Here will I rest me, till the break of day, Heaven shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! Puck. On the ground Sleep sound: I'll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. [Lies down. Oberon advances. Enter Puck. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late behind the wood, [Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. For she his hairy temples then had rounded When thou wak'st, Thou tak'st In the sight Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, The man shall have his mare again, and all shall [Exit Puck.-Dem. Hel. &c. sleep. be well. Must. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb' to scratch. I must to the bar. ber'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 musick, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick; let us have the tongs and the bones. Tita. O say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat. With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; [Touching her eyes with an herb. 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 loathe his visage now! Obe. Silence, awhile.--Robin, take off this head.Titania, musick call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Tita. Musick, ho! musick; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, musick. [Still musick.] Come, my And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark; Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade: We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wandering moon. Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight, Tell me how it came this night, That I sleeping here was found, With these mortals on the ground. [Exeunt. [Horns sound within. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. Of hounds and echo in conjunction. The skies, the fountains, every region near So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth-like bells; Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep: The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns and shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, The. He and the rest kneel to Theseus. I came with Hermia hither: our intent I beg the law, the law, upon his head.- Thereby to have defeated you and me: Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; But, my good lord, I wot not by what power The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: eye, So methinks: When every thing seems double. The duke was here, and bid us follow him? As they go out, Bottom awakes. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer :--my next 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 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 niy 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 Starveling. 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 handicraft 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 thesa hearts ? MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM. stin, Bottom 1-0 most courageous day! O most happy hour! Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but Ath 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. You, is, that the duke hath dined: Get your All that I will tell 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, In myrt and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and fet 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. believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and The lazy time, if not with some delight? The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. More than to us 129 Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are Make choice of which your highness will see ripe; [Giving a paper. The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung first. We'll none of that: that have I told my love, Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, To wear away this long age of three hours, Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, The. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening? What mask what musick? How shall we beguile words long; Which is as brief as I have known a play; Which never labour'd in their minds till now; Philost. No, my noble lord, nothing. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. To greet me with premeditated welcomes; I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Enter Philostrate. Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is addrest. The. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets, Enter Prologue. Enter Pyramus. Pyr. "O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black; Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will. We do not come as minding to content you, pent 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 know, "By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn "He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody "And, Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, Wall. "In this same interlude it doth befall, "Did whisper often very secretly., "That I am that same wall; the truth is so: The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever heard discourse, my lord. The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! 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 Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well mine eyne. [Wall holds up his fingers. for this! "But what see 1? No Thisby do I see. 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 "For parting my fair Pyramus and me: This. My love! thou art my love, I think." "And like Limander am I trusty still." This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." 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 discharged 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 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 No lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: "For if I should as lion come in strife 1" Into this place, 'twere pity on my life." The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conIscience. 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 candle; for, you see, it is already in snuff. Hip. I am a weary 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 they are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisbe. streams, "I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. "But stay;-0 spite! "But mark;-Poor knight, "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! "Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" The. This passion, and the death of a dear riend, would go near to make a man look sad. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Pyr. "0, 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 pap of Pyramus: "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! "Moon take thy flight! "Now die, die, die, die, die." [Dies.-Exit Moonshine. 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 prove an ass. Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? The. She will find him by star-light.-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. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.- "Speak, speak. Quite dumb? "This cherry nose, "His eyes were green as leeks. "Come, come, to me, "With shears his thread of silk. "Come, trusty sword; "Come, blade, my breast imbrue : "Thus Thisby ends: [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 hang'd 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. [Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatch'd. This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends,to bed.A fortnight hold we this solemnity In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt |