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127 Dian's bnd o'er Cupid's flower
Horns and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSandER, HER-
Mia, and Helena, wake and start up.
The.Good-morrow, friends! Saint Valentine is past;
Lys. Pardon, my lord.
(He and the rest kneel to Theseus. Tita. How came these things to pass ?
The. I pray you all, stand up!
I know, you are two rival enemies ;
That hatred is so far from jealousy,
I cannot truly say how I came here:
And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)
Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be
Without the peril of the Ahenian law.
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough:
I beg the law, the law upon his head. -
They would have stol'n away, they would,Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated you and me:
You, of your wife; and me, of my consent;
Of my consent, that she should be your wife.
Dein. My lord, fair Melen told me of their stealth,
Ofthis their purpose hither, to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Fair Helena in fancy following me.
But, my good lord, I wot not, by what power,
(But by some power it is,) my love to llermia,
Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
[Horns sound within. Which in my childhood I did dote upon:
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now do I wish it, loveit, long for it,
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we will hear more anon.-
Forin the temple, by and by with us,
These couples shall eternally be knit.
Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.-
Away, with us, to Athens! Three and three,
We'll hold a feast of great solemnity.-
[Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Dem. These things seem small, and undistinguishable,
When every thing seems double.
And I have found Demetrius, like a jewel,
Dem. It seems to me,
The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
Her. Yea; and my father.
Hel. And Hippolyta.
Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him ;
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 next is, Most fair Pyramus.--Hey, ho! - Peter The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! horns.
1 St arveling! God's mylife! stolen hence, and left me
asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,
A local habitation, and a name.
Enter Quince, Flute, Srout, and STARVELING. That, if it would but apprehend some joy, Quin. Have you sent lo Bottom's house? is he come It comprehends some bringer of that joyi home yet?
Or, in the night, imagining some fear, Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is How easy is a bush suppos’da bear? transported.
Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Flute. If he come not, then the play is marred; it goes and all their minds transfigur'd so together, not forward, doth it?
More witnesseth than fancy's images,
But, howsoever, strange, and admirable.
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love paramour, for a sweet voice.
Accompany your hearts !
Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed!
The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple,
have, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married: To wear away this long age of three hours, if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made Between our after-supper, and bed-time?
Where is our usual manager of mirth? Flute. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost six - What revels are in hand ? Is there no play, pence a-day during his life; he could not have’scaped To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given him six- Call Philostrate! pence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he Philost. Here, might Theseus. would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, The. Say,what abridgment have you for this evening? or nothing
What mask? what music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time, if not with some delight?
(Gives a paper: Bot, Masters, I am to discourse wonders : but ask The. [reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be me not, what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. sung I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.
By an Athenian eunuch, to the harp. Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom !
We'll none of that: that have I told my love, Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, is, In glory of my kinsman Hercules. that the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together; The riot of the tipsy Bachanals, good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look That is an old device; and it was play'd o'er his part; for, the short and the longis, our play is When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; The thrice three Muses mourning for the death and let pot liim, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for of learning, late deceas'din beggary, they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And, most That is some satire, keen, and critical, dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear a tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; And his love Thisbe: very tragical mirth. go away!
(Exeunt. 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 ten words SCENE I.—The same. An apartment in the palace long; of Theseus.
Which is as brief, as I have known a play; Enter Theseus, HippolyTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, and Put by ten words, my lord, it is too long; Attendants.
Which makes it tedious: for in all the play Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers There is not one word apt, oue player fitted. speak of.
And tragical, my noble lord, it is; The. More strange than true. I never may believe
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears “This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,
“Presenteth moon-shine: for, if you will know, The. What are they that do play it?
“By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn,
“Did scare away, or rather did affright:
* And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall ; Philost. No, my noble lord,
“Which lidn vile with bloody mouth did stain: It is not for you : 'I have heard it over,
“Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
“And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: Unless you can find sport in their intents,
“Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, 1
Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, “Hebravely 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." Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies!
(Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine.
(Exit Philostrate. The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak.
“Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
“Did whisper ofton very secretly. Where I have come, great clerks have purposed "This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth show To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
“That I am that same wall; the truth is so :
And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Through which the fearfullovers are to whisper.” Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
Dem. It is the wittiest partition, that ever I heard Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
discourse, my lord. Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;
The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence ! And in the modesty of fearful duty
Enter PYRAMUS. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Pyr. “O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
O night, О night, alack, alack, alack,
I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!-.
“Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Wall holds up his fingers. But with good will. To shew our simple skill, “Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for That is the true beginning of our end.
“But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
“Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!"
again. You shall know all, that you are like to know.
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt; he spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It is not pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes. enough to speak, but to speak true.
Enter Thisbe. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a This. “O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. “For parting my fair Pyramus and me: The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing “My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
“Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.” Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Pyr.”“I see a voice: now will I to the chink, Lion, as in dumb show.
"To spy an I can hear
This. “My love! thou art my love, I think.”
Pyr. “Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; “This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain.
"Andʻlike Limander am I trusty still.”. “This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
This. “And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." 'Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder: “And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are
Pyr. “Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
This. “As Shafalus to Procrus, I to yon.”
Pyr. “O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.“
[Act V. Pyr. "Wilt thon at Ninny's tomb meet me straight “But stay;--Ospite! way?"
“But mark;--poor knight, This. "Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.” “What dreadful dole is here! Wall. “Thus havel, wall, my part discharged so;
“Eyes, do you see? * And being done, thus wall away doth
“How can it be? (Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. “O dainty duck! O dear! The. Now is the mural down between the two neigh
“Thy mantle good, bours.
"What, stain'd with blood ? Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful " Approach, ye furies fell! to hear without warning,
“O fates! come, comci Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
“Cut thread and thrum; The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the “Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. would go near to make a man look sad.
The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Mere Pyr. “O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame? come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion.
"Sincelion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: Enter Lion and Moonshine.
“Which is—10, no—which was the fairest dame, Lion. “Yon, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear “That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with "" The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
cheer. “May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,
Come, tears, confound; “When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
“Out, sword, and wound “Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am
The pap of Pyramus: “Alion fell, nor else no lion's dam:
“Ay, that left pap, “For if I should as lion come in strife
“Where heart doth hop:"Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.”
“Thus dies, thus, thus, thus.
“Now am I dead, The. Avery gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
“Now am Ifled; Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw. Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.
“My soul is in the sky: The. True; and a goose for his discretion.
“Tongue, lose thy light! Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry
“Moon, take thy flight! his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.
"Now die,die, die, die,die.” (Dies.-Exis Moonshine. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his va Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. lour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. nothing Moon."This lantern doth the horned moon present.” The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet reDem. He should have worn the horns on his head. cover, and prove an ass. The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe within the circumference.
comes back and finds her lover?
Here ske Moon. “Thislantern doth the horned moon present; The. She will find him by star-light. “Myselfthe man i'th’moon do seem to be.”
comes; and her passion ends the play.
Enter ThisBE. The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : the man should be put into the lantern : how is it else the man Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for i'the moon?
such a Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief. Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: for, Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, you see, it is already in snuff.
which Thisbe, is the better, Hip. I am weary of this moon: would, he would lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet change!
eyes, The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all reason,
This. “Asleep, my love? we must stay the time,
“What, dead, my dove? Lys. Proceed, moon!
“O, Pyramıs, arise, Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the “Speak, speak. Quite dumb? lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the moon; this
“Dead, dead? A tomb thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
“Must cover thy sweet eyes. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for
“These lily brows, they are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisbe.
“This cherry nose, Enter Thisbe.
“These yellow cowslip cheeks, This. “This is old Ninny's tomb : where is my love ?”
Are gone, are gone: Lion. "Oh-.” [The lion roars:- Thisbe runs off.
“Lovers, make moan! Dem. Well roared, lion!
"His eyes were green as leeks. The. Well run, Thisbe!
“O, sisters three, Hip. Well shone, moon!--Truly, the moon shines
“ Come, come, to me, with a good grace.
"With hands as paleas milk; The. Well moused, lion !
(The lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and exit. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.
“Since you have shore
“ With shears his thread of silk. Lys. And then the moon vanishes, Enter PYAAMIS.
“Tongue, not a word:Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
Come, trusty sword; “Ithank thee, moon, for shining now so bright:
Come, blade, my breast imbrue: “For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams “I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
“Adieu, adieu, adieu !”
"Lay them in gore,
"And farewell, friends ;-
The, Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
SONG, AND DANCE.
Obe. 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,
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Shall upon their children be.-
With this field-dew consecratc,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with sweet peace:
E'er shall it in safety rest,
And the owner of it blest.
Make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day!
(Ereunt Oberon, Titania, and traino
Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended)
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these vision did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend!
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I'm an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to’scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere long:
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all!
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shallrestore amends. (Exit.