« VorigeDoorgaan »
The rest I'll give to be to you translated. Bot. You were best to call them generally, 0, teach me how you look; and with what art man by man, according to the scrip. You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my to play in our interlude before the duke and smiles such skill!
duchess, on his wedding-day at night. Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection the play treats on; then read the names of the move!
actors; and so grow to a point. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Quin. Marry, our play is—The most lamenHel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. table comedy, and most cruel death of PyraHer. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. mus and Thisby. Hel. None, but your beauty; Would that Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure fault were mine!
you, and a merry.--Now, good Peter Quince, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see call forth your actors by the scroll: Masters, my face;
spread yourselves. Lysander and myself will fly this place.- Quin. Answer as I call you.—Nick Bottom, Before the time I did Lysander see,
the weaver. Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
Bot. Ready : Name what part I am for, and O then, what graces in my love do dwell, proceed. That he hath turn'd a heaven into hell !
Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Pyramus. To-morrow night when Phoebe doth behold Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
Quin. A lover, that kills himself most galDecking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
lantly for love. (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,)
Bot. That will ask some tears in the true Through Athens' gates have we devis’d to steal. performing of it: If I do it, let the audience Her. And in the wood, where often you look to their eyes; I will move storms, I will and I
condole in some measure. To the rest :-Yet Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, my chief humour is for a tyrant: I could play Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet: Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to There my Lysander and myself shall meet : make all split. And thence, from Athens turn away our eyes,
" The raging rocks, To seek new friends and stranger companies.
“ With shivering shocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,
5. Shall break the locks And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !
“ Of prison-gates : Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
" And Phibbus' car From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.
" Shall shine from far, (Exit Hermia.
" And make and mar Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helena adieu :
" The foolish fates." As you on him, Demetrius dote on you ! This was lofty-Now name the rest of the
[Exit Lysander. players.—This is Ercles’ vein, a tyrant's vein ; Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can
a lover is more condoling. be !
Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
Flu. Here, Peter Quince. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so ;
Quin. You must take Thisby on you. He will not know what all but he do know. Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. So I, admiring of his qualities,
Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
I have a beard coming. Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in Love looks not with the eyes, but with the a mask, and you may speak as small as you will. mind;
Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind : Thisby too : l’ll speak in a monstrous little Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste; voice ;-Thisne, Thisne,-—Ah, Pyramus, my Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste: lover dear ; thy Thisby dear! and lady dear! And therefore is love said to be a child, Quin. No, no ; you must play Pyramus, and, Because in choice he is so oft beguila. (swear, Flute, you Thisby. As waggish boys in game* themselves for- Bot. Well, proceed. So the boy love is perjur'd every where : Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,t Star. Here, Peter Quince. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine;
Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, Thisby's mother.—Tom Snout, the tinker. So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Snout. Here, Peter Quince. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Quin. You, Pyramus' father; myself, ThisThen to the wood will he, to-morrow night, by's father ;-Snng, the joiner, you, the lion's Pursue her; and for this intelligence
part :-and, I hope, here is a play fitted. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
Snug. Have you the lion's part written? But herein mean I to enrich my pain ;
pray you, is it be, give it me, for I am slow of To have his sight thither, and back again. [ Exit. study. SCENE II.—The same.--A Room in a Collage.
Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is Enter Snug,BOTTOM,FLUTE,Snout,QUINCE,
nothing but roaring. and STARVELING.
Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, Quin. Is all our company here?
that I will do any man's heart good to hear
me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say, Sport.
1 Ives. | Let him roar again, Let him roar again.
Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen,* would fright the dutchess and the ladies, that But they do square ;t that all their elves, for they would shriek: and that were enough to fear, hang us all.
Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.' AN. That would hang us every mother's son. Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making
Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should quite, fright the ladies out of their wits, they would or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, have no more discretion but to hang us: but Call d Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar That fright the maidens of the villagery; you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern, you an 'twere any nightingale.
And bootless make the breathless housewife Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : churn;
(barm;8 for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper And sometime make the drink to bear no man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore
harm? you must needs play Pyramus.
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard You do their work, and they shall have good were I best to play it in?
Are not you he?
[luck: Quin. Why, what you will.
Puck. Thou speak'st aright; Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw. I am that merry wanderer of the night. coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French- When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow. Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
Quin. Some of your French crowns have no And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. In very likeness of a roasted crab ;|| -But, masters, here are your parts : and I And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, in the palace wood, a mile without the town, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; by moon-light; there is we rehearse: for it we Then slıp i from her vun, down topples she, meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with com- And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; pany, and our devices known. In the mean And then the whole quire hold their hips and time I will draw a bill of properties,t such as
loffe ; our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
Bot. We will meet; and there we may re- A merrier hour was never wasted there.hearse more obscenely, and courageously. But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.
Fai. And here my mistress ;-'Would that Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
he were gone! Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings. I
SCENE II. (Exeunt.
Enter OBERON, at one door, with his train, and
TITANIA, at another, with hers.
Obe. I'll meet by moon-light, proud Titania. Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another. Tila. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you?
hence; Fai. Over hill, over dale,
I have forsworn his bed and company.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton ; Am not I thy lord? Over park, over pale,
Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know Thorough food, thorough fire,
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, I do wander every where,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day, Swifter than the moones sphere; ,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love And I serve the fairy queen,
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, To dew her orbsj upon the green:
Come from the farthest steep of India ? The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, In their gold coats spots you see;
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love Those be rubbies, fairy favours,
To Theseus must be wedded; and you come In those freckles live their savours:
To give their bed joy and prosperity. I must go seek some dew-drops here,
Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, TitaAnd hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
[nia, Farewell, thou lob|| of spirits, I'll be gone;
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmerPuck. The king doth keep his revels here ing night to-night;
From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? Take heed, the queen come not within his sight. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
With Ariadne, and Antiopa? Because that she, as her attendant, hath
Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;
And never, since the middle summer's spring, She never had so sweet a changeling:
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, And jealous Oberon would have the child By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild:
Or on the beached margent of the sea, But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our her joy:
sport. And now they never meet in grove, or green, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
| Articles required in performing a play. As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
• Arall pornts
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took
It fell upon a little western flower. -
Before, milk-white; now purple with love's And thorough this distemperature, we see
wound, The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts And maidens call it, love-in-idleness. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
once : An oderous chaplet of sweet summer buds The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, Will make or man or woman madly dote The childings autumn, angry winter, change Upon the next live creature that it sees. Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, Fetch me this herb : and be thou here again, By their increase,|| now knows not which is Ere the leviathan can swim a league. which :
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth And this same progeny of evils comes
In forty minutes.
[Exit Puck. From our debate, from our dissention;
Obe. Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, To be my henchman.T
Òn meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) Tita. Set your heart at rest,
She shall pursue it with the soul of love.
Aud here am I, and woodt within this wood,
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adaBut she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
mant; And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy : But yet you draw not iron, for my heart And for her sake, I will not part with him. Is true as steel: Leave you your power to draw, Obe. How long within this wood intend you And I shall have no power to follow you. stay?
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding. Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth day.
Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you ? If you will patiently dance in our round, Hel. And even for that do I love you the And see our moon-light revels, go with us;
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, (more. If not, shun me, and I will spare your baunts.
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike thee.
me, Tita. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
[Ereunt Titania, and her train. What worser place can I beg in your love, Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from (And yet a place of high respect with me) this grove,
Than to be used as you use your dog? Till I torment thee for this injury.-
Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my My gentle Puck, come hither:Thou remember'st
spirit; Since once I sat upon a promontory,
For I am sick, when I do look on thee. And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you. Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
Dem. You do impeachfyour modestytoo much, That the rude sea grew civil at her song; To leave the city, and commit yourself And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, Into the hands of one that loves you not :
Banks which contain them. To trust the opportunity of night, 1 A game played by boys. Autumn producing flowers unseasonnbly.
* Exempt from love.
† Mad, raving
+ ingin mention
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
Song. With the rich worth of your virginity. 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ; It is not night, when I do see your face,
Newts,* and blind-worms,t do no wrong; Therefore I think I am not in the night :
Come not near our fairy queen : Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; For you, in my respect, are all the world:
CHORUS. Then how can it be said, I am alone,
Philomel, with melody, When all the world is here to look on me?
Sing in our sweet lullaby : Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby : brakes,
Never harm, nor spell nor charm, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
Come our lovely lady nigh : Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as
So, good night, with lullaby.
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence;
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody, &c.
i Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!
One, aloof, stand sentinel. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
[Exeunt Fairies.-TITANIA sleeps. We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
Enter OBERON. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake To die upon the hand I love so well. [Ereunt Dem. and Hel. Do it for thy true love take;
(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids, Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave Love, and languish for his sake: Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.- Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
In thy eye that shall appear
Wake, when some vile thing is near. Exil. Puck. Ay, there it is. Obe. I pray thee, give it me.
Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in Where ox-lipst and the nodding violet grows;
the wood; Quite over-canopied with lushf woodbine, And to speak troth, I have forgot our way; With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
And tarry for the comfort of the day. Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin, For I upon this bank will rest my head. Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
both; And make her full of hateful fantasies.
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth, Take thou some of it, and seek through this
Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my A sweet Athenian lady is in love [grove;
dear, With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes ; Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. But do it, when the next thing he espies,
Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innoMay be the lady: Thou shalt know the man
cence ; By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Love, take the meaning in love's conference, Effect it with some care; that he may prove
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit; More fond on her, than she upon her love:
So that but one heart we can make of it: And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall So then, two bosoms, and a single truth.
[Exeunt. Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; SCENE III.
For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Enter TITANIA, with her train.
If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. Tila. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song: But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Then, for the third part of a minute hence ; Lie further off; in human modesty Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds :
Such separation, as, may well be said, Some, war with rear-micell for their leathern Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid: wings,
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : To make my small elves coats ; and some, keep Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end ! back
Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and And then end life, when I end loyalty! wonders
Here is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest! At our quaint spirits :T Sing me now asleep; Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes Then to your offices, and let me rest.
[They sleep 1 The greater cowslip. | Vigorous. A kind of dance
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you
In such disdainful manner me to woo. Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
(do, But Athenian found 1 none,
But fare you well: perforce I must confess, On whose eyes I might approve
I thought you lord of more true gentleness. This flower's force in stirring love.
0, that a lady, of one man refus’d, Night and silence! who is here? Should, of another, therefore, be abus'd! (Exit. Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
Lys. She sees not Hermia :—Hermia, sleep
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Are hated most of those they did deceive;
So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
And all my powers, address your love and
might, So awake, when I am gone;
To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Erit. For I must now to Oberon. [Exit.
Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help
me! do thy best, Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet De- Ah me, for pity !--what a dream was here? metrius.
Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear: Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Methought a serpent eat my heart away, me thus.
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey : Hel. O, wilt thou darklingt leave me? do Lysander! what, remov'd? Lysander ! lord !
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.
word? [Erit DEMETRIUS.
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! Speak, of all loves ;* I swoon almost with fear. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
No!-then I well perceive you are not nigh: Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
[Exit. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt
ACT III. If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. SCENE 1.--The same.—The Queen of Fairies I am as ugly as a bear;
lying asleep. For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius
SNOUT, and STARVELING. Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
Bot. Are we all met? What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with fíermia's sphery convenient place for our rehearsal : This green
Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous But who is here!-Lysander! on the ground: Jour tyring-house; and we will do it in action,
plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound :
as we will do it before the duke. Lysander, if you live, good Sir, awake.
Bot. Peter Quince,Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy
Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom? sweet sake.
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, Pyramus and Thisby, that ill never please. That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. First, Pyramus must draw his sword to kill Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!
answer you that? Hel. Do not say so, Lysander! say not so:
Snout. By’rlakin,t a parloust fear. What though he love your Hermia? Lord,
Star. I believe, we must leave the killing what though?
out, when all is done. Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content.
Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent all well. Write me a prologue: and let the The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with Not Hermia, but Helena I love:
our swords; and that Pyramus is not killed Who will not change a raven for a dove?
indeed : and, for the more better assurance, The will of man is by his reason sway'd ;
tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, And reason says you are the worthier maid.
but Bottom, the weaver: This will put them Things growing are not ripe until their season: out of fear. So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue ; And touching now the point of human skill, Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
and it shall be written in eight and six.And leads me to your eyes; where lo'erlook; in eight and eight.
Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written Love's stories written in love's richest book.
Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery lion? born?
Star. I fear it, I promise you. When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn?
Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
yourselves : to bring in, God shield us ! a lion That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for But you must flout my insufficiency?
there is not a more fearfuls wild-fowl than * By all that is dear.
† By our ladykin.