Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, wot, Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou? Puck. Come hither; I am here. Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. shalt buy this dear, 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. If ever I thy face by day-light see: [Lies down and sleeps. Enter HELENA. Hel. O weary night, O, long and tedious night, [east Abate thy hours: shine comforts, from the That I may back to Athens, by day-light, From these that my poor company detest :And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. [Sleeps. Puck. Yet but three? Come one more; Two of both kinds makes up four. Here she comes, curst and sad :Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Thou tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known, Jack shall have Jill; [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? Cob. Ready. Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red * Stroke. Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Must. What's your will? 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. Tila. O, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, OBERON advances. Enter Puck. Her dotage now I do begin to pity. * Fist. 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 queen, take hands with me, [be. And rock the ground whereon those sleepers Now thou and I are new in amity; And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, And bless it to all fair posterity: There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark; Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, Enter THESEUS, Hippolyta, EgEUS, and train. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester; For now our observation is perform'd: And since we have the vaward* of the day, My love shall hear the music of my hounds.Uncouple in the western valley; go: Despatch, I say, and find the forester.We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding;† for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near, Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are [hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like [bells, Each under each. A cry more tunable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly: Judge, when you hear. But, soft; what nymphs are these? [asleep : Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is; This Helena, old Nedar's Helena : I wonder of their being here together. bulls; The. No doubt, they rose up early to observe The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity.— • Forepart. † Sound. The flews are the large chaps of a bound. VOL. I. T But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and start up. The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord. [He and the rest kneel to THESEUS. The. I pray you all stand up. I know, you are two rival enemies; Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, [be I came with Hermia hither: our intent I beg the law, the law upon his head.— Thereby to have defeated you and me: 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. The duke was here, and bid us follow him? Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. 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: [Exeunt. away; go, away. ACT V. Palace of THESEUS. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt. As they go out, BOTTOM 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 SCENE I.-The same.-An Apartment in the 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 II.—Athens.-A Room in QUINCE'S House. Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVE LING. 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 hang'd; 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 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. Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend And, as imagination bodies forth Hip. But all the story of the night told over, The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love [bed! Lys. More than to us shall we have, Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. *Are made of mere imagination. ↑ Stability. Short account. Make choice of which your highness will see to be sung, By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, words long; 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; 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. Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: 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 addrest.† * Unexercised. Enter PROLOGUE. Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will, That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To show 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, [you, We are not here. That you should here repent 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 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, MOON- "Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers stain: "Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, "And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful [breast; blade, "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." [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 [Thisby, "Did whisper often very secretly. "This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth show, *A musical instrument. † Called. "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! 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. 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; Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in 66 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 er's grace; 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, "When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. "Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am "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. 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 can dle; for, you see, it is already in snuff.* Hip. I am weary of this moon: Would, he would change! lov-tion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in cour The. It appears, by his small light of discretesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. And like Limander am I trusty still." This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." Pyr. "Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true." This. "As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." Pyr. "O, kiss me though 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 discharg 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 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 moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn bush; and this dog, my dog. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lanhere comes Thisbe. tern; for they are in the moon. But, silence, |