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Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. ble comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Hel. None, but your beauty ; 'would that fault Thisby. were mine!
Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my and a merry: - Now, good Peter Quince, call forth face;
your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread your. Lysander and myself will Aly this place. - selves. Before the time I did Lysander see,
Quin. Answer, as I call you.--Nick Bottom, Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
the weaver. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
Bot. Ready: name what part I am for, and proThat he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!
ceed. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold : Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Py To-morrow night when Phuhe doth behold Her silver visave in the wat'ry glass,
Bol. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant ? Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly (A time that lovers' lights doth still conceal,) Cor love. Through Athens gates have we devis'd lo su:al. Bol. That will ask some tears in the true per
Her. And in the wood, where ofien you and I forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet: soine measure. To the rest :-Yet my chief huThere my Lysander and myself shall meet : mour is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split. To seek new friends and stranger companies.
“The raging rocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,
“With shivering shocks, And good luck giant thee thy Demetrius !
“ Shull break the locks Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
“ of prison-gates: From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.
“ And Phibbuscar
(Eril Hermia. “ Shall shine from far, Lys. I will, my Hermia.--Helena, adicu:
“ And make and mar As you on hiin, Demetrius dote on vou!
“ The foolish lates,"
(Eril Lysander. This was losty !-Now name the rest of the play. Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be ! ers. This is Ercles' vein; a tyrant's vein; a lover Through Athens I am thjught as fair as she. is more condoling. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. He will not know what all but he do know.
Flu. llere, Prler Quince. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
Quin. You must take Thisby on you. So I, adniring of his qualities,
Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; have a beard coming. And therefore is winged Cup d painted blind : Quin. That's ali one; you shall play it in a Nor hath love's mind of any judgment laste; ma:k, and you may speak as small as you will. Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste:
Bot. An I may hide niy face, let me play Thisby And therefore is love said to be a child,
too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice;- This. Because in choice he is so oft beguild.
ne,. Thisne,- Ah, Pyranus, any lover dear; thy As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, Thisby dear! and lady dear! So the boy love is perjur'd every where:
Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, For ere Demetrius look'd on Ilermia's eyne,' Flute, you Thisby. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine ; Bot. Iel, procccd. And when this hail some heat from Hermia selt, Quin. Rubin Starveling, the tailor. So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Star. Here, Peter Quince. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:
Quin. Robin: Starveling, you must play Thisby's Then to the wood will he, lo-morrow night, mother.-Tom Snout, thc tinker. Pursue her; and for this intelligence
Snout. Here, Peter Quince. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
Quin. You, Þyramus's father; myself, Thisby's But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
father ;-Snug, ihe joiner, you, the lion's part:To have his sight thither, and back again. (Exil. and, I hope, here is a play litted.
Snug: Have you the lion's part written? pray SCENE II.--The same. A room in a Collage. you, if it be, give it me, for I ain slow of study.
Enter Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snuut, Quince, and. Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing Starveling.
Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that Quin. Is all our company here?
I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will Bot. You were best to call thein generally, man roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him rear by man, according to the scrip.
again, Lel him roar again. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they our interlude befo the duke and duchess, on his would shrick: and that were enough to hang us all. wedding-day at night.
All. That would hang us every mother's son. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the Bot. I grant you, friends, it that you should play treats on; then read the names of the actors;\fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have and so grow to a point.
no more discretion but to hang us: but I will agQuin, Marry, our play is—Theost lamenta- gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently
as any sucking dove; I will roar you and 'lwert 21 Sport, - Eyes. (3) As if,
Quin. You can play no part but Pyramıs: for Call'd Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as That fright the maidens of the villagery; one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern,' gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs and bootless make the breathless housewife churn, play Pyramus.
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm ;' Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm: were ! best to play it in ?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Quin. Why, what you will.
You do thcir work, and they shall have good luck : Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw- Are not you he ? coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your Puck.
Thou speak’st aright; purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-co- I am that merry wanderer of the night. lour beard, your perfect yellow.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, at all, and then you will play bare-laced.-But, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal : masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreal And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, you, request you, and desire you, to con them by In very likeness of a roasted crab;'. io-morrow night: and meet me in the palace wood, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall The wiscst aunt, telling the saddest tale, be dogg'd with company, and our devices known. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me: In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties,' Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. And tailor cries, and falls into a cough;
Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe, more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear be perfect; adieu.
A merrier hour was never wasted there.Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings.? (Exe. Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he
were gone! SCENE II.-Enler Oberon, at one door, with his
train, and Titania, at another, with hers. ACT II.
Obe. III met by moon-light, proud Titania. SCENE 1.–A wood near Athens. Enter a Fairy I have forsworn his bed and company
Tila. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip hence; at one door, and Puck at another.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord ? Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know Fai. Over hill, over dale,
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep of India ?
But that forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, In those freckles live their savours : Knowing I know thy love to 'Theseus ? I must go seek some dew-drops here,
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
night Farewell, thou lobe of spirits, I'll be gone; From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? Our queen and all her elves come here anon. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night; With Ariadne, and Antiopa ?
And never, since the middle summer's spring, Because that she, as her attendant, hath
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mcad, A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king ; By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, She never had so sweet a changeling:
or on the beached margent of the sea, And jealous Oberon would have the child To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild : But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport : But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea joy:
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, And now they never meet in grove, or green, Have every pelting' river made so proud, By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, That they have overborne their continents :: But they do square ;' that all their elves, for fear, The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Hath rotied, ere his youth attain'd a beard: quite,
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
(1) Articles required in performing & play, (6) Quarrel, (7) Mill. (8) Yeast, (2) At all events,
Circles, (9) Wild apple, (10) Petty.
The nine men's morris' is fill'd up with mud; In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Fetch me that flower ; the herb I show'd thee once; That rheumatic diseases do abound:
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, And thorough this distemperature, we sce
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; Fotch me this herb: and be thou here again, And on old Hyems' chin, an 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 childingautumn, angry winter, change
Having once this juice,
The next thing then she waking looks upon
(Be it on lion, bear, or woll, or bull, We are their parents and original.
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) 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.
But who comes here?' I am invisible;
And I will over-hear their conference. His mother was a vot'ress of my order:
Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, 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 iraders on the flood; The one I'll slay, the other slaveth me. When we have langh'd to see the sails conceive, Thou told'st me, they were stol'n 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 teteh me trilles, and return again,
Is truc 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 Anil, for her sake, I will not part with him. Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you ?
Obe. Ilow 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 moon-light revels, go with us ; Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, 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.
Tila. Not for thy kingdom.--Fairies, away: What worser place can I beg in your love We shall chide downright, if I longer stav. (And yet a place of high respect with me,)
[E.count Titania and her Irain. 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 spirit; grove,
For I am sick, when I do look on thee. Till I torment thee for this injury:
Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.
To leave the city, and commit yourself
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that. Puck.
I remember. It is not night, when I do see your face, Obe. That very time I saw (button could'st not,) Thermfore I think I am not in the night: Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
For you, in my respect, are all the world: Al fair vestal, throned by the west;
Then how can it be said, I am alone, And loos'd his love-haft smartly from his bow, When all the world is here to look on me? As it should pierce a hundreu thousand hearts: Dein, I'll run from thee, and hideme in the brakes, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shant
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wal’ry moon; Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd; (!) A game played by boys.
(3) Produce.. (4) Page. (5) Exempt from love 12) Autumn producing flowers unseasonably. (6) Mad, raving (7) Bring in question,
Apollo Nies, and Daphne hoids the chase ;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence : When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.
Beelles black; approach nol near ; Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go :
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Chorus. Philomel, with melody, &c.
1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : You do mé mischief. "Pie, Demetrius !
One, aloof, stand sentinel. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
(Exeunt Fairies: Titania sleeps. We cannot fight for love, as men may do ;
Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, To die upon the hand I love so well.
(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. (Exeunt Dem. and Hel. Do it for thy true love take: Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave Love, and languish for his sake : this
Be it ounce,' or cat, or bear, grove, Thou shalt ily him, and he shall seek thy love.
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
Wake, when some vile thing is near. [Erit. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. Puck. Ay, there it is.
Enter Lysander and Hermia. Obe.
I pray thee, give it me, Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
wood; Where os-lips and the nodding violet grows; And to speak truth, I have forgot our way; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : And tarry for the comfort of the day. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Her. Be it so, Lysander : find you out a bed, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; For I upon this bank will rest my head. And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. And with the juice of this l'll strcak her eyes, Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, and make her full of hateful fantasies.
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: Lijs. O, take ihe sense, sweet, of my innocence ; A sweet Athenian lady is in love
Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes ; I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit, do it, when the next thing he espies
So that but one heart we can make of it: be the lady: thou shalt know the man Bwo bosoms interchained with an oath; the Athenian garments he hath on.
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. Effect it with some care; that he may prove Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; More fond on her, than she upon her love: For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. And look thou meet mc ere the first cock crow. Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
[Exeunt. If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied." SCENE III.-Another part of the wood. Enter But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off; in human modesty
Such separation, as, may well be said,
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid : Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end ! Some, war with rear-mices for their leathern wings,
Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I ; To make my small elves coats: and some, keep And then end life, when I end loyalty ! back
Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest! The clamorous owi, that nightly hoots, and won
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be ders
[They sleep. At our quaint spirits :& sing me now asleep ;
Enter Puck. Then to your otlices, and let me rest.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid; Chorus. Philomel, with melody,
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owc: 10
When thou wak'st, let love forbid Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me :
'do thy best,
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! For I must now to Oberon. [Exit. Ah me, for pity!-what a dream was here! Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.
Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away, Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Lysander ! what, remov'd? Lysander! lord !
What, out of hearing ? gone ? no sound, no word? Hel. 0, wilt thou darkling' leave me? do not so. Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. Speak, of all loves ;' I swoon almost with fear.
(Exit Demetrius. No?-then I well perceive you are not nigh: Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. (Erit. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears :
ACT III. If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
SCENE I.-The same. The queen of sanes No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
lying asleep. For beasts that meet me, run away for fear:
Enter Quince, Snug, Bolton,
Flute, Snout, and Starveling.
Bot. Are we all met?
the duke. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Bot. Peter Quince, sake.
(Waking. Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, Bol. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus Where is Demetrius ? 0), how fit a word must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ! cannot abide. How answer you that?
Hel. Do not sily so, Lysander; say not so: Snout. By’rlakin, a parlous* sear. What though he love your llerinia ? Lord, what Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, though?
when all is done. Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all Lys. Content with Hermia ? No: 1 do repent well
. Write me a prologue: and let the prolorue The tedious ininutes I with her have speni. seem to say, we will do no harm with our shords ; Not Hermia, but Helena I love:
and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: and, for the Who will not change a raven for a dove? more better assurance, tell them, that I, Pyramus, The will of man is by his reason sway'd ; am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver : this will And reason says you are the worthier maid. put them out of fear. Things growing are not ripe until their season : Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; it shall be wriiten in eight and six. And touching now the point of human skill, Bol. No, make it two more; let it be written in Reason becomes the marshal to my will, eight and eight. And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Snout. Will not the ladies be aseard of the lion ? Love's stories written in love's richest book.
Star. I fear it, I promise you. Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourWhen, at your hands, did I deserve this scórn? selves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a That I did never, no, nor never can,
more fearfuls wild-lowl than your lion, living; and Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, we ought to look to it. But you must fout my insufficiency?
Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell be Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, is not a lion. In such disdainful manner me to woo.
Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his But sare you well: perforce I must confess, face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he I thought you lord of more true gentleness. himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! (Exit. you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thou you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. there;
If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of And never may'st thou come Lysander near! my life: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
other men are:-and there, indeed, let him name his The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner. Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two Are hated most of those they did deceive; hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby Of all be hated; but the most of me!
meet by moon-light. And all my powers, address your love and might, Snug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Exit. our play? (1) In the dark.
(2) By all that is dear, |(3) By our ladykin, (4) Dangerous. (5) Terrible,