-Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Lys. More than to us Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we have, 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? Call Philostrate. Phil. 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? Phil. 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 sung By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. We'll none of that: that have I told my love, The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, How shall we find the concord of this discord? Phil. 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 [6] By abridgment our author may mean a dramatic performance, which crowds the events of years into a few hours. STEEVENS. [7] i. e. a short account or enumeration. STEEVENS. [8] Critical here means criticising, censuring. So, in Othello: 'O, I am nothing if not critical." STEEVENS. There is not one word apt, one player fitted. Phil. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories' Phil. No, my noble lord, It is not for you: I have heard it over, 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 PHIL. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his service perishing. 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. Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.3 [1] That is, unexercised, unpractised memories. STEEVENS. [2] To intend and to attend were anciently synonymous. Intents therefore may be put for the object of their altention. We still say a person is intent on his business. STEEVENS. [3] And what dutifulness tries to perform without ability, regardful generosity receives with complacency, estimating it not by the actual merit of the performance, but by what it might have been, were the abilities of the performers equal to their zeal.-Such, I think, is the true interpretation of this passage; for which the reader is indebted partly to Dr. Johnson, and partly to Mr. Steevens. MALONE. Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, Re-enter PHILOSTRATE. Phil. So please your grace, the prologue is addrest. The. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpetɛ. 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 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 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 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, MOONSHINE, and LION, as in dumb show. Prol. Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show; This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain." [4] Recorder, a kind of flute. Shakespeare introduces the same instrument in Hamlet; and Milton says:-" To the sound of soft recorders." STEEVENS. [5] A burlesque was here intended on the frequent recurrence of "certain" as a bungling rhyme in poetry more ancient than the age of Shakespeare. STEEVENS '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 moon-shine: for, if you will know, "By_moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; 'Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: 'Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, ‘And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : 'Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,7 'He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, 'Let Lion, Moon-shine, Wall, and lovers twain, 'At large discourse, while here they do remain.' [Ex. PROL. THIS. LION, and Moon-shine. The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion asses do. may, when many 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 it in a cranny'd hole, or chink, [6] Hight, in old English, signifies-is called. I think it probable that a line, following the words-by night, has been lost. MALONE. [7] Mr. Upton rightly observes, that Shakespeare in this line ridicules the affectation of beginning many words with the same letter. He might have remarked the same of--The raging rocks, &c. Gascoigne, contemporary with our poet, remarks and blames the same affectation. JOHNSON. This alliteration seems to have reached the height of its fashion in the reign of Henry VIII. The following stanza is quoted from a poem On the Fall and evil Success of Rebellion, written in 1537, by Wilfride Holme: "Loe, leprous lurdeins, lubricke in loquacitie, In Tusser's Husbandry, p. 104, there is a poem of which every word begins with a T. STEEVENS. 6 Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, 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.' 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, '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 wall for this! But what see I? No Thisby do I see. 'O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss 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 you ::-Yonder she comes. told Enter THISbe. This. O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; 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." [8] Limander and Helen, are spoken by the blundering player, for Leander and Hero. Shafalus and Procrus, for Cephalus and Procris. JOHNSON. |