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Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. (Exe.
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 Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the wit of man to say what dream it was : Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,—But man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom: and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death.
SCENE II.-Athens. A room in Quince's
House. Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and
Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet?
Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported.
Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; It goes not forward, doth it?
Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he.
Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any nandicraft man in Athens.
Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice.
Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God bless us, a thing of nought.
Enter Snug. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married : if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men.
Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a-day during his life; he could not have 'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, l'll be hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing.
Enter Bottom. Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts?
Quin. Bottom !-0 most courageous day! 0 most happy hour!
Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask ine not what; for, if I tell you, I am no truc Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.
Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel together; good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look o'er his part, for, the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen ; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear them say,
it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away go, away.
Palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta,
heaven; And, as imagination bodies forth The forins of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination; That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear!
Hip. But all the story of the night told over, And all their minds transfigur'd so together, More witnesseth than fancy's images, And grows to something of great constancy;? (1) Are made of mere imagination. (2) Stability
But, howsoever, strange, and admirable.
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.-
More than to us
Philost. Here, mighty Theseus.
ripe; Make choice of which your highness will see first.
[Giving a paper. The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to
The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.
The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
(1) Pastime. (2) Short account. ,
A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
And his love Thisbe : very tragical mirth.
The. What are they, that do play it?
The. And we will hear it.
No, my noble lord,
I will hear that play; For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies.
[Exit Philostrate. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his service perishing.
The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such