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some measure.

My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Bot. You were best to call them generally, man
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, by man, according to the scrip.
The rest I'll give to be to you translated.

Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, 0, teach me how you look; and with what art which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his

Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. wedding-day at night. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the such skill!

play treats on; then read the names of the actors; Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. and so grow to a point. Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection Quin. Marry, our play is—The most lamentable move!

comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Thisby. Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. and a merry.-Now, good Peter Quince, call forth Hel. None, but your beauty; 'Would that fault your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourselves. were mine!

Quin. Answer, as I call you.—Nick Bottom, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face, the weaver. Lysander and myself will fly this place.

Bot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and Before the time I did Lysander see,

proceed. Seem'd thens as a paradise to me:

Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Py. O then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold! Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly Tomorrow night when Phæbe doth behold for love. Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,

Bot. That will ask some tears in the true perDecking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,) their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in Through Athens' gates have we devis’d to steal.

To the rest :-Yet my chief huHer. And in the wood, where often you and I mor is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, a part to tear a cat in, to make all split. Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet;

“ The raging rocks, There my Lysander and myself shall meet:

“ With shivering shocks, And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,

“ Shall break the locks To seek new friends and stranger companies.

“Of prison gates : Farewell, sweet play-fellow; pray thou for us,

“ And Phibbus' car And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!

“ Shall shine from far, Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight

“ And make and mar From lovers' food, till morrow dcep midnight.

“ The foolish fates."

[Exit Herm. This was lofty!-Now name the rest of the players. Lys. I will, my Hermia.—Helena, adieu : - This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! [Exit Lys. more condoling.

Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be ! Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. Fhu. Here, Peter Quince.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;

Quin. You must take Thisby on you.
He will not know what all but he do know. Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. So I, admiring of his qualities.

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I Things base and vile, holding no quantity, have a beard coming. Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and you may speak as small as you will. And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice; Thisne, Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste: Thisne,- Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby And therefore is Love said to be a child,

dear: and lady dear! Because in choice he is so oft beguild.

Quin. No, no: you must play Pyramus, and, As waggish boys in game themselves forswear. Flute you Thisby. So the boy Love is perjur'd every where :

Bot. Well, proceed. For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Starv. Here, Peter Quince. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's So he dissolv’d, and showers of oaths did melt. mother.-Tom Snout, the tinker. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight;

Snout. Here, Peter Quince. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,

Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself Thisby's Pursue her; and for this intelligence

father ;-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part :If I have thanks, it is a dear expence :

and, I hope, here is a play fitted. But herein mean I to enrich my pain,

Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? pray To have his sight thither, and back again. [Exit. you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study: SCENE II.—The same. A Room in a Cottage. but roaring.

Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing Enter SsUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, QUINCE,

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that and STARVELING.

I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will Quin. Is all our company here?

roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar • Sport

again, Let him roar again.

• Eyes.

Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-color would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they beard, your perfect yellow. would shriek: and that were enough to hang us all. Quin. Some of your French crowns have no

All. That would hang us every mother's son. hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced.

But. I grant you, friends, if that you should But, masters, here are your parts: and I am to fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con no more discretion but to hang us: but I will ag- them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonas any sucking dove; I will roar you an' 'twere light; there will we rehearse : for if we meet in any nightingale.

the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus; for devices known. In the mean time, I will draw a Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray one shall see in a summer's day: a most lovely, you, fail me not. gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse play Pyramus.

more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard be perfect; adieu. were I best to play it in ?

Quin. At the duke's oak we meet. Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. Enough: Hold, or cut bow-strings.' Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw

[Exeunt. colored beard, your orange-tawny beard, your


SCENE I.- A Wood near Athens. I am that merry wanderer of the night. Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another. When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,

I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you ? Neighing in likeness of a silly foal :
Fai. Over hill, over dale,

And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
Thorough bush, thorough briar,

In very likeness of a roasted crab;'
Over park, over pale,

And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
Thorough food, thorough fire,

And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale.
I do wander every where,

The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Swifter than the moone's sphere;

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; And I serve the fairy queen,

Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, To dew her orbs upon the green:

And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; The cowslips tall her pensioners be;

And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe ; In their gold coats spots you see;

And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear Those be rubies, fairy favors,

A merrier hour was never wasted there.In those freckles live their savors :

But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon. I must go seek some dew-drops here,

Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

were gone! Farewell, thou lobo of spirits, I'll be gone; Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

SCENE II. Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night;

Enter Oberon, at one door, with his train, and Take heed, the queen come not within his sight, For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

Titania, at another, with hers. Because that she, as her attendant, hath

Obe. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. A lovely boy, stoln from an Indian king;

Tita. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip hence; She never had so sweet a changeling:

I have forsworn his bed and company. And jealous Oberon would have the child

Obe. Tarry, rash wanton: Am not I thy lord ! Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild:

Tüta. Then I must be thy lady: But I know But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy: And in the shape of Corin sat all day, And now they never meet in grove, or green, Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen,' To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, But they do square;s that all their elves, for fear, Come from the farthest steep of India ? Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love, quite,

To Theseus must be wedded ; and you come Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, To give their bed joy and prosperity. Calld Robin Goodfellow: are you not he,

Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, That fright the maidens of the villagery ;

Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, Skim milk; and sometimes labor in the quern, Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering And sometimes make the drink to bear no barm ;'

night, Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm ? | From Perigenia, whom he ravished ! Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: With Ariadne, and Antiopa ? Are not you he?

Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: Puck. Thou speak’st aright;

And never since the middle summer's spring, 1 As if.

2 Circles. S A term of contempt. # Articles required in performing a play. • Shining. Quarrel. 6 Mill. 1 Yeast. . At all events.

i Wild apple.

e on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

Since once I sat upon a promontory, ved fountain, or by rushy brook,

And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back, the beached margent of the sea,

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, nce our ringlets to the whistling wind, That the rude sea grew civil at her song; ith thy brawls thou hast disturb’d our sport. And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, ore the winds, piping to us in vain,

To hear the sea-maid's music. evenge, have suckd up from the sea


I remember. ious fogs; which falling in the land,

Obe. That very time I saw, but thou could'st not, very pelting' river made so proud, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, jey have overborne their continents : 3 Cupid all arm’d: A certain aim he took x hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, At a fair vestal, throned by the west;

ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow, ... rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard: As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; The nine men's morris' is fill’d up with mud; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. For lack of tread, are undistinguishable :

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : The human mortals want their winter here; It fell upon a little western flower, No night is now with hymn or carol blest:- Before, milk-white; now purple with love's woundTherefore the moon, the governess of floods, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once: That rheumatic diseases do abound:

The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, And thorough this distemperature, we see

Will make or man or woman madly dote The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts

Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ;

Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,

Ere the Leviathan can swim a league. An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, In forty minutes.

[Exit Puck. The childing. autumn, angry winter, change


Having once this juice,
Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
By their increase, now knows not which is which: And drop the liquor of it in her eyes:
And this same progeny of evils comes

The next thing then she waking looks upon, From our debate, from our dissension;

(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, We are their parents and original.

On meddling monkey, or on busy ppe,) Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you: She shall pursue it with the soul of love. Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

And ere I take this charm off from her sight, I do but beg a little changeling boy,

(As I can take it with another herb,) To be my henchman."

I'll make her render up her page to me. Tita.

Set your heart at rest, But who comes here? I am invisible; The fairy land buys not the child of me.

And I will over-hear their conference. 11

His mother was a vot'ress of my order:
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,

Enter Demetrius, HELENA following him. Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;

Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ? Marking the embarked traders on the flood; The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Thou told'st me they were stolen into this wood, And

grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : And here am I, and wood' within this wood, Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Because I cannot meet with Hermia. (Following her womb, then rich with my young Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. squire,)

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; Would imitate; and sail upon the land,

But yet you draw not iron, for my heart To fetch me trifles, and return again,

Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. And I shall have no power to follow you. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die ;

Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy ;

Or rather, do I not in plainest truth
And, for her sake, I will not part with him. Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you?

Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? Hel. And even for that do I love you the more.

Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
If you will patiently dance in our round, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:

And see our moonlight revels, go with us; Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, 1 If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
Tito. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: What worser place can I beg in your love,
We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. (And yet a place of high respect with me,)

[Exeunt Titania, and her train. Than to be used as you use your dog? Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my grove,

spirit; Till I torment thee for this injury

For I am sick, when I do look on thee. My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.

Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much, 3 Banks which contain them. • Holen made for a game played by boys.

To leave the city, and commit yourself • Autumn producing flowers unseasonably. • Page.

* Raving mad.

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Into the hands of one that loves you not ;

To trust the opportunity of night,
And the ill counsel of a desert place,

1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, With the rich worth of your virginity.

Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;

Newts, and blind-worms,' do no wrong; Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that. It is not night, when I do see your face,

Come not near our fairy queen: Therefore I think I am not in the night:

Chorus. Philomel, with melody, Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: For you, in my respect, are all the world:

Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Then how can it be said, I am alone,

Come our lovely lady nigh;
When all the world is here to look on me?
Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the

So good night, with lullaby.

And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you.

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence; Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd;

Beetles black, apprvach not near;
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;

Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Chorus. Philomel, with melody, fc.
Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed!
When cowardice pursues, and valor flies.

1 Fai. Hence, away: now all is well:

One, aloof, stand sentinel.
Dem. I will not stay thy questions: let me go:
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe

[Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps. But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Enter Oberox. Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, You do me mischief. Fye, Demetrius!

[Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex! Do it for thy true love take: We cannot fight for love, as men may do;

Love and languish for his sake:
We should be woo'd, and were not inade to woo. Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
To die upon the hand I love so well.

In thy eye that shall appear [Exeunt Dem. and Hel. When thou wak’st, it is thy dear; Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave Wake, when some vile thing is near. . this grove,

Enter Lysanden and HERMIA. Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.

Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the Re-enter Puck.

wood; Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

And to speak truth, I have forgot our way; Puck. Ay, there it is.

We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, Obe. I pray thee, give it me.

And tarry for the comfort of the day. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,

Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;

For I upon this bank will rest my head. Quite over-canopied with lush’ woodbine,

Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:

One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,

Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, Lulld in these flowers with dances and delight;

Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin,

Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:

Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes

I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit, And make her full of hateful fantasies.

So that but one heart we can make of it:
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.

Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;

Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; But do it, when the next thing he espies

For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man

Her. Lysander riddles very prettily:By the Athenian garments he hath on.

Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Effect it with some care; that he may prove

If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. More fond on her, than she upon her love;

But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

Lie further off; in human modesty. Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do Such separation, as, may well be said,

Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid:

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: SCENE III.- Another part of the Wood. Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end!

Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; Enter Titania, with her train.

And then end life, when I end loyalty! Tita. Come, now a roundel,' and a fairy song; Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest! Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;

press'd! Some, war with rear-mice' for their leathern wings,

Enter Puck.
To make my small elves coats; and, some, keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders

Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
At our quaint spirits :' Sing me now asleep;

But Athenian found I none, Then to your offices, and let me rest.

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Night and silence! who is here?

Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:

The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
This is he my master said,

Not Herria, but Helena I love:
Despised the Athenian maid:

Who will not change a raven for a dove?
And here the maiden, sleeping sound, The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
On the dank and dirty ground.

And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie

Things growing are not ripe until their season:
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy. So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

And touching now the point of human skill,
All the power this charm doth owe:* Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
When thou wak'st, let love forbid And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

Love's stories written in love's richest book.
So awake, when I am gone;

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? For I must now to Oberon. [Exit. When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Enter DEMETRIUs and HELENA, running.

Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,

That I did never, no, nor never can,
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me But you must fout my insufficiency?

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth you do, Hel. 0, wilt thou darkling' leave me? do not In such disdainful manner me to woo.

But fare you well: perforce I must confess, Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. I thought you lord of more true gentleness.

[Exit Demetrius. O, that a lady, of one man refus’d, Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! Should of another, therefore, be abus'a !

[Erit. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thou Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;

there; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

And never may’st thou come Lysander near! How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things tears:

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. Or, as the heresies that men do leave,
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius

Of all be hated; but the most of me! Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus:

And all my powers, address your love and might, What wicked and dissembling glass of mine To honor Helen, and to be her knight! [Exit. Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ?- Her. [Starting.] Help me, Lysander! help me! But who is here!-Lysander! on the ground!

do thy best, Dend ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:- To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.

Ah me, for pity!—what a dream was here? Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear! sake,

[Waking. Methought a serpent eat my heart away, Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! Where is Demetrius? 0. how fit a word

What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word? Is that vile name to perish on my sword!

Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; Hel. Do not say so, Lysander: say not so: Speak, of all loves;" I swoon almost with fear. What though he love your Hermia! Lord, what | No?—then I well perceive you are not nigh: though?

Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. [Exit. Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.


SCENE I. The same. The Queen of Fairies Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, lying asleep.

when all is done. Enter QuixCE, SNOG, Bottom, Flute, Snout, well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue

Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all and STARVELING.

seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords; Bot. Are we all met?

and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: and for the Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve- more better assurance, tell them, that I, Pyramus, nient place for our rehearsal: This green plot shall am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: This be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; will put them out of fear. and we will do it in action, as we will do it before Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and the duke.

it shall be written in eight and six. Bot. Peter Quince,

Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom? eight and eight.

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? and Thishy, that will never please. First, Pyra

Star. I fear it, I promise you. mus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourladies cannot abide. How answer you that? selves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Snout. By'rlakin,' a parlous fear.

ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a • Possess. i In the dark. a By our ladykin.

3 By all that is dear.


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