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To sleep by hate, and fear mes,
which in my childhood I did awd,

wish come to my natural taste,

As the rem

dote upon :
Woonly Helena. Te pleasure

I pray you all, stand up.
I know, you are two rival enemies;
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy,

Lys. My lord, I shall reply
cannot truly say how I came here ;

i 'sleep, half waking-But as yet, I swear,

would I speak,
And now I do bethink me, so it is.)
I came with Hermia hither: our intent

be gone from Athens, where we might be
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough :
They would have stolen away; they would, Demetrius,
You, of your wife ; and me, of my consent;-

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
of this their purpose hither, to this wood;
And I in fury hither followed them;
Fair Helena in fancy following me.
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,
(But, by some power it is,) my love to Herma,
Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now

remembrance of an idle
And all the faith and virtue of my heart,
The object, and the of mine eye,

I betroth'd ere I saw Hermin;
But, like in sickness, did I loath this food:


it, love it, long for it,
And will forevermore be true to

o it.
or this
Egeus, I will overbear your will,

we will hear more anon.-
For in the temple, by and by with us,
And couples shall eternally be knit:

the morning now is something worn,
Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.-
We'll hold a feast of great solemnity-
Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,
Come, Hippolyta.

[Rxeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and traina



it was — Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound


Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted ese,
When every thing seems double.

So methinks:
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Mine own, and not mine own.

It seems to me,
That yet we sleep, we dream.- Do not you think,
The duke was here, and bid us follow him ?

Her. Yea; and my father.

And Hippolyta.
Lys. And he did bid us follow to the teniple.

Dem. Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him
And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Breunt.

As they go out, BOTTOM awakes. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer: my next is, Most fair Pyramus. --Hey, ho:Peter Quince Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker 1 Starveling! God's my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had

most rare vision. I have 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 heart, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Dream latter end of a play, before the duke : Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death,

SCENB II.-Athens. A Room in Quince's House.

STARVELING Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house. Is he come home yet?

Star. He cannot be hean of. Out of doubt, he is transported.

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part ; for, the short and the every man look o'er his

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.

Enter SNUG. 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. 1 Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

every thing, right as it fell out. Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel together ; good strings to your heards, new ribbons to your pumps meet presently at the palace ; ferred. In any case, let Thisby

is, our play is pre

have clean linen ; and shall hang out for the lion's claws.

lion, pare his nails, for they

And, most dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away: 89



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SCENB I.-The same.

of Theseus.

An Apartment in the Palace




Lords, and Allendants.
Ilip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lorers

speak of.
The. More strange than true.

I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the


Are of imagination all compact,
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold-
That is, the madman; the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt;
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknowil, the poet's pen
Turus them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

a nanie.
Such tricks hath strong imagination ;
That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or, in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

Hip. But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images,
And grows to something of great constancy:
But, howsoever, strange, and admirable.


The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.-
Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love,
Accompany your hearts !

More than to us
Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed!

The. Como now; what masks, what dances shall we

o wear away this long nge of three hours, [have,
Between our after-supper and bed-time?
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand ? Is there no play,
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
Call Philostrate.

Here, mighty Theseus.
The. Say, what abridgment have you for this

What mask what music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time, if not with some delight?

Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe ;
Make choice of which your highness will see first,

Giving a paper.)
The. (Reads.) The battle toith the Centaurs, to be

By an Athenian eunuch, to the harp.
We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
In glory of my kineman Hercules.

The riot of the lipsy Bacchanals,

7'earing the Thracian singer in their ragc.
That is an old device; and it was play'd
When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.

The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
of learning, late deceased in beggary.
That is some satire, keen and critical,
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus:

and his love Thisbe : very tragical mirth.
Merry and tragical ? tedious and brief?
That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow:
How shall we find the concord of this discord ?


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