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Ls1. Pardon, my lord. (They all kneel to Tbesous. Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow 'Ibe. I pray you all, itand up.

And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [him; I know, yo two are rival enemies ;

[Exeunt. How comes this gentle concord in the world,

As they go oul, Bottom awakes. That batred is so far from jealousy,

Bos, When my cue comes, call me, and I will To fieep by hate, and fear no enmity ?

answer :--my next is, Molt fuir PyramusLv. My lord, I thall reply amazedly, Hey, ho!---Peter Quince! Flute the bellows Hali 'leep, half waking : But as yet, I swear, mender! Snout the tinker ! Starveling! God's my I cannot truly say how I came here :

life! stol'n hence, and left me alleep! I have had Bui, ss I think, (for truly would I speak, a most rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the Ån. I do beihink me, to it is ;)

wit of man to say what dream it was : Man is but iame with Hermia hither : our intent

an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. MeWs, to be gone from Athens, where we might be thought I was--there is no man can tell what. Without the peril of the Athenian law.

Methought I was, and methougit I ha,But E:?. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; man is but a patch'd fool 3, if he will offer to say I beg the law, the law, upon his head. (crius, wixat methought I had. The eye of maa hath not Tiey would have stol'n away, they would, Deme-heart, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand Theny Co have defeated you and me :

is not able to catte, his tongue to conceive, nor his Y: 2, of your wife ; and me, of my consent ; heart to report, what my dream was. I will get O my consent that she thould be your wife. Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream : it

Dr. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, thall be callid Bottom's Dream, because it hath no O this ther purpose hither, to this wood; bortom; and I will fing it in the latter end of a All in fury hicher follow'd them ;

play, before the duke : Peradventure, to make it For Heiena in fancy ' following me.

che more gracious, I fall ting it at her death. [Exa Bu, T; gurilord, I wot nut by what power, (But by some power it is) my love to Hermia,

SCENE II. Meited as is the foow, seems to me now

Athens. Quince's House. As the remembrance of an idle gawd?,

Enter Quince, Ilute, Snout, and Starveling. Watch in my childhood! I did doat upon : Arad at the faith, the virtue of my heart,

Quin, Have you sent to Bottom's house is he

come home yet? The bed and the pleasure of mine eye,

Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he Luty Helena. To her, my lord,

is traniported. Iberoin'dere I saw Herinia:

F14. If he come not, then the play is marrid; 2. Dei'uckness, did I loath this food :

goes not forward, doth it? Bu, is in ličalih, come to my natural cafte,

in. It is not pollible : you have not a man in do I wth it, love it, long for it,

all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. Ai!! for evermore be true to it.

Flu. No; he hah himply the best wit of any The Far lovers, you are fortunately met:

harly-craft man in Athens. Oths discourse we shall hear more anon. Eeks, I will over-bear your will;

Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is

a very raramour, for a sweet voice. Fuit the temple, by and by with us,

Flü. You muit say, paragon: a paramour is, Tite couple inall eternally be knit.

God bless us ! a thing of nought. A for the morning now is something worn, 04 perpus 3 bounting Niall be set aside. -haly, with us, to Athens; Three and three, Snig. Masters, the duke is coming from the Weil old a feast in grex folemnity -

temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies Cobe, Hippulita. [E.x2.Thules, Hippolita, and train. more married : if our spurt had gone forward, we

Der. These things seem small, and undistinguish-had all been made men 4. Lke far-off mountains turned into clouds. (able,

Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he loft Ho. Methinks I see these things with parted eye, fix-pence a-day during his life ; he could not have then every thing seems double.

'caped six-pence a-day : an the duke had not given Hri. So methinks :

him fix-pence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be Add I have found Demetrius like a jewel,

hang'd; he would have delery'd it: fix-pence a Hoe own, and not mine own.

day, in Pyramus, or nothing. Dam. Are you sure

Enter Bottom. Tz we are awake - It seems to me,

Bot. Where are these lads? where are there The ye we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think, heaits ? T2 dake was here, and bid us follow him

Quin. Bottom!-- most courageous day! O Per. Yea; and my father.

most happy hour! Hei, And Hippolita.

Bos. Masters, I am to discourse wonders : buc Ly. And he did bid us follow to the temple. ask me not what ; for, if I tell you, I am no true

* Fariyhere means love or affection. 2 See the note in p. 175. 3 i.c. a fool in a parti-coloured csat. * Heine, we had all made our fortunes.


Enter Snug.

Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as its and the long is, our play is preferr’d. In any case, fell out.

let Thisby have clean linen ; and let not him, that Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell out for the lion's claws. And, most dear actors, you, is, that the duke hath dined: Get your ap-cat no onions nor garlick, for we are to utrer parel together; good strings to your beards, new sweet breath ; and I do not doubt bat to hear them ribbons to your pumps ; meet presently at the pa- say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away ; lace; every man look o'er his part; for, the short' go, away.


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|To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? The Palace.

Call Philostrate.

Philoft. Here, mighty Theseus, [evening? EnterTheseus, Hippolita, Egeus, Pbil frate, Lords,&c.

The. Say, what abridgment 3 have you for this IS strange, my Theseus, that these What mark? what musick ? How shall we beguile

[lieve The lazy time, if not with some delight? The. More strange than true. I never may be Philoft. There is a brief *, how many sports are These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.

ripe ; Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Make choice of which your highness will see first. Such Thaping fantasies, that apprehend

[Giving a paper. More than cool reason ever comprehends.

Tbe. reads.] “ The battle of the Centaurs, to be The lunatick, the lover, and the poet,

Tung Are of imagination all compact!:

“ By an Athenian eunuch to the harp." One sees more devils than vaft hell can hold ; We'll none of that : that I have told my love, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantick, In glory of my kinsman Hercules. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt :

“ The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, [heaven; Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage." Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to That is an old device ; and it was play'd And, as imagination bodies forth

When I from Thebes came lat a conqueror. The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen “ The thrice three Mules mourning for the death Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing « Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary." A local habitation, and a naine.

That is some satire, keen, and criticals, Such tricks hath strong imagination ;

Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,

“ A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus It comprehends some bringer of that joy ;

“ And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth." Or, in the night, imagining some fear,

Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief? How easy is a buh suppos d a bear?

That is, bor ice, and wonderous strange (now. Hip. But all the story of the night told over, How shall we find the concord of this discord ? And all their minds transtigurd fo together, Pbilst. A play there is, my lord, fome ten More witnelseth than fancy's images,

words long; And grows to something of great constancy 2 : Which is as brief as I have known a play ; But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. But by ten words, my lord, it is too long ; Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. Which makes it tedious: for in all the play The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and There is not one word apt, one player fitted. mirth

And tragical, my noble lord, it is ; Joy, gentle friends ! joy, and fresh days of love, For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Accompany your hearts !

Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, Lyf. More than to us

Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! The passion of loud laughter never thed. The. Come now; what marks, what dances The. What are they, that do play it ?

[here, Thall we have,

Philoft. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens To wear away this long age of three hours, Which never labour'd in their minds 'till now ; Between our after-supper, and bed-time? And now have toild their unbreath'd 6 memories Where is our usual manager of mirth?

With this same play, against your nuptial. What revels are in hand ? Is there no play,

The. And we will hear it,

ii. c. made up. ? i. e. consistency. 3 By abridgment Shakspeare here means a dramatick performance, 4 i. e. alort account. 5 Maning, criticizing, cenfuring. That is, unexercised memories.

“ show;

PEA. No, my noble lord,

Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, W'all, Moonshine, and k is nue for you: I have heard it over,

Lion, as in dumb show. And it is nothing, nothing in the world;

Prol. “ Gentles, Perchance, you wonder at this l'rlets you can find sport in their intents", Extremely stretch'd, and conu'd with cruel pain, “ But wonder on, till truth make all things plai. To do you service.

“ This man is Pyramus, if you would know; Tb. I will hear that play :

“ This beauteous lady Thilly is, certain. For never any thing can be amiss,

“ This man, with lime and rough-east, deth present When simpleness and duty tender it.

“ Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers Gz, bring them in;--and take your places, ladies.

“ funder:

[Exit Philoft." And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are Hip. I love not to see wretchedne's o’ercharg'd,

« content And duty in his service perishing.

“ To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder. Tbe. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such “ This man, with lanthorn, dog, and buh of thorn, thing

“ Presenteth moon-line : for, if you will know, Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind." By moon-line did these lovers think no scorn Tbe. The kinder we, to give them thanks for “ To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. nothing.

" This grilly beast, which by name lion hight, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : “ The trusty Thilby, coming first by night, And what poor duty cannot do,

“ Did scare away, or rather did afiright : Noble respect takes it in might?, not merit. “ And, as the Aed, her mantle she did fall; Where I have come, great clerks have purposed “ Which lion vile with bloody mouth did it in: To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; “ Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tail, Where I have seen them shiver, and look pale, “ And finds his trusty Thiiby's mantle Nan : Make periods in the midst of sentences,

" Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Throttle their practis d accent in their fears,

“ He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, “ And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry thade, Hot paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet, “His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Out of this blence, yet, I pick'd a welcome ; “ Let lion, moon-line, wall, and lovers twain, Ast in the modesty of fearful duty

“ At large discourle, while here they do remain." I read as much, as from the rattling tongue

[Excunt ail biti Wall. O. fawcy and audacious eloquence.

Tbe. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. Love, therefore, and tongue-ty'd fimplicity, Dim. No wonder, ny lord: one lion may, when lakat, ípeak inoit, to my capacity.

Wall. “ In this fime interlude, it doth befall, Enter Pbilofir ate.

« Thai I, one Snout by name, present a wall: Phil. So please your grace, the prologue is l" And such a wall, as I would have you think, addreft 3.

“ That had in it a cranny d hole, or chink, Tx. Let him approach. [Flour. Trum. “ Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,

“ Did whiper often very secretly. [ * 1h:1 Enter the Prologue.

“ This lome, this rough-alt, and this fio.lv, Juca Pral. « If we offend, it is with our good will. “ That I am chat fame u all; the truth is to:

“That you should think, we come not to offend, “ And this the cranny is, right and finifter, * Bust with gooi-will. To thew our fimple skill, “ Through which the fearful lovers are to whitper." * That is the true beginning of our end.

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak = Confijer then, we come but in despite.

better? * We do not come, as minding to content you, Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard On true intent is. All for your delight, discourse, my lord. * We re not here. That you thould here re The. Pyramus draws near the wall: filence! “pent you,

Enter Pyr.mui. The actors are at hand; and by their show, Pyr. “O grim-look'd night! O night with lus • You shall know all, that you are like to know."

« so black !
Tez. This fellow doth not stand upon points. « O night, which ever art, when day is not !

Lyf. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt ; " O night, ( night, alack, alack, alack,
te krows not the top. A good moral, my lord : I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! -
Eso enough to speak, but to speak true. “ And thou, O wall, O Tweet, O lovely wall,

Hep. Indeed he hath play'd on this prologue, “ That stand'it between her father's ground and In a child on a recorder 4 : sound, but not in

“ mine;

“ Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall, The. His speech was like a tangled chain ; no “ Shew me thy chink to blink through with min. tag impair'd, but all disordered. Who is next


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“ moans,

“ Tlianks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well The. A very gentle bcast, and of a good conscience 6 for this!

Dem. The very beit at a beart, my lord, that “ But what fee I? No Thisby do I see.

e'er I saw. “ O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ; Lyf. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

“Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!" Tii. True; and a goose for his discretion.

Tbe. The wall, methinks, being sensible, thould Dim. Not to, my lord : for his valour cannot curse again.

carry his discretion ; and the fox carries the goose. Pyr. No, in truth, fir, he should not. Deicino The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his ing me, is Thisby's cue; the is to enter now, and I valour ; for the goose carries not the fox.

It is am to spy her through the wall. You Thall fee, it well : leave it to his discretion, and let us liften to will fall pat as I told you : Yonder the comes.

the moon. Enter Thilly.

Moon. “ This lanthorn doth the horned moon

“ present :” Thil. “O) wall, full often haft thou heard my Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.

The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invi“ For parting my fair Pyramus and me : fible within the circumference. “ My cherry lips have often kils'u thy ftones ; Moon. “ This lanthorn doth the horned moon “ Thy stones with lime and hajr knit up in thee."

“ prefent ; Py:

“ I see a voice : now will I to the chiuk, “ Myself the man i' th' moon do seem to be.” " To fpy an I can hear my Thilby's face.

The. This is the greatet error of all the rest: the « Thishy!

man should be put into the lanthora; How is it Thij. “ My Jore! thou art my love, I think.”, elie the man i' the moon ? Py: “ Think whil thou wilt, I am thy lover's Dem. He dares not come there for the candle : since ;

for, you see, it is already in fnuff '. “ And like Limander am I trusty still."

Hip. I am a-weary of this moon. Would, he Thil. " And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." would change! Pyr. “ Not Shafalus to Procrus was to true.” The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, Tbil. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all l'yr. “O, kits me through the hole of this vile reason, we mwit itay the time. ti wall."

Lyf. Proceed, moon. Ibil. “ I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all." Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that Pyi. “Wilt thou at Njuny's tomb meet me the lanthorn is the moon ; 1, the man in the moon ; “ straightway?"

this thorn-buh, my thorn-buih; and this dog, my Thf. « Tide life, tide death, I come without dog. delay.”

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n. Why all these should be in the lanthorn ; Val!. “ Thus have I, wall, my part discharged for they are in the moon. But, silence; bere * And, being done, thus wall away doth go."

comes Tlube. [Exeunt !Fall, Pyramids, and Thille. Tbc. Now is the mural down between the two

Enter Thisted neighbours.

Tbil. This is old Ninny's tomb : Where is my Dim. No remedy, my lord, when walls are to

“love :" wilful to hear without warning.

Lim. “Oh" (The Lion rours. Thisbe runs of. Hip. This is the filliett ttuti' that ever I heard. Dium. Well roaril, lion. Tbe. The best in this kind are but thadows :

The. Well run, Thisbe. and the worst are no worfe, if invagination amend

Hip. Well ihone, moon. -Truly, the moon them.

Inines with a good grace. lip. It must be your imagination then, and not Tbe. Well mous'd, lion. theirs.

Dom. And then came Pyramus. The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they

Lyj. And to the lion vanilla’d.
of themselves, they may pars for excellent men.
Here come two noble beants in, a moon and a lion.

Erter Pyramus.
Enter Lion and Moon bine.

Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy liviny Lion. “ You, ladies, you, whore gentle hearts

beams : “ do fear

[tloor, “ I thank thee, moon, for shining now fo bright : « The smallett monstrous mouse that creeps on “ For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering ítre.ims, “ May now, perchance, both quake and tremble “ I trust to tutte of truest Thitby's figiit.

“ But 1ty ;- spight! “When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.

“ But mark ;---Poor knight, u Then know, that I, as Snug the joiner, ain

« What dreadful dole is here? « A lion fell, nor elle no lion's dam :

“ Eyes, do you see? * For if I thould as lion come in Itrife

66 How can it be? * Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.”

“ O dainty duck! O dear!

“ here,

1 Su liguilics both the cindc of a can.llo, and hally anger.

* Tl.y

“ Thy mantle good,

« ) filters three, What, staind with blood ?

« Come, come, to me, « Approach, ye furies fell!

“ With hands as pale as milk; " () Fates ! come, come ;

“ Lay them in gore, “ Cur thread and thrum ;

“ Since you have shore “Qual, crun, conclude and quell 2 !"

" With thcars his thread of silk. Tbe. This pallion, and the death of a dear friend, “ Tongue, not a word :would go near to make a man look fad.

“ Come, trusty sword; Hip. Beihrew my heart, but I pity the man. Come, blade, my breast imbrue: Pys. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions “ And farewell, friends; * frame?

“ Thus Thilby ends : Since lion vile hath here deflourd my dear : Alieu, adieu, adieu."

[Dies. " Which is-110, 10-which was the faireit dame, Tbe. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the " That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd, dead. “ with cheer.

Dem. Ay, and wall too. “ Come tears, confound;

Boi. No, I aisure you; the wall is down that “ Out (word, and wound

parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the “The pap of Pyramus :

epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance 3, between * Ay, that left pap,

two of our company? “ Where heart doth hop :

Che. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play “ This die I, thus, thus, thus.

needs no excuse. Never excufe ; for when the “ Now am I dead,

players are all dead, there need none to be “ Now am I fled;

blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd My soul is in the sky:

Pyramus, and hang d himself in Thilbe's gaiter, it “ Tongue, lose thy light!

would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; " Moon, like thy fight!

and very notably discharg'd. But come, your Ber. “ Now die, die, die, die, die.

gomark : let your epilogue alone. [ Dies. Exit Moonline.

[Here a Dance of Clowns. D-. No die, but an ace for him ; for he is but The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve ;-

Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. L;. Les than an ace, man; for he is dead; he I fear, we shall out-sleep the coming morn, is bathing,

As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
Tbe. With the help of a surgeon he might yet This palpuble-grofs play hath well beguild
Teater, and prove an ais.

The lieary guit 4 of night. ---Sweet friends, to bed.
H.p. How chance the moonshine is gone, before A fostnigint hold we this folemnity,
Taibe comes back alid muid lier lover?

In nightùy revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt.
Ibe. Sie will nnd him by itar-light.-
Irier Thijbe.

Pere stie comes, and ler paliion ends the play.

Enter Puck.
Fs. Methinks, the thould not use a long one,
fur limh a Pranas: I hupe, the will be brief. Puik. Now the hungry lion roars,
Drai. A motli will turn the balance, which Py-

And the wolf beholds the moon;
und Tiibe, is the better.

Whilst the heavy ploughman inores, L: Ste hachipied him already, with those sweet All with weary talk fordones,

Now the wasted brands do glow,
Dim. And thus the moans, videlicet, --

Whilft the icritch-owl, scritching loud,
IV. “Atleep, my love?

Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
" Whai, dead, my dove?

In remembrance of a throud. "O Paramus, arise,

Now it is the time of night, “ Speak, ipeak. Quite dumb?

That the graves, all gaping wide, “ Dead, dead? A tomb

Every one lets forth his spright, * Must cover thy sweet eyes.

In the church-way paths to glide: • Thele lilly brows,

And we fairies, that do run « This cherry nose,

By the triple Hecate's team, 6 Thole yellow cowlip cheeks,

From the presence of the sun, “ Are gone, are gone:

Following darkness like a dream, " Lovers, make moan!

Now are frolick; not a mouse “ His eyes were green as leeks.

Shall disturb this hallow'd house:




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