hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle ; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.Thou Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Must. Ready. Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thon ? Puck. Come hither; I am here. Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. shalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by day-light see: Bot. Give me your neif, * monsieur Mustard monsieur. Must. What's your will? Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me | seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, go d Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown: Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill ; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. [Exit PUCK.-DEM. HEL. &c. sleep. ACT. IV. SCENE I.-The same. Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, FAIRIES attending; OBERON behind unseen. Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, [bed, And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom? Peas. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. Where's monsieur Cobweb? | Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch." Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love ? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us have the tongs and the bones. Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st OBERON advances. Enter PUCK. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flourets' eyes, [Touching her eyes with an herb Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe. Silence, a while.-Robin, take off this head. Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music, [Still Music.] Come, my Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark; Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, Egeus, and train. once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear bulls; Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here *Forepart. But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LysanDER, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and sturt up. The. Good-morrow friends. Saint Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? [He and the rest kneel to THEseus. Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half 'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear, I cannot truly say how I came here: But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,-And now I do bethink me, so it is ;) [be I came with Hermia hither: our intent I beg the law, the law upon his head.- Thereby to have defeated you and me: Of this their purpose hither to this wood; The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: [Exeunt THE. HIP. EGE. and train. Dem. These things seem small, and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Hel. So methinks: And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own. Dem. It seems to me, [think, That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you The duke was here, and bid us follow him? Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt. As they go out, BOTTOм awakes. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer:-my text is, Most fair Pyramus.Hey, ho!-Peter Quince! Flute, the bellowsmender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the wit of man to say what dream it was: Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound 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 heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke: Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [Exit. SCENE 11-Athens.-A Room in QUINCE'S Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported. 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. Enter BOTTOM. 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. 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 preferred. 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 I.-The sume.-An Apartment in the Palace of THEseus. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Hip. "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 shaping fantasies, that apprehend [thing And, as imagination bodies forth Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA. The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, mirth.Accompany your hearts! shall we have, Lys. More than to us [bed! Wait on your royal walks, your board, your The. Come now; what masks, what dances To wear away this long age of three hours, 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. Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. The. Say, what abridgment; have you for this evening? [guile? What mask? what music? How shall we beThe lazy time, if not with some delight? Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe ; Are made of mere imagination. + Stability. ↑ Pastime. { Short account. Make choice of which your highness will see The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung, By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. The riot of the tipsy Bucchanals, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, Which is as brief as I have known a play; The. What are they, that do play it? Which never laboured in their minds till now; Philost. No, my_noble lord, It is not for you: I have heard it over, [pain, The. I will hear that play; For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in;-and take your places, ladies. [Exit PHILOSTRATE. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'erAnd duty in his service perishing. [charg'd, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will, We do not come as minding to content you, You shall know all, that you are like to know. The. This fellow doth not stand upon points Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a child on a recorder;* a sound, but not in government. The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, WALL, MOONSHINE, and LION, as in dumb show. Prol. "Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show; [plain. "But wonder on, till truth make all things "This man is Pyramus, if you would know; "This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. "This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present "Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder: "And through wall's chink, poor souls they are content "To whisper; at the which let no man wonder. [thorn, "This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of "Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will know, "By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn "To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to Woo. "This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,t Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this" kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, "And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: "Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, [breast; "He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody "And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, "His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, "At large discourse, while here they do remain." Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Philost. So please your grace the prologue is [Exeunt PROLOGUE, THISBE, LION, and MOONSHINE. The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do. Wall. "In this same interlude, it doth befall, "That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: "And such a wall, as I would have you think, "That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, "Through which the lovers, Pyramus and "Did whisper often very secretly. [Thisby, "This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth show, "That I am that same wall; the truth is so: "And this the cranny is, right and sinister, "Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.' The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord. The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! Enter PYRAMUS. men. Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. Enter LION and MOONSHINE. Lion. "You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear "The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, "May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, Pyr. "O grim-look'd night! O night with" hue so black! "O night, which ever art, when day is not! "O night, O night, alack, alack, alack, "I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!"And thou, O wall, O'sweet, O lovely wall, "That stand'st between her father's ground and mine; "Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, "Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne. [WALL holds up his fingers. "Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this! "But what see I? No Thisby do I see. "O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; "Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!" The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, "should curse again. Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes. ed so; "And, being done, thus wall away doth go.” [Exeunt WALL, PYRAMUS, and THISBE. The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am "When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. "A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: "For if I should as lion come in strife "Into this place, 'twere pity on my life." The. A very gentle beast and of a good conscience. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw. Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. The. True; and a goose for his discretion. Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose. his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry listen to the moon. It is well leave it to his discretion, and let us Moon." This lantern doth the horned moon present:" Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference. Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon present; « Myself the man i'the moon do seem to be." The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: is it else the man i'the moon? the man should be put into the lantern: How Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: for, you see, it is already in snuff. Hip. I am weary of this moon: Would, he would change! tion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in courThe. It appears, by his small light of discretesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Lys. Proceed, moon. Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the this dog, my dog. moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for they are in the moon. But, silence: here comes Thisbe. |