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And bless it to all fair prosperity.
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark:

I do hear the morning lark.
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wandering moon.
Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found
With these mortals on the ground.
[Exeunt. Horns sound within.
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is perform'd ;
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; let them go
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.


Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear
Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,

To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Half 'sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here;
But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,-
And now I do bethink me, so it is,)

I came with Hermia hither: our intent [be
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might
Without the peril of the Athenian law.

Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have

I beg the law, the law upon his head.
They would have stol'n away; they would,

Thereby to have defeated you and me.
You of your wife, and me of my consent,—
Of my consent that she should be your wife.
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their

Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them,
Fair Helena in fancy following me.
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,
(But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia,
Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gawd,
Which in my childhood I did dote upon;
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia :
But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.

So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian

Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
la Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge, when you hear. But, soft! what
nymphs are these?

The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met :
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
For in the temple, by and by, with us,
These couples shall eternally be knit.
And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.
Away, with us, to Athens: three and three,
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolyta.

Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here
And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena :
I wonder of their being here together.

The. No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity. But speak, Egeus; is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice? Ege. It is, my lord. [their horns. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with [Horns and shout within. Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena, Dem. wake and start up. [past: That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you

It seems to me


Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

Lys. Pardon, my lord. [He and the rest kneel.
I pray you all, stand up.
I know you two are rival enemies :
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy,

[Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train.
Dem. These things seem small and undis-

Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Her. Methinks I see these things with parted


When everything seems double.

So methinks:
And I have found Demetrius, like a jewel,
Mine own, and not mine own.

The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
Her. Yea; and my father.
And Hippolyta.
Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple.
Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow

him ;

And by the way let us recount our dreams. you is, that the duke hath dined. Get your

[Exeunt. apparel together, good strings to your beards, Bot. (Awaking.) When my cue comes, call new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently me, and I will answer :--my next is, Most at the palace ; every man look o'er his part ; fair Pyramus."—Hey, ho !-Peter Quince ! for the short and the long is, our play is preFlute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker ! ferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean Starveling !-God's my life! stolen hence, and linen ; and let not him that plays the lion pare left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. This nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's I have had a dream,-past the wit of man to claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions say what dream it was : man is but an ass, if nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath ; he go about to expound this dream. Me- and I do not doubt but to hear them say, it is thought I was—there is no man can tell what. a sweet comedy. No more words: away! go; Methought I was, and methought I had, -but away.

[Exeunt. 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,

ACT V. man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to

SCENE I.--Athens. An Apartment in the conceive, nor his heart to report, what my

Palace of Theseus. dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream : it shall be called Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lards, Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom ;

and Attendands. and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these before the duke : peradventure, to make it the lovers speak of.

(believe more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. The. More strange than true.

I never may [Exit. These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. SCENE II. ---Athens. A Room in Quince's Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, House.

More than cool reason ever comprehends. Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,

Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is Are of imagination all compact : he come home yet? [he is transported. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic,

Flu. If he come not, then the play is mar- Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : red : it goes not forward, doth it ?

The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Quin. It is not possible : you have not a Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth man in all Athens able to discharge Pyramus And, as imagination bodies forth (to heaven ; but he.

[handycraft man in Athens. The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Flu. No, he hath simply the best wit of any Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy

Quin. Yea, and the best person too ; and A local habitation and a name. (nothing he is a very paramour for a sweet voice. Such tricks hath strong imagination,

Flu. You must say, paragon : a paramour That, if it would but apprehend some joy, is, God bless us ! a thing o' naught.

It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Enter Snug.

Or in the night, imagining some fear, Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear! temple, and there is two or three lords and Hip. But all the story of the night told over, ladies more married : if our sport bad gone And all their minds transfigur'd so together, forward, we had all been made men.

More witnesseth than fancy's images, Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he and grows to something of great constancy; lost sixpence a day during his life; he could But, howsoever, strange and admirable. not have 'scaped sixpence a day : an the duke The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and had not given him sixpence a day for playing

mirth. Pyramus, I'll be hanged ; he would have de- Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and served it : sixpence a day in Pyramus, or no

Helena. thing.

Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of
Enter Bottom.
Accompany your hearts !

[love, Bot. Where are these lads? where are these Lys.

More than to us hearts?

O most happy hour! Wait in your royal walks, your board, your Quin. Bottom !-0 most courageous day !


[shall we have, Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders : The. Come now ; what masks, what dances but ask me not what ; for if I tell you, I am To wear away this long age of three hours, no true Athenian. I will tell you everything, Between our after-supper, and bed-time? right as it fell out.

Where is our usual manager of mirth? Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

What revels are in hand? Is there no play, Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?

Call Philostrate.

Hip. He says they can do nothing in this Philost. Here, mighty Theseus.

kind. The. Say, what abridgment have you for The. The kinder we, to give them thanks this evening?


for nothing. What mask? what music? How shall we be- Our sport shall be to take what they mistake : The lazy time, if not with some delight? And what poor duty cannot do, Philost. There is a brief how many sports Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. are ripe :

Where I have come, great clerks have purposėd Make choice of which your highness will see To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; first.

[Giving a paper. Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, The. (Reads.] The battle with the Cen- Make periods in the midst of sentences, taars to be sung

Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, By an Athenian eunuch to the harp." And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, We'll none of that : that have I told my love, Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, In glory of my kinsman Hercules.

Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome ; (Reads.] The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, And in the modesty of fearful duty Tearing the Thracian singer in their I read as much, as from the rattling tongue rage."

Of saucy and audacious eloquence. That is an old device ; and it was play'd Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. In least speak most, to my capacity. (Reads.] The thrice three muses mourning

Enter Philostrate. for the death

Philost. So please your grace, the prologue Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary."

is addrest. The. Let him approach. That is some satire, keen and critical,

(Flourish of trumpets. Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.-

Enter Prologue. Reads. - A tedious brief scene of young

Prol. If we offend, it is with our good-will. Pyramus,

That you should think, we come not to offend, And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth." But with good-will. To show our simple skill, Merry and tragical! Tedious and brief! That is the true beginning of our end. That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow. Consider, then, we come but in despite. How shall we find the concord of this discord ? We do not come as minding to content you, Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten Our truc intent is. All for your delight, words long,

We are not here. That you should here reWhich is as brief as I have known a play ;

pent you, But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; The actors are at hand; and, by their show, Which makes it tedious ; for in all the play You shall know all, that you are like to know." There is not one word apt, one player fitted : The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. And tragical, my noble lord, it is ;

Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral,
Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, my lord : it is not enough to speak, but to
Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears speak true.
The passion of loud laughter never shed. Hip. Indeed, he hath played on his pro-

The. What are they that do play it ? logue, like a child on a recorder ; a sound,
Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in but not in government.
Athens here,

The. His speech was like a tangled chain ;
Which never labour'd in their minds till now ; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is
And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories next?
With this same play, against your nuptial. Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine,
The. And we will hear it.

and Lion, as in dumb show. Philost.

No, my noble lord ; Prol. “Gentles, perchance you wonder at It is not for you : I have heard it over,

this show ;

(plain. And it is nothing, nothing in the world ; But wonder on, till truth make all things Unless you can find sport in their intents, This man is Pyramus, if you would know ; Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. To do you service.

This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth The. I will hear that play ; present

[sunder; For never anything can be amiss,

Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers When simpleness and duty tender it. And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies. are content

(Exit Philostrate. To whisper; at the wbich let no man wonder. Hig. I love not to see wretchedness o'er- This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, And duty in his service perishing. [charg'd, Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn such thing.

To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.

This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,

thee." Did scare away, or rather did affright;

Pyr. "I see a voice: now will I to the chink, And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall, *To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did | Thisby !". stain.

This. “My love ! thou art my love, I think.” Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, Pyr. " Think what thou wilt, I am thy And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain :

lover's grace ; Whereat, with bladé, with bloody blameful And, like Limander, am I trusty still." [kill." blade,

(breast; This. And I like Helen, till the fates me He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.' And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, This. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you."

His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Pyr. "O! kiss me through the hole of this Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain, vile wall!"

[at all." At large discourse, while here they do remain.” This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips (Ercunt Prol., Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. Pyr. “Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak.


(out delay." Dem. No wonder, my lord :

This. "'Tide life, 'tide death, I come withOne lion may, when many asses do.

(Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe. Wall. In this same interlude it doth befall, Wall. “ Thus have I, wall, my part disThat I, one Snout by name, present a wall ;

charged so ; And such a wall, as I would have you think, And, being done, thus wall away doth go.". That had in it a cranny'd hole or chink,

[Exit. Through which the lovers, Pyramus and The. Now is the mural down between the Did whisper often very secretly. [Thisby, two neighbours. This lime, this rough-cast, and this stone, Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are doth show

so wilful to hear without warning. [heard. That I am that same wall; the truth is so : Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I And this the cranny is, right and sinister, The. The best in this kind are but shadows ; Through which the fearful lovers are to and the worst are no worse, if imagination whisper." [speak better? amend them.

(not theirs. The. Would you desire lime and hair to Hip. It must be your imagination then, and

Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I The. If we imagine no worse of them than heard discourse, my lord.

they of themselves, they may pass for excel The. Pyramus draws near the wall : silence ! lent men.--Here come two noble beasts in, a Enter Pyramus.

moon and a lion. Pyr. O grim-look'd night! O night with

Enter Lion and Moonshine. hue so black !

Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle O night, which ever art when day is not !

hearts do fear

(on floor, O night, О night! alack, alack, alack !

The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot ! - May now perchance both quake and tremble And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,

here, That stand'st between her father's ground When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar, and mine ;

Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, No lion fell, nor else no lion's dam; Show me thy chink to blink through with For, if I should as lion come in strife

mine eyne! (Wall holds up his fingers. Into this place, 'twere pity of my life." Thanks, courteous wall : Jove shield thee well The. A very gentle beast, and of a good for this!


(e'er I saw. But what see I? No Thisby do I see. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ! Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!' she. True ; ard a goose for his discretion.

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot should curse again.

carry his discretion; and the fox carries the Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. goose. Deceiving me," is Thisby's cue : she is to The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry enter now, and I am to spy her through the his valour ; for the goose carries not the fox. wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told It is well : leave it to his discretion, and let us you.--Yonder she comes.

listen to the moon. Enter Thisbe.

Moon." This lantern doth the hornèd moon This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard

present ;

[his head. my moans,

Dem. He should have worn the horns on For parting my fair Pyramus and me! The. He is no crescent, and his horns are My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones, invisible within the circumference.

Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon present;

Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be." The. This is the greatest error of all the rest; the man should be put into the lantern. How is it else the man i' the moon?

Dem. He dares not come there for the candle; for, you see, it is already in snuff. Hip. I am aweary of this moon: would he would change!

The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Lys. Proceed, moon.

Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.

Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for all these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe.

Dem. Well roared, lion. The. Well run, Thisbe. Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.

[The Lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and exit. The. Well moused, lion.

Dem. And then came Pyramus.

Lys. And so the lion vanished.

Enter Pyramus.

Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;

I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright; [streams, For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

But stay,-O spite !-
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!

Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?

O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,

What, stain'd with blood?
Approach, ye furies fell!

O fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum;
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!"
The. This passion, and the death of a dear
friend, would go near to make a man look sad.
Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
Pyr. "O wherefore, nature, didst thou lions

Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear: Which is no, no-which was the fairest dame That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer.

The pap of Pyramus :
Ay, that left pap,
Where heart doth hop:---
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus !
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;

Enter Thisbe.

Hip. Methinks she should not use a long one

This. " 'This is old Ninny's tomb. Where for such a Pyramus: I hope she will be brief. is my love?" Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Lion. [Roaring.] "Oh-," Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better; he for [Thisbe runs off. a man, God warrant us, she for a woman, God bless us.

Come, tears, confound; Out, sword, and wound

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With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword:

Come, blade, my breast imbrue :
And farewell, friends :
Thus Thisby ends :
Adieu, adieu, adieu."

[Dies. The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and Wall too. Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two of our company?

The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had

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