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Enter QUINCE for the Prologue.
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will. That you should think, we come not to of fend,
109 But with good will. To show 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, 116 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.
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 in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Did whisper often very secretly. This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth show
That I am that same wall; the truth is so; 164 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?
I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot. And thou, O wall! O sweet, O lovely wall! 176 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 well for this!
But what see I? No Thisby do I see. O wicked wall! through whom I see no bliss; Curs'd be thy stones for thus deceiving me! The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. 185
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.
148 He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast;
This. O wall! full often hast thou heard my
For parting my fair Pyramus and me: 192
The. True; and a goose for his discretion. 237 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.
244 Moon. This lanthorn 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.
249 Moon. This lanthorn 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 lanthorn: 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.
256 Hip. I am aweary 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.
Speak, speak! Quite dumb?
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Lovers, make moan!
His eyes were green as leeks.
Lay them in gore,
Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
Tongue, lose thy light! Moon, take thy flight!
312 [Exit MOONSHINE. Now die, die, die, die, die. [Dies. 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. 317 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? 321 The. She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.
The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the
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 played Pyramus, and hanged 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. [A dance.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve;
SCENE II. Enter PUCK.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
Meet me all by break of day.
[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train.
Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends, 68 And Robin shall restore amends. [Exit.
JESSICA, Daughter to Shylock.
Friends to Antonio and Bassanio. NERISSA, her Waiting-maid.
PRINCE OF MOROCCO,
PRINCE OF ARRAGON,
BASSANIO, his Friend.
LORENZO, in love with Jessica.
SHYLOCK, a rich Jew.
TUBAL, a Jew, his Friend.
LAUNCELOT GOBBO, a Clown, Servant to Shylock.
Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court
SCENE.-Partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portia, on the Continent.
SCENE I.-Venice. A Street.
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; 8
And see the holy edifice of stone,
And not bethink me straight of dangerous rock
To think on this, and shall I lack the thought
Is sad to think upon his merchandise.
Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortun
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still
Because you are not merry: and 'twere as eas
Because you are not sad. Now, by two-heade
Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time
That they'll not show their teeth in way
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.