fing it in the latter end of the play, before the duke: Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I fhall fing it after death. [Exit. SCENE II. Athens. Quince's House. Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Quin. Have you fent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is tranfported. Flu. If he come not, then the play is marr'd; It goes not forward, doth it? Quin. It is not poffible: you have not a man in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. Flu. No; he hath fimply the best wit of any handycraft man in Athens. Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very paramour, for a sweet voice. Flu. You must fay, 'paragon: a paramour is, God blefs us! a thing of nought. Enter Snug. k 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 fweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he loft fix-pence a-day during his life; he could not have 'fcaped fix-pence play. h at her death-the death of Thibe. paragon :]-pattern of excellence. n.]-well provided for, our fortunes had been made. made men. 66 There would this monster make a man." TEMPEST, A& II, S. 2. Trin. a day: an the duke had not given him fix-pence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd; he would have deferv'd it: fix-pence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing. Enter Bottom. Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts ? Quin. Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour! Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. Quin. Let us hear, fweet Bottom. All that I will tell you, is, Bot. Not a word of me. that the duke hath dined: good ftrings 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 preferr'd. 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, moft dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter fweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them fay, it is a fweet comedy. No more words; away; go, away. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. The Palace. Enter Thefeus, Hippolita, Egeus, Philoftrate, Lords, &c. Hip. 'Tis ftrange, my Thefeus, that these lovers speak of. 1 beards,]-falfe ones, in which they were to perform their parts. These Thefe antique fables, nor these fairy toys. One fees more devils than vaft hell can hold; That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantick, The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination; That, if it would but apprehend fome joy, Hip. But all the story of the night told over, And grows to fomething of great conftancy; But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. Enter Lyfander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts! Lyf. More than to us Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! feething brains,]-warm ideas, enthusiastic notions. compact:]-made up. VOL. II. P conftancy;]-confiftency. The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours, Between our after-fupper, and bed-time? Where is our ufual manager of mirth? What revels are in hand? Is there no play, To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? Call Philoftrate. Philoft. Here, mighty Thefeus. The. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening? What mask? what mufick? How fhall we beguile The lazy time, if not with fome delight? Philoft. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe; Make choice of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper. The. reads.] The battle of the Centaurs, to be fung We'll none of that: that I have told my love, The riot of the tipfy Bacchanals, Tearing the Thracian finger in their rage. That is an old device; and it was play'd When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. The thrice three Mufes mourning for the death Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. S That is fome fatire, keen, and critical, Not forting with a nuptial ceremony. abridgment]-plays were fo called, from their comprising the events of years in the compafs of a few hours. The thrice three Mufes]-alluding perhaps to Spenfer's "Tears of "the Mufes," the more than mortal sweetness of whose pastorals our author is fuppofed to intimate, Ac&t II, S. 2. where the Queen says of Oberon, "And, in the shape of Corin, fate all day" &c. or this pretended title may contain an oblique fatire upon those, who could fuffer Spenfer himself to die in distress. S s critical,]-cenforious. A tedious A tedious brief fcene of young Pyramus, Philoft. A play there is, my lord, fome ten words long; 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 paffion of loud laughter never shed. The. What are they, that do play it? Philoft. 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 Philoft. No, my noble lord, It is not for you: I have heard it over, W Extremely ftretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, The. I will hear that play : For never any thing can be amiss, 'ftrange black; fcorching. unbreath'd]-untried, unexperienced. intents, &c.]-entertainment, which in compliment to you, they have rack'd their brains to devise. |