Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported. Flu. If he come not, then the play is marr'd; 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. : 242 Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life; he could not have 'scap'd six-pence a-day: an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd; he. would have deserv'd it: six-pence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing. Enter BOTTOM. Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts? Quin. Bottom!-O most courageous day! O most happy hour! : 251 Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. 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 beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look o'er his part; for, the short and the long is, our play is preferr'd. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's claws. 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; go, away. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE 1. The Palace. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLITA, EGEUS, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, &c. Hippolita. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers 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 Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; 9 That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantick, The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination; That, if it would but apprehend some joy, Hip. But all the story of the night told över, And grows to something of great constancy ; 20 Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HE LENA. The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Joy, Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Lys. More than to us 30 Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours, Phil. Here, mighty Theseus. 40 The. Say, what abridgment have you for this even ing? What mask? what musick? How shall we beguile 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 of the Centaurs, to be sung By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. We'll none of that: that I have told my love, In glory of my kinsman Hercules. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. That is an old device; and it was play'd When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. 50 The The thrice three Muses mourning for the death A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. 60 Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long; Which is as brief as I have known a play; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, 70 The passion of loud laughter never shed. The. What are they that do play it? Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, Which never labour'd in their minds 'till now; The. And we will hear it. Philost. No, my noble lord, It is not for you: I have heard it over, 80 Unless |