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Puck. Up and down, up and down;
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt I will lead them up and down :
buy this dear, I am fear'd in field and town;
If ever I thy face by day-light see : Goblin, lead them up and down.
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me Here comes one.
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.
(Lies down and sleeps. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou now.
Enter HELENA. Puck. Here villain ; drawn and ready. Where Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, art thou ?
Abate thy hours : shine, comforts, from the Lys. I will be with thee straight.
Follow me then That I may back to Athens, by day-light, To plainer ground.
From these that my poor company detest:(Erit Lys. as following the voice. And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me a while from mine own company. (Sleeps. Enter DEMETRIUS, Dem.
Lysander ! speak again. Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more ; Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ?
Two of both kinds makes up four. Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy Here she comes, curst and sad : head ?
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, l'll whip thee with a rod : He is defil'd,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; That draws a sword on thee.
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood Here will I rest me, till the break of day. here. [Ereunt. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
(Lies down. Re-enter LYSANDER.
Puck. On the ground Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on;
Sleep sound : When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
I'll apply The villain is much lighter heel'd than I:
To your eye, I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
Gentle lover, remedy. That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
(Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eye. And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!
When thou wak'st, [Lies down.
Thou tak'st For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
True delight l'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps.
In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye:
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own, thou not?
In your waking shall be shown : Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st ; for well I wot,
Jack shall have Jill; Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place;
Nought shall go ill; And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. The man shall have his mare
again, and all shall be Where art thou ?
well. Puck. Come hither; I am here.
(Exit Puck. - DEM. HEL. &c. sleep
your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped
humble-bee on the top of a thistle ; and, good monEnter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending i sieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret your; OBERON behind unseen.
self too much in the action, monsieur; and, good Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not ; While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
would be loth to have you overflown with a loverAnd stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, bag, signior. — Where's monsieur Mustard-seed ? And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Must. Ready. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom ?
Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Peas. Ready.
Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. - Where's Must. What's your will ? monsieur Cobweb?
Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help caraCob. Ready.
lero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous bairy
about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my Obe. Sound, musick. (Still musick.) Come, my si do but tickle me, I must scratch.
queen, take hands with me, īna. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. sweet love?
Now thou and I are new in amity ; Bc. I have a reasonable good ear in musick : let And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, a bare the tongs and the bones.
Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
I do hear the morning lark.
Trip we after the night's shade :
Tta. Slep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms, Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found, so toth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,
With these mortals, on the ground. (Exeunt. beatly entwist, the female ivy so
(Horns sound within. Erings the barky fingers of the elm. U bww I love thee ! how I dote on thee !
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, Eceus, and train. [They sleep.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;
For now our observation is perform'd; Ourgox advances. Enter Puck.
And since we have the vaward of the day, bile Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this My love shall hear the musick of my hounds. steet sight?
Uncouple in the western valley; go : Ha dotage now I do begin to pity.
Despatch, I say, and find the forester. Fæ meeting her of late, behind the wood,
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, ting sweet savours for this hateful fool,
And mark the musical confusion did upbraid her, and fall out with her :
Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Feste his hairy temples then bad rounded
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, th coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ;
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear and that same dew, which sometime on the buds Wiw hounds of Sparta : never did I hear 53 Font to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, und now within the pretty flourets' eyes,
The skies, the fountains, every region near Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, ! then did ask of her her changeling child; So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung hich straight she gave me, and her fairy sent With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Ta bear hiza to my bower in fairy land.
Crook-knee'd and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; And now I have the boy, I will undo
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge, when you hear. - But, soft; what nymphs Hoy d to Athens back again repair;
are these? And think no more of this night's accidents,
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; Bas the fierce vexation of a dream.
And this, Lysander ; this Demetrius is; Bat first I will release the fairy queen.
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena : Be, as thou wast wont to be ;
I wonder of their being here together. (Touching her eyes with an herb. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe See, as thou wast wont to see :
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Came here in grace of our solemnity. Hath such force and blessed power.
But, speak, Egeus ; is not this the day Nova, ny Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen. That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? Tite. My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Ege. It is, my lord. Methought' I was enamour'd of an ass.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their the. There lies your love.
horns. How came these things to pass ? Horns, and shout within. Demetrius, LYSANDER, 0, low mine eyes do loath his visage now! Ose. Silence, a while. - Robin, take off this
HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and start up. bead.
The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is Titania, musick call; and strike more dead
past; Tean commor sleep, of all these five the sense. Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Ista. Musick, ho! musick ; such as charmeth Lys. Pardon, my lord.
(He and the rest kneel to THESEUS, Pack. Now, when thou wak’st, with thine own The.
I pray you all, stand up. I know, you are two rival enemies ;
fool's eyes peer
How comes this gentle concord in the world, vision. I have had a dream, — past the wit of ma That hatred is so far from jealousy,
to say what dream it was : Man is but an ass, if h To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?
go about to expound this dream.Methought I wa Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
- there is no man can tell what. Methought I was Half 'sleep, half waking : But as yet, I swear, and methought I had. — But man is but a patcher I cannot truly say how I came here:
fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,
The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of ma And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)
hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, ki I came with Hermia hither : our intent
tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, wha Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write Without the peril of the Athenian law.
ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing I beg the law, the law upon his head.
it in the latter end of a play, before the duke: Per They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius, adventure, to make it the more gracious, I shal Thereby to have defeated you and me:
sing it at her death.
(Exit You, of your wife; and me, of my consent;: Of my consent that she should be your wife.
SCENE IL. - Athens. A Room in Quince's House Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither, to this wood;
Enter Quince, Flute, Sout, and STARVELING. And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Quin. Have you sent' to Bottom's house ? is h Fair Helena in fancy following me.
come home yet? But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, h (But, by some power it is,) my love to Hermia,
is transported. Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
Flu. If he come not then, the play is marred As the remembrance of an idle gawd,
It goes not forward, doth it? Which in my childhood I did dote upon :
Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man ini And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, it he. The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of an Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
handycraft man in Athens. Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia :
Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is But, like in sickness, did I loath this food : But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
very paramour, for a sweet voice.
Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour i Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
God bless us, a thing of nought.
Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from th For in the temple, by and by with us,
temple, and there is two or three lords and ladie These couples shall eternally be knit.
more married : if our sport had gone forward, w And, for the morning now is something worn,
ad all been made men. Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.
Flu. O sweet Bully Bottom! Thus hath he lo Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,
sixpence a-day during his life ; he could not hav We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. —
'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke had not give Come, Hippolyta.
him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll b (Ereunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGeus, and train. hanged; he would have deserved it : sixpence a-day Dem. These things seem small and undistin. | in Pyramus, or nothing.
guishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Enter BOTTOM. Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye, Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts When every thing seems double.
Quin. Bottom! O most courageous day! Hel.
So, methinks : most happy hour! And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: bu Mine own, and not mine own.
ask me not what; for if I tell you, I am no trto Dem.
It seems to me,
Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as I That yet we sleep, we dream. - Do not you think, fell out. The duke was here, and bid us follow him ?
Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Her. Yea; and my father.
Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you Hel.
And Hippolyta. is, that the duke hath dined : Get your apparel toi Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. gether ; good strings to your beards, new ribbon
Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; to your pumps; meet presently at the palace ; every! And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. man look o'er his part; for, the short and the long
(Exeunt. is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Tiistory
have clean linen; and let not him, that plays the As they go out, Bottom awakes.
lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will lion's claws. And, most dear actor, eat no onions answer :- my next is, Most fair Pyramus. -Hey, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath ; and ho! - Peter Quince! Fluie, the bellows-mender! do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a swede Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stolen comedy. No more words; away ; go, away. hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare
SCENE I. - The same. An Apartment in the 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 Her 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. speak of.
That is some satire, keen, and critical, The. More strange than true. I never may be- Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. lieve
A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief? Sacha shaping fantasies, that apprehend
That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. Mre than cool reason ever comprehends.
How shall we find the concord of this discord ? The lunatick, the lover and the poet,
Philost. A play there is my lord, some ten words Ars of imagination all compact :
Which makes it tedious : for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted. Daca glance from heaven to earth, from earth to And tragical, my noble lord, it is; heaven,
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. And, as imagination bodies forth
Which when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears Tarms them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing The passion of loud laughter never shed. A local habitation, and a name.
The. What are they that do play it? Sache tricks hath strong imagination ;
Philost. Hard-banded men, that work in Athens Tibet, if it would but apprehend some joy,
here, le comprehends some bringer of that joy ;
Which never labour'd in their minds till now; Ok , in the night, imagining some fear,
And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories Her easz is a bush suppos'd a bear?
With this same play, against your nuptial. 1 Le But all the story of the night told over, The. And we will hear it. Sed all their minds transfigured so together,
No, my noble lord, Vore witnesseth than fancy's images,
It is not for you : I have heard it over, And grows to something of great constancy ; And it is nothing, nothing in the world ; Bat, bawsoever, strange, and admirable.
Unless you can find sport in their intents,
Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, Enter LISANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and
To do you service.
I will hear that play; The Here come the lovers, full of joy and For never any thing can be amiss, mirth.
When simpleness and duty tender it. Ser
, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies. Acompany your hearts !
[Exeunt PHILOSTRATF. More than to us
Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, Het on your royal walks, your board, your bed ! And duty in his service perishing. Tite. Come now; what masks, what dances shall The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such we lave,
thing. To wear away this long age of three hours,
Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. Between cur after-supper and bed-time ?
The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for There is our usual manager of mirth ?
nothing. What revels are in hand ? Is there no play, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ?
And what poor duty cannot do,
Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed Tie. Say, what abridgment have you for this To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; evening?
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, What mask, what musick ? How shall we beguile Make periods in the midst of sentences, The lazy time, if not with some delight?
Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, Hiles. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe; And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, Make choice of which your highness will see first. Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet,
(Giving a paper. Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome ; The reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue By na dikenian eunuch to the harp.
Of sawcy, and audacious eloquence. Well none of that : that have I told my love, Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, la glory of my kinsman Hercules.
In least, speak most, to my capacity.
“ And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is
“ Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." addrest.
The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak
better The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpets.
Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard Enter Prologue.
discourse, my lord.
The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence !
Pyr. “ O grim-look'd night! O night with bue Consider then, we come but in despite.
so black ! We do not come as minuing to content you,
“ O night, which ever art, when day is not ! Our true intent is. All for your delight,
“ O night, О night, alack, alack, alack, We are not here. That you should here repent you,
“ I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
“ And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, The actors are at hand; and, by their show, You shall know all, that you are like to know.
“ That stand'st between her father's ground and
mine; The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt;
“ Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord : It
“ Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mint is not enough to speak, but to speak true.
(Wall holds up his fingers Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue,
“ Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee wel
for this! like a child on a recorder ; a sound, but not in
“ But what see I ? No Thisby do I see. government. The. His speech was like a tangled chain ; no
“ wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ; thing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next ?
“ Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!"
The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, shoulo Enter PTRAMUS and THISBE, Wall, Moonshine, curse again. and Lion, as in dumb show.
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceirin
me, is Thisby's cue : she is to enter now, and I an Prol. “ Gentles perchance, you wonder at this to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it wil show;
fall pat as I told you : - Yonder she comes. “ But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This man is Pyramus, if
Enter THISBE. « This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain.
This. “ O wall, full often hast thou heard m “ This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
moans, “ Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers “ For parting my fair Pyramus and me: sunder :
“ My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones ; u And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are “ Thy stones with line and hair knit up in thee. content
Pyr. “ I see a voice : now will I to the chink, “ To whisper, at the which let no man wonder. " To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. « This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,
“ Thisly!” « Presenteth moon-shine : for, if you will know,
My love ! thou art my love, I think." “ By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn Pyr. “ Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover' “ To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
grace ; “ This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, • And like Limander am I trusty still." “ The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
This.And I like Helen, till the fateş me kill
. “ Did scare away, or rather did afsright:
Pyr. “ Not Shafalus to Procrus, was so true." • And, as she fed, her mantle she did fall;
This. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." “ Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain : Pyr. “ O, kiss me through the hole of this vi " Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,
wall." “ And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : This. “ I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all. “ Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Pyr.“ Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet ar “ He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast ;
straightway?” * And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,
This.“ Tide life, tide death, I come withor “ His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
delay." " Let lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain, Wall. “ Thus have I, wall, my part discharged se • At large discourse, while here they do remain.” “ And, being done, thus wall away doth go." [Ereunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine.
(Exeunt Wall, Pyramus and TH198 The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak.
The. Now is the mural down between the tw Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when neighbours. many asses do.
Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are s Wall. “ In this same interlude, it doth befall, wilful to hear without warning. " That I, one Snout by name, present a wall : Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. “ And such a wall as I would have you think, The. The best in this kind are but shadows ; an " That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them “ Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and do “ Did whisper often very secretly.
thcirs. “ This loam, this rougl. cast, and this stone, doth The. If we imagine no worse of them, than the show
of themselves, they may pass for excellent men That I am that same wall; the truth is so : Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a liou