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no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, play is preferred, In any case, let Thisby 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

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

SCENE I. The same. An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus.

Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, and Attendants.

Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these
lovers speak of.
[believe
The. More strange than true. I never may
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 lover, and the poet,
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:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth
And, as imagination bodies forth [to heaven;
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation, and a name.
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 suppos'd a bear? [over,
Hip. But all the story of the night told
And all their minds transfigur'd so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images,
And grows to something of great constancy t;
But, howsoever, strange, and admirable..
Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA,
and HELENA.

The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.

Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts!

Lys.

bed!

More than to us

Wait on your royal walks, your board, your
[shall we have,
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?
Here, mighty Theseus.

Call Philostrate. Philost.

Are made of mere imagination. Short account.

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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. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death

Of learning, late deceas'd 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?
Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten

words long;

Which is as brief as I have known a play; But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; Which makes it tedious: for in all the play There is not one word apt, one player fitted.And tragical, my noble lord, it is;

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears The passion of loud laughter never shed.

The. What are they, that do play it? Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in

Athens here,

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Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel" This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth To do you service. [lovers sunder: The. I will hear that play; "Wall, that vile wall which did these For never any thing can be amiss, "And through wall's chink, poor souls, they When simpleness and duty tender it. [wonder. Go, bring them in;-and take your places, "To whisper; at the which let no man ladies. [Exit PHILOSTRATE." This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'erthorn, [know, And duty in his service perishing. [charg'd, "Presenteth moon shine: for, if you will The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no "By moon-shine did these lovers think no such thing. [kind. [woo. Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this "To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to The. The kinder we, to give them thanks" This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, "The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, "Did scare away, or rather did affright: "And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; "Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: [tall, "Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and "And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle

for nothing.

Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake:
And what poor duty cannot do,

Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Where I bave seen them shiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence, yet, I pick❜d a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty

I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity,
In least, speak most, to my capacity.

Enter PHILOSTRATE.

Philost. So please your grace, the prologue
is addrest *.
[pets.
The. Let him approach. [Flourish of trum-
Enter Prologue.

Pro. If we offend, it is with our good will.
That you should think, we come not to
offend,

scorn

slain :

[blade, "Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful "He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody

breast;

"And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,
"His dagger drew, and died. For all the
rest,
[twain,
"Let lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers
"At large discourse, while here they do re-
main."

[Exeunt Prol.THIS BE, 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 be

fal, [wall: "That I, one Snout by name, present a " 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 Thisby,

But with good will. To shew our simple skill,"
That is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then, we come but in despite.
We do not come as minding to content you,"
Our true intent is. All for your delight,
We are not here. That you should here

Did whisper often very secretly. "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."

repent you, The actors are at hand; and, by their show," 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 recordert; a sound, but not in government.

The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

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.

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,

[wall,

"I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!"And thou, Ŏ wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, "That stand'st between her father's ground and mine; Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely "Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne. [Wall holds up his fingers.

Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, Wall, Moon-
shine, 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.

• Ready.

+ A musical instrument.

+ Called.

"Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee " May now, perchance, both quake and tremwell for this!

"But what see I? No Thisby do I see. "O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss;

ble here, "When lion rough in wildest rage doth

roar.

[am [me!"" Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, "Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving" A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, “ For if I should as lion come in strife should curse again. "Into this place, 'twere pity on my life." The. A very gentle beast and of a good conscience.

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.

Enter THISBE.

This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,

"For parting my fair Pyramus and me: "My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones;

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" Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee."

Pyr. “ I see a voice: now will I to the chink,

"To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby!"

This." My love! thou art my love, I think."

Pyr. "Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;

"And like Limander am I trusty still." This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." [true." Pyr." Not Shafalus to Procrus was so This. "As Shafalus to Procrus I to you." Pyr." O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall."

This. "I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all."

Pyr." Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me

straightway?"

This. "Tide life, tide death, I come without delay."

Wall. " Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; [go." "And, being done, thus wall away doth [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 bnt shiadows: 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

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.

The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well : leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon.

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: the man should be put into the lantern: How is it else the man i'the moon?

Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: for, you see, it is already in snuff *. Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he would change!

The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Lys. Proceed, moon.

Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tel you, that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush and this dog, my dog.

Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for they are in the moon. But, silence here comes Thisbe.

Enter THISBE.

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[The Lion roars.-THISBE runs off. Dem. Well roared, lion.

The. Well run, .Thisbe.

Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.

The. Well moused, lion.

they of themselves, they may pass for excel-[The Lion tears THISBE's mantle, and exit. lent 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,

Dem. And so comes Pyramus. Lys. And then the moon vanishes. Enter PYRAMUS.

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Pyr. Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;

"I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright.

* In anger; a quibble.

"For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering

*streams,

"I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
"But stay;-0 spite!

"But mark;-Poor knight,
"What dreadful dole is here?
"Eyes, do you see?
"How can it be?

"O dainty duck! O dear!
"Thy mantle good,
"What, stain'd with blood?
"Approach, ye furies fell!

"O fates! come, come; "Cut thread and thrum *; "Quail, crush, conclude, and quell †!” The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. [man. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the Pyr." O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame? [dear. "Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my "Which is no, no--which was the fairest dame, [look'd with cheert. "That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that "Come, tears, confound; 66 Out, sword, and wound

"The pap of Pyramus:

"Ay, that left pap,
"Where heart doth hop:
"Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
"Now am I dead,
"Now am I fled;

"My soul is in the sky:

"Tongue, lose thy light! "Moon, take thy flight! "Now die, die, die, die, die."

[Dies. Exit Moonshine. Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead: he is nothing.

The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove an ass.

Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? The. She will find him by star-light.-Here she comes; and her passion ends the play. Enter THISBE.

Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.

Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better.

Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.-
This." Asleep, my love?

"What, dead, my

O Pyramus, arise,

dove?

"Speak, speak. Quite dumb? "Dead, dead? A tomb

"Must cover thy sweet eyes. "These lily brows,

"This cherry nose,

"These yellow cowslip cheeks,

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"Are gone, are gone : "Lovers, make moan! "His eyes were green as leeks. "O sisters three,

"Come, come, to me, "With hands as pale as milk; "Lay them in gore,

"Since you have shore

"With shears his thread of silk.

"Tongue, not a word:-
"Come, trusty sword;

"Come, blade, my breast imbrue :

"And farewell, friends ;

"Thus Thisby ends:

"Adieu, adieu, adieu."

[Dies.

The. Moonshine, and lion are left to bury the dead.

Dem. Ay, and wall too.

Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our company?

The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask : let your epilogue alone.

[Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told

twelve:

Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd
The heavy gaits of night.-Sweet friends, to

bed.

A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter PUCK.

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone J.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house :
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

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Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train.

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,

By the dead and drowsy fire:
Every elf, and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
Sing, and dance it trippingly.

Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote:
To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place.

SONG, AND DANCE.

Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue, there create,
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigions *, such as are
Despised in nativity,

Shall upon their children be.With this field dew consecrate, Every fairy take his gait +;

And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with sweet peace :
E'er shall it in safety rest,

And the owner of it blest.
Trip away;

Make no stay;

Meet me all by break of day.

[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, (and all is mended,)
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I'm an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere long:
Else the Puck a liar call,
So, good-night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

[Exit.

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Wild and fantastical as this play is, all the parts in their various modes are well written, and give the kind of pleasure which the author designed. Fairies in his time were much in fashion;_ common tradition had made them familiar, and Spenser's poem had made them great.-JOHNSON.

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