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Do (as a monfter) fly my prefence thus.
Lyf. And run thro' fire I will for thy sweet sake, [Waking.
Hel. Do not fay fo, Lyfander, fay not fo;
Lyf. Content with Hermia? no: I do repent
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mock'ry born?
Good troth you do me wrong, good footh you do,
But fare you well. Perforce I must confefs,
Lyf. She fees not Hermia; Hermia fleep thou there,.. And never may'st thou come Lysander near;
For as a furfeit of the fweeteft things
Her. Help me, Lyfander, help me, do thy beft
ACT III. SCENE I. The Wood. Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snowt and Starveling. The Queen of Fairies lying afleep.
Bot. ARE we all met?
Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hauthorn-brake our tyring house, and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the Duke.
Bot. Peter Quince!
Quin. What fay'ft thou, bully Bottom?
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that will never please. Firft, Pyramus muft draw a fword to kill himself, which the ladies cannot abide. How anfwer you that?
Snowt. By'rlaken, a parlous fear!
Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
Bot. Not a whit, I have a device to make all well; VOL. I.
write me a prologue, and let the prologue feem to say, will do no harm with our fwords, and that Pyramus is kill'd indeed; and for more better affurance tell them, th I Pyramus am not Pyramus but Bottom the weaver; this we put them out of fear.
Quin. Well, we will have fuch a prologue, and it shall be written in eight and fix.
Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight,
Snorut. Will not the ladies be afraid of the lion?
Bot. Mafters, you ought to confider with your felves to bring in, God fhield us, a lion among ladies, is a mot dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fow! than your lion living; and we ought to look to it.
Snowt. Therefore another prologue muft tell he is not a lion.
Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be feen through the lion's neck, and he himself mutt fpeak through, faying thus or to the fame defect; ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or I would request you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to tremble; my life for yours; if you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life; no, I am no fuch thing, I am a man as other men are; and there indeed let him name his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
Quin. Well, it fhall be fo; but there is two hard things, that is, to bring the moon-light,into a chamber; for you know Pyramus and Thifty meet by moon-light.
Snug. Doth the moon fhine that night we play our play? Bot. A kalendar, a kalendar! look in the almanack; find out moon-fhine, find out moon-shine.
Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.
Bot. Why then may you leave a cafement of the great chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon may fhine in at the cafement.
Quin. Ay, or elfe one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and fay he comes to disfigure or to prefent the perfon of Moon-fhine. Then there is another thing, we must have a wall in the great chamber, for
Pyramus and Thisby (fays the ftory) did talk through the that Prachink of a wall.
ld reque tremble;
as a her, st
two hard amber;
Snug. You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom ?
at of the
Bot. Some man or other must present Wall, and let him have fome plafter, or fome lome, or fome roughcaft about him, to fignify wall: Or let him hold his fingers thus; and through the cranny fhall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, fit down every mother's fon, and rehearse your parts. Pyraus, you begin; when you have fpoken your speech, enter into that brake, and fo every one according to his cue.
SCENE II. Enter Puck.
name hit But hark, a voice! ftay thou but here a whit,
Puck. What hempen home-fpuns have we fwaggering here,
And by and by I will to thee appear.
Puck. A ftranger Pyramus than e'er plaid here! [Afide.
Quin. Ay marry muft you; for you must understand he play goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. Thif. Moft radiant Pyramus, moft lilly-white of hue, Of colour like the red rofe on triumphant bryer, Maft brifkly Juvenile, and eke moft lovely Jew, As true as trueft horfe, that yet would never tire, T'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
Quin. Ninus' tomb, man? why, you must not speak
ith a that yet; that you answer to Pyramus; you speak all your disfigure part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter, your cue is
paft; it is never tire.
here is an chamber,
Tbif. O, as true as trueft horse, that yet would never
Pyr. Odours favours sweet,
So doth thy breath, my deareft Thisby dear:
Re-enter Bottom with an Afs's head. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. Quin. O monstrous! Oftrange! we are haunted; pray, afters, fly, mafters, help. [The Clowns exeunt. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bufh, through brake, through bryer;
Sometimes a horfe I'll be, fometimes a hound,
Snowt. O Bottom, thou art chang'd; what do I fee on thee?
Bot. What do you fee? you fee an afs-head of your own, do you ?
Quin. Blefs thee, Bottom, bless thee, thou art tranflated, [Exit. Bot. I fee their knavery, this is to make an afs of me, to fright me if they could; but I will not ftir from this place, do what they can; I will walk up and down here, and I will fing, that they fhall hear I am not afraid. [Sings. The Oufel cock, fo black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throftle with his note fo true,
Queen. What angel wakes me from my flow'ry bed?
Bot. The finch, the fparrow, and the lark,
Whofe note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not anfwer nay.
For indeed, who would fet his wit to fo foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, tho' he cry cuckow never fo? Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, fing again,
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,