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Hel. How happy some o'er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; He will not know what all but he do know. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, So I, admiring of his qualities. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Čupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste; And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, , So the boy Love is perjured every where; For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia's eyne, He hailed down oaths, that he was only mine; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight; Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense. But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again. [Exit.
SCENE II. The same.
A Room in a Cottage.
Enter Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, QUINCE, and
STARVELING. Quin. Is all our company here?
Bot. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his wedding-day at night.
Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so grow on to a point.
Quin. Marry, our play is—The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.
Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry.—Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves.
Quin. Answer, as I call you.—Nick Bottom, the weaver.
Bot. Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.
Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. Bot. What is Pyramus ? A lover, or a tyrant ?
Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly for love.
Bot. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it. If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some measure. To the rest.-Yet my chief humor is for a tyrant; I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split.
“The raging rocks,
Of prison gates;
The foolish fates." This was lofty !-Now name the rest of the players. - This is Ercles’ vein, a tyrant's vein ; a lover is more condoling.
Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
1 Grow on to a point. This is the reading of the first folio, and is probably a misprint for go on to appoint, i. e. appoint the actors to their several parts.
Flu. What is Thisby? A wandering knight?
Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming
Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will. Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice,—Thisne, Thisne—Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby dear! And lady dear!
Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus; and, Flute,
Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother.-Tom Snout, the tinker.
Snout. Here, Peter Quince.
Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's father ;-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part :-and, I hope, here is a play fitted.
Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.
Bot. Let me play the lion too. I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar again, Let him roar again.
Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all.
All. That would hang us every mother's son.
Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove ; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.
Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus ; for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man, a proper man, as one
shall see in a summer's day, a most lovely, gentlemanlike man; therefore you must needs play Pyramus.
Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in ? Quin. Why, what
will. Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-colored beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-color beard, your perfect yellow.
Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair at all
, and then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here are your parts; and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night, and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moon-light. There will we rehearse; for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with company, and our devices known. In the mean time, I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.
Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.
Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
SCENE I. A Wood near Athens.
Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another.
Thorough bush, thorough briar,
1 To meet whether bowstrings hold or are cut is to meet in all events. But the origin of the phrase has not been satisfactorily explained.
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire.
In those freckles live their savors.
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night.
quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,
i The orbs here mentioned are those circles in the herbage, commonly called fairy-rings, the cause of which is not yet certainly known.
2 The allusion is to Elizabeth's band of gentlemen pensioners, who were chosen from among the handsomest and tallest young men of family and fortune; they were dressed in habits richly garnished with gold lace.
3 Lubber or clown. Lob, lobcock, looby, and lubber, all denote inactivity of body and dulness of mind.
4 A changeling was a child changed by a fairy: it here means one stolen or got in exchange. 5 Shining