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Sickness is catching; 0, were favour so!
Bot. You were best to call them generally, man by
Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart !
treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so
medy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.
Bot. Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed. Hel. None, but your beauty; 'would that fault were Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. mine!
Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant?
Bot. That will ask some tears in the true performing Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
of it: if I do it, let the audience look to their eyes; I O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
will move storms, I will condole in some measure. To That he hath turn'da heaven into a hell!
the rest:--yet my chief humour is for a tyrant:I could Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to make To-morrow night, wheu Phoebe doth behold
all split. Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
“The raging rocks, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
“With shivering shocks, (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,)
“Shall break the locks Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.
“Of prison-gates : Her. And in the wood, where often you and I
“ And Phibbuscar Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,
“Shall shine from far, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet,
“And make and mar
“The foolish fates. »
[Exit Hermia. Quin. You must take 'Thisby on you.
Flute. What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be! Flute. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have
Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in a mask, and
you may speak as small, as you will. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too; So I, admiring of his qualities.
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice; - Thisne, ThisThings base and vile, holding no quantity,
ne, -- Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear ; thy Thisby dear! Love can transpose to form and dignity.
and lady dear!
Bot. Well, proceed !
Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor.
Star. Here, Peter Quince.
Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's
Snout. Here, Peter Quince.
Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's fa-
it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
Quin. You may doit extempore, for it is nothing but Pursue her: and for this intelligence,
roaring. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
do any man's lieart good to hear me ; I will roar, that I To have his sight thither, and back again. (Exit. will make the duke say, Let him roar again, Let him
SCENE II.-The same. Aroom in a cottage. roar again!
fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would Quin. Is all our company here?
shriek; and that were enough too hang us all.
All. That would hang as every mother's son.
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn, Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright And sometime make the drink to bear no barm, the ladies out oftheir wits, they would have no more Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, 80, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; You do their work, and they shall have good luck: I will roar you an’twercany nightingale.
Are not you he? Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyra- Puck. Thou speak'st aright; mus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall I am that merry wanderer of the night. seeina summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, man ; therefore you must needs play Pyramus. When la fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Bot. Well, I will undertake it." What beard were I Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: besito play it in?
And sometime lurklin a gossip's bowl, Quin, Why, what you will.
In very likeness of a roasted crab; Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-coloured And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain Andon her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. beard, or your f'rench-crown-coloured beard, your The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, perfect yellow.
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Quin. Some of yonr French crowns have no hair at Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, all, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, masters, And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request. And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe ; you, aní desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; 'And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear, and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the A merrier hour was never wasted there. town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse : for if we But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and Fai. And here my mistress :— 'would that he were our devices huown. In the mean time I will draw a bill gone! of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail
Enter Oberox, at one door, with his train, and Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse more
Titania, at another, with hers. obscenely, and courageously. Take pains: be per- Obe. Ill met by moon-light, prond Titania! fect; adieu.
Tita. What, jealous Oberon! Fairy, skip hence;
I have forsworn his bed and company,
Tita. Then I must be thy Lady: but I know,
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love,
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin’d mistress, and your warrior love,
ToTheseus must be wedded; and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.
Obe. How canst thouthus, for shame, Titania
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?
And make him with fair Aeglé break his faith,
With Ariadne, and Antiopa?
Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Met we on hill, iu dale, forest, or mead,
Our queen and all her elves come here anon. Or on the beached margent of the sea,
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, Shenever had so sweet a changeling:
Have every pelting river made so proud, And jealous Oberon would have the child
That they have overborne their continents:
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
And the quaint mazes in the wanton greeu,
No night is now with lıymn or carol blest:That fright the maidens of the villagery,
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the
quern, Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
Bats And And
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That rheumatic diseases do abound:
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
(Lxit Puck. The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts
Obe. Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania, when she is asleep,
And drop the liquorofit in her eyes:
The next thing then she waking looks upon,
(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,)
(As I can take it, with another herb,)
I'll make her render up her page to me.-
But who comes here? I am invisible;
And I will over-hear their conference.
Enter Demetriu5, Helena following him.
Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not!
Whereis Lysander, and fai: Hermia?
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
Thou told’stme, they were stol'n iuto this wood,
And here am I, and wood within this wood,
Because I cannot meet with Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more!
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?
Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love yon ?
Hei. And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you.
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose'me; only give me leave,
|(And yet a place of high respect with me,)
Than to be used, as you use your dog?
Dem. Yon do impeach your modesty too much,
To trust the opportunity of night,
With the rich worth of your virginity.
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
Therefore I think I am not in the night:
Nordoth this wood lack worlds of company;
For you, in my respect, are all the world.
Then how can it be said, I am alone,
Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you.
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.
Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go:
'Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood!
You do me mischief. Fye, Demetrius !
Wecannot fight for love, as men may do ;
We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.
(Exeunt Dem. and Hel.
Irande 198. .
Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this
Enter LYSANDER and Hermia. grove,
Lys. Fair love, you
faint with wandering in the wood; Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way; Re-enter Puck.
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer! And tarry for the comfort of the day. Puck. Ay, there it is.
Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed,
For Iupon this bank will rest my head,
Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
So that but one heart we can make of it:
Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; And make her full of hatef:il fantasies.
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. Take thou some ofit, and seek through this grove: Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; A sweet Athepian lady is in love
For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
Iler. Lysander riddles very prettily But do it, when the next thing he espies
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, May be the lady: thou shalt know the man
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. By the Alhenian garments he hath on.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Effect it with some care, that he may prove
Lie further off ; in human modesty
Such separation, as, may well be said,
(Exeunt. | Thy lovene'er alter, tillthy sweet life end!
And then end life, when I end loyalty!
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!
(They sleep. Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none, At our quaint spirits ! Sing me now asleep;
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence! who is here? 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst notlie
Nearthis lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Charl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe:
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.
So awake, when I am gone;
For Imust now to Oberon.
Inter Denetrius and Helena, running.
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius !
Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus!
Dem. Stay, on thy peril! I alone will go.
(Exit Demetrius. 1 Fai. Hence, away! now all is well :
Hel. O, I am ont of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happyis Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears:
wash'd than hers. (Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; Do it for thy true love take;
For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: Love, and languish for his sake :
Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius! Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Do, as a monster, fly my presencethns! Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
What wieked and dissembling glass of mine In thy eye that shall appear
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?When thon wak'st, it is thy dear;
But who is here?-Lysander! on the ground ! Wake, when some vile thing is near.
[Exit. Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound :
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awakel !
and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet sake, must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies
(Waking. cannot abide. How answer you that?
Snout. By’rlakin, a parlous fear.
all is done,
Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so!
Write me a prologue: and let the prologue seem to say, What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what we will do no harm with our swords; and that Pyrathough?
mus is not killed indced: and, for the more better asYet Hermia still loves you: then be content! surance, tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus,
Lys. Content with Hermia? No! I do repent but Bottom the weaver. This will put them out of fear.
Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it
shall be written in eight and six. Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Bot. No, makeittwo more; let it be written in eight The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ?
to bring in, Gód shield us! a lion among ladies, is a Reason becomes the marshall to my will,
most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook wild-fowl than your lion, living; and we ought to look Love's stories, written in love's richest book.
Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face
must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himself Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius'eye,
must speak through, saying thus, or to the same But you must flout my insufficiency?
defect: Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or, Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to In such disdainful manner me to woo.
fear, not to tremble; my life for yours. If you think But fare you well: perforce I must confess,
I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life; no, I I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
am no such thing; I am a man as other men are. And O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
there, indeed, let him name his name; and tell them
things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber: For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonThe deepest luathing to the stomach brings;
light. Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play our Are hated most of those, they did deceive;
play? So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanack; Of all be hated; but the most of me!
find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine! And all my powers, address your love and might, Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Erit. Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me! do great chamber window, where we play, open; and the thy best,
moon may shinein at the casement. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of Ah me, for pity !-what a dream was here!
thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to disfigure, Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear!
or to present, the person of moon-shine. Then, there Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
is another thing: we must have a wall in the great And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :
chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did
Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and let .
him have some plaster, or some lome, or some Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. [Exit. rough-cast about him, to signify wall ; or let him hold
his fingers thus,and through that cranny shull Pyramus
and Thisby whisper. A CT III.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit SCENE I.— The same. The Queen of Fairies lying down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts! asleep.
Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your Enter Quince, Saug, Bottom, FLUTE, Sxout, and
speech, enter into that brake; and so every one accordSTARVELING. Bot. Are we all met?
ing to his cue.
Enter Puck behind. Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaga place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our
gering here, stage, this hawthorn
brake our tyring house; and we so near the cradle of the fairy queen?
What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor;
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
Bot. Peter Quince,
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus! Pyr. Thisly, the flowers of odious savours sweet,