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5, to be gone from Athens, where we might be
hout the peril of the Athenian law.'?
ge. Enough, enough, my lord; you liave enough;
g the law, the law, upon his head.
y would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius,
reby to have defeated you and me:
of

your wife; and me of my consent; ny consent that she should be

your

wife. em. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, this their purpose hither, to this wood;

I in fury.hither follow'd them; Helena in fancy* following me. my good lord, I wot not by what power by some power it is), my love to Hermia, ed as doth the snow, seems to me now ie remembrance of an idle gawdt, ch in my childhood I did dote upon: all the faith, the virtue of my heart, object, and the pleasure of mine eye, ly Helena. To her, my lord, I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia: like in sickness, did I loath this food : as in health, come to my natural taste, do I wish it, love it, long for it, will for evermore be true to it. e. Fair lovers, you are fortunately meti is discourse we more will hear anon. S, I will overbear your will; a the femple, by and by with us, couples shall eternally be knit. for the morning now is something worn nurpos'd hunting shall be set aside. ; with us, to Athens; Three and three, hold a feast in great solemnity. , Hippolyta.

[Exeunt The. Hip. Ege. and train. n. These things seem small; and undistinguisbable,

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Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

Her. Methinks, I see these things with pa When every thing seems double. Hel.

So met And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Mide own, and not mine own. Dem.

It seems to That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you The duke was bere, and bid us follow him? Hel.

And Hippo Her. Yea; and my father. Lys. And he did bid us follow to the tem

Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follo And, by the way, let us recount our dreams

As they go out, Bottom awakes.

Bot. When my cue comes, call'me, and answer:-my next .is, Most fair Pyramus ho!-Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows.m Snout, the tinker! Starveliog! God's m stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had rare vision. I have had a dream,past the man to say what dream it was: Man is but a he go about to expound this dream. Meth was there is no man can tell what. Meth was, and methought I had, But man is but ed fool, if he will offer to say what methough The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of m not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his to conceive, por his heart to report, what my was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ba this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Dre cause it hath no bottom; and I will sivg it latter end of a play, before the duke: Peradv to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it death.

Quin. Bottom

happy bour!

SCENE II.

Athens.' Aroom in Quince's House.

Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Starveling, uin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he ze home yet? tar. He cannot be heard of, Out of donbt, he Fansported. Zu. If he come not, then the play is marred; It 3 not forward, doth it? Cuin. It is not possible: you have not a man in Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. iu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any dicraft man in Athens. uin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a y paramour for a sweet voice. Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God ss us, a thing of nought.

Bot. Masters, I an me not what; for, iE nian. I will tell

you Quin, Let us hear

Bot. Not a word is, that the duke hat gether ; good strings to your padips; meet man look o'er his pa is, our play is prefer have clean linen; ac lion, pare bis nails, lion's claws. And, nor garlick, for we do not doubt, bu comedy. No mor

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nug. Masters, the duke is coming from the ple, and there is two or three lords and ladies e married: if our sport had gone forward, we

all been made men. Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost pence a-day duriug his life; he could not have ped sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given

sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be ged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, yramus, or nothing.

Hip. Tis stri

speak c The. More str These antique fa Lovers, and mac Such shaping fai More than cool The lunatick, th

Enter Bottom.

ot. Where are these lads ? where are these ets?

Quin. Bottom!-O most courageous d happy hour!

Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonde me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no nian. I will tell you every thing, riglit a

Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Bot. Not a word of me. All that I w is, that the duke hath dined: Get your gether; good strings to your beards, ne to your pumps; meet presently at the pal man look o'er his part, for, the short an is, our play is preferred. In any case, have clean linen; and let not bim, tha lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet bre do not doubt, but to hear them say, it comedy. No more words; away; go) a

ACT V.

SCENE I. The Same. An Apartme

Palace of Theseus.

Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate,

Attendants.

Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that

speak of. The. More strange than true. I never These antique fables, nor these fairy toys Lovers, and madmen, have such seething Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehend The lunatick, the lover, and the poet,

re of imagination all compact*:
ne sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
jat is, the madman; the lover, all as frantick,
es Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
le poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
oth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to

heaven;
id, as imagination bodies forth
e forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
irns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
local habitation, and a name.
ch tricks hath strong imagination ;
jat, if it would but apprehend some joy,
comprehends some bringer of that joy;
, in the night, imagining some fear,
w easy is a bush suppos’d a bear?
Hip. But all the story of the night told over,
id all their minds transfigur'd so together,
ore witnesseth than fancy's images,
ad grows to something of great constancyt;
it, howsoever, strange, and adinirable.

DREAM
Philost. Here, mighty Theseus,
The. Say, what abridgement have you for this

evening?
What mask? what musick? How shall we begüle
The lazy time, if not with some delight?
Philost. There is a brieft, how many sports are

ripe;
Make choice of which your highness will see prst.

(Giving a paper.
The reads.] The battle with the Centaurt, to

be sung,
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.
Well none of that: that have I told my love,
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
The riot of the tipsy Bacchanala,

Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.
That is an old device; and it was play'd
When I from "Thebes came basta conqueror.

The thrice three Muses mouming for the death

Of learning, late deceasd in beggary. 'That is some satire, keen, and critical, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,

And his love Thisbe: very tragical mirth.
Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief?
That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow.
How shall we find the concord of this discord?
Philost. A play there is, my lord, some teu wote

long;
Which is as brief as I have known a play:
By ten words, my lord, it is too long;
Which makes it tedious: for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears
The passion of loud laughter never shed.

nter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena.

The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
y, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love,
company your hearts !
Lys.

More than to us
ait on your royal walks, your board, your bed.
The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall

we have, wear away this loog age of three hours, tween our after-supper, and bed time? here is our usual manager of mirth? hat revels are in hand? is there no play,

case the anguish of a torturing hour? Il Philostrate.

Are made of mere imagination.

Stability,

• Pastime. VOL. II.

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