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Dem. Abide me, if thou dar’st; for well I hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, wot,
good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Dó Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; not fret yourself too much in the action, monAnd dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. sieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the Where art thou ?
honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have Puck. Come hither; I am here.
you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou Where's monsieur Mustard-seed ? shalt buy this dear,
Must. Ready. If ever I thy face by day-light see :
Bot. Give me your neif,* monsieur MustardNow, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, goud To measure out my length on this cold bed.- monsieur. By day's approach look to be visited.
Must. What's your will ? [ Lies down and sleeps. Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help
cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the Enter HELENA.
barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marHel. O weary night, o long and tedious vellous hairy about the face: and 'I am such a night,
[east; tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must Abate thy hours : shine comforts, from the scratch. That I may back to Athens, by day-light, Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my From these that my poor company detest:
sweet love? And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's Bot. I have a reasonable goud ear in music: eye,
let us have the tongs and the bones. Steal me awhile from mine own company. Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir’st
a great desire to a bottle of hay: good bay, Cupid is a knavish lad,
sweet hay, hath no fellow. Thus to make poor females mad.
Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
The squirrel's board, and fetch thee new nuts. Enter HERMIA.
Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of Her. Never so weary, never so in woe;
dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your Bedabbled with the dew, and torn' with people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep briers,
come upon me. I can no further crawl, no further go;
Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
arms. Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,
[Lies doron. Gently entwist,--the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
0, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
[They sleep. To your eye, Gentle lover remedy.
Oberon advances. Enter Puck. [Syueezing the juice on LYSander's eye. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou When thou wak'st,
this sweet sight?
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
Was wont to swell, like round and orient The man shall have his mare again, and all
pearls, shall be well.
Stood now within the pretty flourets' eyes,
When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child; Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, FAIRIES attending ; To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent OBERON behind unseen.
And now I have the boy, I will undo Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, [bed, And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, From off the head of this Athenian swain;
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. That be awaking when the other do, Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?
May all to Athens back again repair; Peas. Ready.
And think no more of this night's accidents, Bot, Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. But as the fierce vexation of a dream. Where's monsieur Cobweb?
But first I will release the fairy queen. Cob. Ready.
Be, as thou wast wont to be; Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get
[Touching her eyes with an herb your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red. See, as thou wast wont to see: * Stroke
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day
Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen! The. Go, bid'the huntsmen wake them with
their horns. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. How came these things to pass ?
Horns, and shout within. DeMETRIUS, LYSAN0, how mine eyes do loath his visage now!
DER, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and sturt Obe. Silence, a while.--Robin, take off this
The. Good-morrow friends. Saint Valentino Titania, music call; and strike more dead
is past; Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Begin these wood-birds but to couplc now? Titu. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth Lys. Pardon, my lord. sleep.
[He and the rest kneel to THESEUS. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine The. I
pray you all, stand up.
I know, you are two rival enemies;
queen, take hands with me, [be. That hatred is so far from jealousy, And rock the ground whereon those sleepers To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ? Now thou and I are new in amity;
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
I cannot truly say how I came here:
, Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
I came with Hermia hither : our intent [be
Without the peril of the Athenian law.
enough: We the globe can compass soon,
I beg the law, the law upon his head.-
They would have stol'n away, they would,
Thereby to have defeated you and me: That I sleeping here was found,
You, of your wife; and me, of my consent; With these mortals, on the ground. [Exeunt. Of my consent that she should be your wife. [Horns sound within. Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their
And I in fury hither follow'd them ;
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,
(But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia Uncouple in the western valley; go :
As the remembrance of an idle gawd,t
Which in my childhood I did dote upon:
The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
fhung These couples shall eternally be knit With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Qur'purpos'd hunting shall be set aside... Crook-kpee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,
bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.fach under each. A cry more tunable
(Exeunt THE. HIP. EGE. and train. Was never bolla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly :
Dem. These things seem small, and undis. Judge, when you hear. But, soft; what Like far-oft mountains turned into clouds.
Her. Methinks, I see these things with part-
Hel. So methinks :
Demetrius like a jewel,
Mine own, and not mine own. The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Dem. It seems to me,
[think, Came here in grace of our solemnity.
That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you Forepart
+ Sound. The lows are the large chaps of a hound.
+ Toy. T
The duke was here, and bid us follow him? apparel together; good strings to your beards, Her. Yea; and my father,
new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently Hel. And Hippolyta.
at the palace ; every man look o'er his part; Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. for, the short and the long is, our play is preDem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow ferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean
linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the
(Exeunt. lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no As they go out, BOTTOM awakes. onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet
breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear them Bot. When my cue coines, call me, and I say, it'is a sweet comedy. No more words: will answer :-my text is, Most fuir Pyramus.- away; go, away.
[Ereunt. Hey, ho !-Peter Quince! Flute, the bellowsmender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling ! God's
ACT V. my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I 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
Palace of THESEUS. it was: Man is but an ass, if he go about to Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, expound this dream. Methought I was--there
Lords, and Attendants. is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,-But man is but a Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these patched fool, if he will offer to say what me
lovers speak of. thought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, The. More strange than true. I never may the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is
believe not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. his heart to report, what my dream was. I Lovers, and madmen, have such seething will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this
brains, dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it More than cool reason ever comprehends. in the latter end of a play, before the duke: The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, Are of imagination all compact :* I shall sing it at her death.
[Exit. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; SCENE 11.-Athens.-A Room in Quince's That is, the madınan: the lover, all as frantic, House.
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Enter Quince, Flute, Scout, and STAR-Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth
to heaven; Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is And, as imagination bodies forth he come home yet?
The forins of things unknown, the poet's pen Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nohe is transported.
A local habitation, and a name. thing Flu. It he come not, then the play is mar- Such tricks hath strong imagination ; red; It goes not forward, doth it?
That, it it would but apprehend some joy, Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; is all Athens, able to discharge Pyranius, but Or, in the night, imagining some lear, he.
How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear? Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any Hip. But all the story of the night told over, hanuycratt man in Athens.
And all their minds transfigurd so together, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and Mure witnesseth than tancy's images, he is a very paramour, for a sweet voice. And grows to something of great constancy it
Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. is, God bless us, a thing of nouglit.
Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and Enter Snug.
Helena. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and ladies more married : if our sport had gone Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love,
mirth.forward, we had all been made men.
Flu. ( sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he Accompany your hearts ! lost sixpence a-day during his life; he could
Lys. More than to us
[bed! pot have 'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke Wait on your royal walks, your hoard, your had not given him sixpence a-day for playing
The. Come now; what masks, what dances Pyramus, i'll be hanged; he would have de To wear away this long age of three hours,
shall we have, served it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing.
Between our after-supper, and bed time? Enter BOTTOM.
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand ? Is there no play, Bot. Where are these lads? where are these to ease the anguish of a torturing hour? hearts?
The. Say, what abridgmentt have you for Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders :
this evening? but ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am What mask? what music? How shall we be
(guile? no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, The lazy time, if not with some delight? right as it fell out.
Philost. There is a brief, g how many sports Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell
are ripe; you, is, that the duke bath dined : Get your
* Are made of mere imagination, + Stability Pastime.
Make choice of which your highness will see The. Let him approach.
(Flourish of trumpets, The. (Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to
Enter PROLOGUE. By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will, We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
That you should think, we come not to offend, Ip glory of my kinsman Hercules.
But with good will. To show our simple skill, The riot of the tipsy Bucchanals,
That is the true beginning of our end. Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.
Consider then, we come but in despite, That is an old device ; and it was play'd
We do not come as minding to content you, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
Our true intent is. All for your delight, [you,
We are not here. That you should here repent
You shall know all, that you are like to know.
The. This fellow doth not stand upon points A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth.
colt, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? lord : It is not enough to speak, but to speak That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow.
true, How shall we find the concord of this discord ?
Hip. Indeed he bath played on this prologue, Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten like a child on a recorder;* a sound, but not words long;
Enter Pyramus and THISBE,WALL, MOONSHINE, For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
and Lion, as in dumb show. Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, Prol. “ Gentles, perchance, you wonder at Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears
this show ;
[plain. The passion of loud laughter never shed. “ But wonder on, till truth make all things
The. What are they, that do play it? “ This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
“ This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth Which never laboured in their minds till now;
present And now have toil'd their unbreath’de memories “ Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers With this same play, against your nuptial.
sunder: The. And we will hear it.
“And through wall's chink, poor souls they are Philost. No, my noble lord,
content It is not for you: I have heard it over,
" To whisper; at the which let no man And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
[thorn, Unless you can find sport in their intents, “ This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel “ Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will To do you service.
know, The. I will hear that play;
“ By moonshine did these lovers think no scora For never any thing can be amiss,
“To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to When simpleness and duty tender it.
woo. Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, “ This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, ladies,
(Exit PHILOSTRATE. " The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Hip: I love not to see wretchedness o'er- “ Did scare away, or rather did affright: And duty in bis service perishing. [charg'd, “ And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no “ Which lion vile with bloody mouth did such thing:
stain : Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this " Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, kind.
“ And finds his trusty. Thisby's mantle slain: The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for “ Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful nothing.
[breast; Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: “ He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody And what poor duty cannot do,
“ And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. “His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Where I have come, great clerks have purposed Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, To greet me with premeditated welcomes; “ At large discourse, while here they do reWhere I have seen them shiver and look pale,
main." Make periods in the midst of sentences,
[Exeunt PROLOGUE, THISBE, Lion, and, Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
Wall. “In this same interlude, it doth befall,
“And such a wall, as I would
have you think,
“ Did whisper often very secretly. [Thisby, Philost. So please your grace the prologue is “ This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone addrest.t
doth show, Unesercised. + Ready. * A musical instrument.
“ That I am that same wall; the truth is so: men. Here come two noble beasts in, a moon “ And this the cranny is, right and sinister, and a lion. “ Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper."
Enter Lion and MOONSHINE. The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?
Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I
" The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps heard discourse, my lord. The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence!“ May now, perchance, both quake and trem
on floor, Enter PYRAMUS.
ble here, Pyr. “O grim-look'd night! 0 night with “ Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am
“ When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. hue so black ! "O night, which ever art, when day is not! “ For if I should as lion come in strife
“ A lion felt, nor else no lion's dam: “O night, 0 night, alack, alack, alack, “ I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
“ Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” “ And thou, O wall, oʻsweet, o lovely wall, science.
The. A very gentle beast and of a good con“ That stand'st between her father's ground and mine;
Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that
e'er I saw. “ Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valonr. “ Show me thy chink, to blink through with
The. True; and a goose for his discretion, mine eyne. [Wall holds up his fingers. “ Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee carry his discretion; and the fox carries the
Dem. Not so, my lord : for his valour cannot well for this!
goose. “ But what see I? No Thisby do I see. “O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; his valour; for the goose carries not the fox.
The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry “ Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!' The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, listen to the moon.
It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us should curse again.
Moon." This lantern doth the horned moon Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now,
Dem. He should have worn the horns on his and I am to spy her through the wall. You
head. shall see, it will fall pat as I told you :- ;-Yon
The. He is no crescent, and his horns are inder she comes.
visible within the circumference. Enter THISBE.
Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon This. “O wall, full often hast thou heard “Myself the man i’the moon do seem to be.".
present; my moans,
The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: “ For parting my fair Pyramus and me:
the man should be put into the lantern : How " My cherry lips bave often kiss'd thy stones; is it else the man i'the moon ? “ Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in
Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: thee.” Pyr. “I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
for, you see, it is already in snuff. an I can hear my Thisby's face.
Hip: I am weary of this moon: Would, he
would change! This. My love ! thou art my love, I think.” tion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in cour
The. It appears, by his small light of discrePyr. “ Think what thou wilt, I am thy lov- tesy, in all reason, we must stay the time.
Lys. Proceed, moon. “ And like Limander am I trusty still.”. This. “ And I like Helen, till the fates me that the lantern
is the moon;
1, the man in the
Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, kill.” Pyr. “ Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.”
moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and This. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.”
this dog, my dog:
Dem. Why, all these should be in the lanPyr. “O, kiss me through the hole of this tern; for they are in the moon. But, silence : vile wall."
here comes 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 This.“ Tide life, tide death, I come without
my love ?” delay,”
Lion. " OhWall. “ Thus have I, wall, my part discharg
(The Lion roars.-Thisbe runs off. ed so;
Dem. Wel roared, lion. “ And, being done, thus wall away doth go.” The. Well run, Thisbe.
(Exeunt WALL, PYRAMUS, and ThisBE. Hip. Well shóne, moon.-Truly, the moon The. Now is the mural down between the shines with a good grace. two neighbours.
The. Well moused, lion. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are (The Lion teurs Tuisbe's muntle, and exit. so wilful to hear without warning.
Dem. And so comes Pyramus.
The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination
Enter PYRAMUS. amend them.
Pyr. “ Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy Hip. It must be your imagination then, and
(bright: not theirs.
“ I thank thee, moon, for shining now 80 The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent
* In anger; a quibble.
er's grace ;