Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Now I perceive that she hath made compare Between our statures; she hath urg'd her height; And with her personage, her tall personage. Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him. And are you grown so high in his esteem, Let her not hurt me. I was never curst; Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. With Demetrius. Lys. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. Dem. No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf. You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; You bead, you acorn. Dem. You are too officious Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. Robin. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. [nd not you tell me I should know the man And so far blameless proves my enterprise, 350 As this their jangling I esteem a sport. Ove. Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight; He therefore, Robin, overcast the night. As che come not within another's way. 355 361 Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, end. This I in this affair do thee employ, 370 375 to my queen and beg her Indian boy; And then I will her charmed eye release monster's view, and all things shall be 390 Obe. But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport, And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. But, notwithstanding, haste, make no delay. We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit.] 305 Robin. Up and down, up and down, Here comes one. Re-enter LYSANDER. 400 When I come where he calls, then he is gone. 420 [Sleeps.] Re-enter ROBIN GOODFELLOW and DEMETRIUS. Robin. Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why com'st thou not? Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place, And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou now? If ever I thy face by daylight see. Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me 420 Enter ROBIN GOODFELLOW. Obe. [Advancing.] Welcome, good Robin Her dotage now I do begin to pity; Was wont to swell like round and orient pearl When I had at my pleasure taunted her I then did ask of her her changeling child; The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. [Horns and shout within. Lys., Dem., Hel., and Her, wake and start up. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord. The. 146 150 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, 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 Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, Without the peril of the Athenian law 153 Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough. I beg the law, the law, upon his head. 160 Thereby to have defeated you and me, 163 170 Of this their purpose hither to this wood; 175 Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia; But like a sickness did I loathe this food; The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met; 180 185 190 [Exeunt The., Hip., Ege.. and train. Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. him; And by the way let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt lovers. Bot. (Awaking.) When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is, Most fair Pyramus." Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! [205 Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass, if he [210 go about to expound this dream. Methought I was there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,- but man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not [215 heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream. It shall be called Bottom's [220 Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the Duke; peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [Exit. [SCENE II. Athens. Quince's house.] Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVE LING. Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? Is he come home yet? Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is transported. 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 sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life; he could not have 'scaped sixpence a day. An the Duke had not given him sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd. He would have deserved it. Sixpence a day in Pyramus, or nothing. Enter BOTTOM. Bot. Where are these lads? Where are these hearts? Quin. Bottom! O most courageous day! 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 everything, righ as it fell out. Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tel you is, that the Duke hath dined. Get your apparel together, good strings to your beards new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently a the palace; every man look o'er his part; fo the short and the long is, our play is preferr'd In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; an let not him that plays the lion pare his nails. for they shall hang out for the lion's claws And, most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do no doubt but to hear them say, it is a swee comedy. No more words; away! go, away! [Exeun ACT V [SCENE I. Athens. The palace of Theseus. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE Lords (and Attendants]. Hip. T is strange, my Theseus, that the lovers speak of. The. More strange than true; I never m believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold |