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[O] 'Fancy' is here taken for 'love' or 'affection, and is opposed to 'fury,' as before, “Sighs and tears poor fancy's followers.” LSome now call that which a man takes particular delight in, his 'fancy.'

Elower-Fancier, for a florilt, and Bird-Fancier, for a lover and feeder of birds, are colloquial words. JOHNS.

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12He means the death of Thisbe, which is what his head is at prefent: full of STEEV.

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crowds the events of years into as triany hours.

What mask? what music? How fhall we beguile The lazy time, if not with fome delight?

Phil. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe :: Make choice of which your highness shall fee first.

[Giving a paper. The. [reads. The battle of the Centaurs, to be sung by

an Athenian eunuch to the harp. We'll none of that : that I have told my love, In glory of my kinfman Hercules.

The riot of the tipfy Bacchanals,

Tearing the Thracian finger in their rage..
That is an old device ; and it was playd
When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.

The thrice three Mufes mourning for the death
Of learning, tate deceas'd in beggary..*
That is fome fatire, keen and critical ; :
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,

And his love Tbife ; very tragical mirth.
Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief?
That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow.
How shall we find the concord of this difcord ?

Phil. A play there is, my lord, fome ten words longs
Which is as brief as I have known a play ;
But by ten words, my lord, it is too long ;
Which makes it tedious : for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
And tragical, my noble lord, it is ;
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.,
Which, when I faw rehears'd, I must confefs,
Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears,
The passion of loud laughter never thed.

The. What are they that do play it?:

Phil. Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, Which never labour'd in their minds till now; And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories With this fame play, againft your nuptial.

The. And we will hear it.

Phil. No, my noble lord,
It is not for you; I have heard it over,
and it is nothing, nothing in the world ;
Unless you can find sport in their intents,
Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain,
To do you fervice.

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