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Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, wot,
good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; not fret yourself too much in the action, monAnd dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. sieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the Where art thou?
honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have Puck. Come hither ; I am here.
you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou Where's monsieur Mustard-seed ? shalt buy this dear,
Must. Ready. If ever I thy face by day-light sée :
Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur MustardNow, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good To measure out my length on this cold bed.- monsieur. By day's approach look to be visited.
Must. What's your will ? [Lies down and sleeps. Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help
cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the Enter HELENA.
barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marHel. O weary night, 0, long and tedious vellous hairy about the face : and I am such a night,
(east : tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must Abate thy hours: shine comforts, from the scratch. That I may back to Athens, by day-light, Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my From these that my poor company detest :
sweet love? And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music : eye,
let us have the tongs and the bones. Steal me awhile from mine own company. Tila. O, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st
to eat. Puck. Yet but three? Come one more;
Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could Two of both kinds makes up four. munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have Here she comes, curst and sad :
a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, Cupid is a knavish lad,
sweet hay, hath no fellow. Thus to make poor females mad.
Tila. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek Enter HERMIA.
The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handiul, or two, of Her. Never so weary, never so in wo;
dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep briers,
come upon me. I can no further crawl, no further go;
Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
[Lies down. Gently entwist,—the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
OBERON advances. Enter Puck. [Squeezing the juice on LYSander's eye.
Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou When thou wak'st,
this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool, of thy former lady's eye:
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her : And the country proverb known, For she his hairy temples then had rounded That every man should take his own, With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ; In your waking shall be shown :
And that same dew, which sometime on the Jack shall have Jill;
[pearls. Nought shall go ill;
Was wont to swell, like round and orient The man shall have his mare again, and all Stood now within the pretty flourets' eyes, shall be well.
Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. [Exit Puck.-Dem. HEL. &c. sleep. When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her, ACT IV.
And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, SCENE 1.-The same.
I then did ask of her her changeling child;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
And now I have the boy, I will undo
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,* (bed, And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. That he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair ;
And think no more of this night's accidents,
But first I will release the fairy queen.
Be, as thou wast wont to be;
[Touching her eyes with an herlu your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red- See, as thou wast wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day Hath such force and blessed power. That Hermia should give answer of her choice? Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen. Ege. It is my lord.
Tita. My Oberon ! what visions have I seen! The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
their horns. Obe. There lies your love.
Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYTita. How came these things to pass ?
SANDER, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe. Silence, a while. -Robin, take off this head.
The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valen,
tine is past; Titania, music call; and strike more dead
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Than common sleep, of all these five the sense.
Lys. Pardon, my lord. Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep.
(He and the rest kneel to THESEUS.
The. I pray you all stand up. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep.
I know, you are two rival enemies ; Obe. Sound, music. [Still music.] Come, my That hatred is so far from jealousy,
How comes this gentle concord in the world, queen, take hands with me, [be. And rock the ground whereon those sleepers
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? Now thou and I are new in amity;
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly,
Half 'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear, Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,
I cannot truly say how I came here : And bless it to all fair posterity:
And now I do bethink me, so it is ;) There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
I came with Hermia hither : our intent [be Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark;
Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might I do hear the morning lark.
Without the peril of the Athenian law.
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have Trip we after the night's shade:
enough: We the globe can compass soon,
I beg the law, the law upon his head. Swifter than the wand'ring moon.
They would have stol'n away, they would, Tita. Come, my lord; and, in our flight, Thereby to have
defeated you and me :
You, of your wife; and me, of my consent; With these mortals on the ground! [ Exeunt. Of my consent that she should be your wife. [Horns sound within.
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their
stealth, Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, E¢eus, and of this their purpose hither to this wood; train.
And I in fury hither follow'd them; The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;- Fair Helena in fancy* following me: For now our observation is perform’d:
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, And since we have the vaward* of the day, My love shali hear the music of my hounds.- Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
(But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia Uncouple in the western valley; go:
As the remembrance of an idle gawd,t Despatch, I say, and find the forester.
Which in my childhood I did dote upon : We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, And mark the musical confusion
The object, and the pleasure of mine eye, Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
Is only Helena. To her, my lord, Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia: once,
But, like in sickness, did I loath this food: When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear But, as health, come to my natural taste, With hounds of Sparta : never did I bear
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it, Such gallant chiding ;t for, besides the groves, And will for evermore be true to it. The skies, the fountains, every region near, The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard of this discourse we more will hear anon.So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Egeus, I will overbear your will; The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan For in the temple, by and by, with us, kind,
[hung These couples shall eternally be knit. So flewd, so sanded; and their heads are And, for the morning now is something worn, With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.Crook-kneed, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three, bulls ;
bells, We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like Come, Hippolyta. Each under each. A cry more tunable
Exeunt Tae. HiP. EGE, and train. Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
Dem. These things seem small, and undisIn Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
tinguishable, Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. nymphs are these?
[asleep: Her. Methinks I see these things with parted Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here
eye, And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is ; This Helena, old Nedar's Helena :
When every thing seems double.
Hel. So, methinks :
The. No doubt, they rose up early to observe Mine own, and not mine own.
[think, Came here in grace of our solemnity
That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you • Forepart.
1 Sound. I The fiewy are the large chans of a hound
The duke was here, and bid us follow him? apparel together; good strings to your beards, Her. Yea; and my father.
new ribbons to your pumps ; meet presently Hel. And Hippolyta.
at the palace; every man look o'er his part; Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. for, the short and the long is, our play is preDem. Why then, we are awake : let's follow ferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean him ;
linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the
[E.ceunt. lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no As they go out, Bottom awakes. onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear them will answer:-my text is, Most fair Pyramus.— say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words: Hey, ho!--Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows- away; go, away.
[Exeunt. mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's
ACT V. my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a SCENE 1.—The same.-An Apartment in the dream,-past the wit of man to say what dream
Palace of TAESEUS. it was: Man is but an ass, if he go about to
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, expound this dream. Methought I was-there
Lords, and Attendants. is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,--But man is but a Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these patched fool, if he will offer to say what me lovers speak of. thought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, The. More strange than true. I never may the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is
believe not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. his heart to report, what my dream was. I Lovers, and madmen, have such seething will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this
brains, dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it More than cool reason ever comprehends. in the latter end of a play, before the duke: The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, Are of imagination all compact :* I shall sing it at her death.
(Exit. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; SCENE II.-Athens.—A Room in Quince's Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, House.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, Snout, and STARVE- Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth
to heaven; Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house is And, as imagination bodies forth he come home yet?
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nohe is transported.
A local habitation, and a name. [thing Flu. If he come not, then the play is mar- Such tricks hath strong imagination; red: It goes not forward, doth it?
That, if it would but apprehend some joy, Quin. It is not possible; you have not a man It comprehends some bringer of that joy; in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but Or, in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear? Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any Hip. But all the story of the night told over, handycraft man in Athens.
And all their minds transfigur'd so together, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he More witnesseth than fancy's images, is a very paramour, for a sweet voice. And grows to something of great constancy;t
Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour But, howsoever, strange and admirable. is, God bless us, a thing of nought.
Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, Enter Snug.
and HELENA. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and
mirth.ladies more married: if our sport had gone Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love 'forward, we had all been made men.
Accompany your hearts ! Flu. O sweet Bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a-day during his life; he could Wait on your royal walks, your board, your
Lys. More than to us
[bed: not have 'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke
The. Come now; what masks, what dances had not given him sixpence a-day for playing
shall we have, Pyramus, I'll be hang'd; he would have de- To wear away this long age of three hours, served it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or no- Between our after-supper, and bed-time? thing.
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand? Is there no play, Bot. Where are these lads? where are these To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? bearts?
Call Philostrate. Quin. Bottom! O most courageous day!
Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. O most happy hour!
The. Say, what abridgment have you for Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: this evening?
(guile but ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am What mask? what music? How shall we beno true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, The lazy time, if not with some delight? right as it fell out.
Philost. There is a brief, how many sports Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
are ripe; Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell
* Are made of mere imagination. 1 Stability. you, is, that the duke hath dined: Get your Pastime.
Make choice of which your highness will see The. Let him approach.
(Flourish of trumpets. The. (Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs,
Enter PROLOGUE. to be sung,
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will, By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.
That you should think, we come not to offend, We'll none of that : that have I told my love, But with good will. To show our simple skill, In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
That is the true beginning of our end. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Consider then, we come but in despite, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. We do not come as minding to content you, That is an old device; and it was play'd Our true intent is. All for your delight, (you, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
We are not here. That you should here repent The thrice three Muses mourning for the death The actors are at hand; and, by their show,
Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. You shall know all, that you are like to know. That is some satire, keen, and critical,
The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
colt, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth. lord : It is not enough to speak, but to speak Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? true. That is, hot ice, and wondrous strange snow. Hip. Indeed, he hath played on this prologue, How shall we find the concord of this discord? like a child on a recorder ;* a sound, but not Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten in government. words long;
The. His speech was like a tangled chain; Which is as brief as I have known a play; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; next? Which makes it tedious: for in all the play Enter PYRAMUs and TAISBE, WALL, MoonThere is not one word apt, one player fitted.
SHINE, and Lion, as in dumb show. And tragical, my noble lord, it is ; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at
this show; Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
(plain. Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
“But wonder on, till truth make all things The passion of loud laughter never shed.
“This man is Pyramus, if yoù would know; The. What are they, that do play it?
“ This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in
" This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth Athens here,
present Which never laboured in their minds till now;
“ Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers
sunder: And now have toild their unbreath'd memories With this same play, against your nuptial.
" And through wall's chink, poor souls they are
content The. And we will hear it. Philost. No, my noble lord,
"To whisper; at the which let no man
wonder. It is not for you: I have heard it over,
[thorn, And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
“ This man with lantern, dog, and bush of Unless you can find sport in their intents,
“ Presenteth moonshine : for, if you will Extremely stretchd, and conn'd with cruel
know, To do you service.
“ By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn The. I will hear that play;
“ To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it.
“ This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,t Go, bring them in ;--and take your places,
“The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, ladies. (Exit PAILOSTRATE.
Did scare away, or rather did affright: Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'er
And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; And duty in his service perishing. (charg'a,
* Which lion vile with bloody mouth did
stain : The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing:
" Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful
“ And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for
“ He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody nothing, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake :
“ And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, And what poor duty cannot do,
“ His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
“Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
“At large discourse, while here they do reTo greet me with premeditated welcomes ; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
[Ereunt PROLOGUE, THISBE, Lion, and Make periods in the midst of sentences,
MOONSHINE. Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak.
Dem. No wonder, my lord, one lion may, And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet,
when many asses do. Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;
Wal. " In this same interlude, it doth befall, And in the modesty of fearful duty
" That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
“And such a wall, as I would have you think, Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
“ That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity,
“ Through which the lovers, Pyramus and In least, speak most to my capacity.
“Did whisper often very secretly. [Thisby, Enter PAILOSTRATE.
" This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is
† Called. addrest.t
* A musical instrument.
" That I am that same wall; the truth is so:
Here come two noble beasts in, a moon " And this the cranny is, right and sinister, and a lion. * Through which the fearful lovers are to
Enter Lion and MOONSHINE. whisper."
Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak
do fear better?
“ The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I
on floor, heard discourse, my lord.
May now, perchance, both quake and tremThe. Pyramus draws near the wall : silence! Enter PYRAMUS.
“When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. Pyr. "O grim-look'd night! 0 night with
“ Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am hue so black !
“A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: “O night, which ever art, when day is not !
“ For if I should as lion come in strife “O night, О night, alack, alack, alack, “I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot
“ Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” " And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
The. A very gentle beast and of a good con" That stand'st between her father's ground
science. and mine;
Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that
e'er I saw. “ Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, “ Show me thy chink, to blink through with
Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. mine eyne, [Wall holds up his fingers.
The. True; and a goose for his discretion. " Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee
Dem. Not so, my lord : for his valour cannot well for this!
carry his discretion; and the fox carries the “ But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
goose. " wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss
The. His discretion, I am sure cannot carry “ Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me !" his valour; for the goose carries not the fox.
It is well : leave it to his discretion, and let us The. The wall, methinks, being sensible,
listen to the moon. should curse again.
Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now,
Dem. He should have worn the horns on his and I am to spy her through the wall. You
head. shall see, it will fall pat as I told you :- :-Yon
The. He is no crescent, and his horns are inder she comes.
visible within the circumference. Enter THISBE.
Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon This. “ wall, full often hast thou heard
present ; my moans,
“ Myself the man i'the moon do seem to be." * For parting my fair Pyramus and me:
The. This is the greatest error of all the rest ; " My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; the man should be put into the lantern : How Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in is it else the man i’the moon: thee."
Dem. He dares not come there for the canPyr. " I see a voice : now will I to the chink, dle; for, you see, it is already in snuff.* “ To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.
Hip. I am weary of this moon: Would, he " Thisby?”
would change! This. " My love! thou art my love, I think.” Pyr. “ Think what thou wilt, I am thy lov- tion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in cour
The. It appears, by his small light of discreer's grace;
tesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. ** And like Limander am I trusty still."
Lys. Proceed, moon. This." And I like Helen, till the fates me
Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, kill."
that the lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the Pyr. “ Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.”
moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn bush; and This. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.”
this dog, my dog: Pyr. “O, kiss me though the hole of this
Dem. Why, all these should be in the lanvile wall.” This. " I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips here comes Thisbe.
tern; for they are in the moon. But, silence, at all." Pyr. “ Wilt thou åt Ninny's tomb meet me
Enter THISBE. straightway?"
This. “ This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is This. “ Tide life, tide death, I come without
my love?" delay.”
Lion “OhWall. “Thus have I, wall, my part discharg
[The Lion roari.-THISBE runs off.
Dem. Well roared, lion. " And, being done, thus wall away doth go." The. Well run, Thisbe. (Exeunt WALL, PYRAMUS, and TAISBE.
Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon The. Now is the mural down between the shines with a good grace. two neighbours.
The. Well moused, lion. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are
The Lion tears TAISBE's mantle, and exit. so wilful to hear without warning.
Dem. And so comes Pyramus. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
Lys. And then the moon vanishes. The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination
Enter PYRAMUS. amend them.
Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy Hip. It must be your imagination then, and
[bright: not theirs.
"I thank thee, moon, for shining
now so The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for exeellent
* In anger; a quibble.