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 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: away! go; away! [Exeunt. ACT V. Hip. "Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of. The. More strange than true: I never may believe These antic fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination, Hip. But all the story of the night told over, The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA. Joy, gentle friends; joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts! Lys. To wear away this long age of three hours, Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. The. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening? What mask? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight? Philost. There is a brief how many sports are ripe; Make choice of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper. The. [Reads.] "The battle with the Centaurs, to be "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, For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, No, my noble lord; Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is addrest. 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 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 his 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 impair'd, but all disordered. Who is next? Enter the PRESENTER, PYRAMUS, and THISBE, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion, as in dumb show. Pres. "Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show; But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This man is Pyramus, if you would know; This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder; And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are content To whisper, at the which let no man wonder. This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Presenteth moonshine; for, if you will know, To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. And finds his gentle Thisby's mantle slain : His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, [Exeunt PRES., THISBE, Lion, and Moonshine. Wall. "In this same interlude, it doth befal, This lime, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth show 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! 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; 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 thee." This. "My love! thou art my love, I think." This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." This. ""Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay." Wall. "Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus wall away doth go." [Exeunt Wall, PYRAMUS, and THISBE. The. Now is the wall 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 e'er 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 men. Here come two noble beasts in, a man 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's fell, nor else no lion's dam: For, if I should as lion come in strife Into this place, 'twere pity on your 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 not 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 The. This is the greatest error of all the rest. 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 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 lantern; for all these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe. Enter THISBE. This. "This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?" Lion. "Oh-." [The Lion roars.-THISBE runs off. Dem. Well roared, lion. Pyr. "Sweetmoon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; But stay;-0 spite! [Seeing THISBE's mantle. 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 on the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Pyr. "O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame, Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear? Which is no, no-which was the fairest dame, That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer. Come, tears, confound; Out, sword, and wound The of Pyramus: pap 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! [Dies. Now die, die, die, die, die." 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 yet prove an ass. Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? The. She will find him by starlight.-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; he for a man, God warrant us; she for a woman, God bless us. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.This. " Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove? O Pyramus! arise: Speak, speak! Quite dumb? This cherry tip, Come, come to me, With shears his thread of silk. Tongue, not a word:- 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. [4 dance. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.- I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn, [Stabs himself. In nightly revels, and new jollity. Moon, take thy flight! [Exit Moonshine. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter Puck, with a broom on his shoulder. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, That the graves, all gaping wide, In the church-way paths to glide: By the triple Hecate's team, To sweep the dust behind the door. Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with all their train. Obe. Through the 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 your song by rote, THE SONG. 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 And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be, And each several chamber bless, And the owner of it blest. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, Else the Puck a liar call: So, good night unto you all. SCENE I.-Venice. A Street. And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean, ACT I. That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, Salar. And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought Is sad to think upon his merchandise. Ant. Believe me, no. I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this present year: Therefore, my merchandise makes me not sad. Salan. Why, then you are in love. Ant. Fie, fie! Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you are sad, Because you are not merry; and 'twere as easy That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. man, Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare you well: Salar. I would have stay'd till I had made you merry, If worthier friends had not prevented me. Ant. Your worth is very dear in my regard. I take it, your own business calls on you, Salar. Good morrow, my good lords. Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Say, when? You grow exceeding strange: must it be so? Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on yours. [Exeunt SALARINO and SALANIO. |