Lion and Moonshine.
• I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
But stay ;-0 spite ! Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do
* But mark:-Poor knight, fear
"What dreadful dole is here! • The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on
Eyes, do you see? floor,
'O dainiy duck! O dear! . May now, perchance, both quake and tremble
'Thy mantle good, here,
What, siain'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 ;2 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 The. A very gentle beast, and of a good con- friend, would go near to make a man look sad. science,
Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions e'er I saw.
frame ? Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. "Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: The. True; and a goose for his discretion. 'Which is no, no—which was the fairest dame,
Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot * That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.
cheer. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his
Come, tears, confound; valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is
'Out, sword, and wound well : leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to “The pap of Pyramus: the moon.
Av, that left pap, Moon. “This lantern doth the horned moon pre
• Where heart doth hop: sent:'
'Thus die 1, thus, thus, thus. Dem. He should have worn the horns on his
• Now am I dead, head.
Now am I Ned; The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisi- "My soul is in the sky: ble within the circumference.
'Tongue, lose thy light! Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon
Moon, take thy fli, hi! present ;
Now, die, die, die, die, die. • Myself the man i' th’ moon do seem to be.'
Dies.-Erit Moonshine. The. This is the greatest crror of all the rest : Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but the man should be put into the lantern : How is it one. else the man i' the moon?
Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; Dem. He dares not come there for the candle : he is noihing. for, you see, it is already in snuff.'
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he recover, and prove an ass. would change!
Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, Thishe comes back and tinds her lover? that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all The. She will find him by star-light:-Here she reason, we must stay the time.
comes; and her passion ends the play. (1) In anger ; a quibble. (2) Coarse yarn.