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For now our observation is perform'd:

Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
And since we have the vayward' of the day, |As the remembrance of an idle gawd,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds. Which in my childhood I did dote upon:
Uncouple in the western valley; go:

And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.-

The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
And mark the musical confusion

Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear

And will for evermore be true to it.
Such gallant chiding;? for, besides the groves, The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
The skies, the fountains, every region near Or this discourse we more will hear anon.-
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard Egeus, I will overbear your will;
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. For in the temple, by and by with us,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan These couples shall eternally be knit.

And, for the morning now is something worn, So flew'd,' só sanded; and their heads are hung Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three, Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapa like

Thessalian bulls ; We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.-
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Come, Hippolyta.
Each under each. A cry more tuneable

(Exeunt The. Hyp. Ege, and train. Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Dem. These things seem small, and undistinIn Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:

guishable, Judge, when you hear.–But, soft'; what nymphs Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. are these?

Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye, Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep: When every thing seems double. And this, Lysander: this Demetrius is ;


So methinks : This Helena, old Nedar's Helena :

And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, I wonder of their being here together.

Mine own, and not mine own. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe Dem.

It seems to me The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

The duke was here, and bid us follow him? But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day


And Hippolyta. That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? Her. Yea: and my father. Ege. It is, my lord.

Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him ; their horns.

And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. (Exe. Horns, and shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, As they go out, Bottom awakes. Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up.

Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will The. Good-morrow, friends. St. Valentine is past; answer ;-my next is, Most fair Pyramus.--Hey, Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? ho!--Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender? Lys. Pardon, my lord.

Snout, the tinker ! Starveling! God's my life! (He and the rest kneel to Theseus. stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most The.

I pray you all, stand up. rare vision. 'I have had a dream,-past the wit of I know, you are two rival enemies :

man to say what dream it was: Man is but an ass, How comes this gentle concord in the world, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought That hatred is so far from jealousy,

I was there is no man call tell what. Methought To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?

I was, and methought I had, But man is but a Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought Hali 'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear, I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of I cannot truly say how I came here:

man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, But, as I think, (for truly would I speak, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)

my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a I came with Hermia hither; our intent

ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Dream, because it hath no bottom: and I will sing Without the peril of the Athenian law.'

it in the latter end of a play, before the duke : Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall I beg the law, the law, upon his head.

sing it at her death.

(Exit. They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius,

SCENE II.-Athens. A room in Quince's Thereby to have defeated you and me:

House, Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and
You, of your wife; and me of my consent ; Starveling.
Of my consent that she should be your wife.

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is he
Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; come home yet ?
And I in fury hither follow'd them;

Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, lie Fair Helena in fancy following me.

is transported. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; (But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia, It goes not forward, doth it ?

Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man in (1) Forepart. (2) Sound. (31 The flews are the large chaps of a hound.

(4) Love.

(5) Toy. U

all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,

Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; handicraft man in Athens.

Or, in the night, imagining some fear, Quin. Yea, and the best person too; and he is How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear! a very paramour for a sweet voice.

Hip. But all tne story of the night told over, Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, And all their minds transfigur'd so together, God bless us, a thing of nought.

More witnesseth than fancy's images,

And grows to something of great constancy;a Enter Snug.

But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. more married: if our sport had gone forward, we The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. had all been made men.

Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost Accompany your hearts! sixpence a-day during his life ; he could not have


More than to us 'scaped sixpence a-day; an the duke had not given Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed. him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, we have, in Pyramus, or nothing.

To wear a way this long age of three hours,

Between our alter-supper, and bed-time ?
Enter Bottom.

Where is our usual manager of mirth? Bot. Where are these lads? where are these What revels are in hand ? is there no play, hearts?

To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ? Quin. Bottom !–0 most courageous day! o Call Philostrate. most happy hour!

Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but The. Say, what abridgment have you for this ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true evening ? Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it What mask? what music? How shall we beguile fell out.

The lazy time, if not with some delight ? Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Philost. There is a brief,“ how many sports are Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, ripe; is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel to- Make choice of which your highness will see first. gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons

[Giving a paper. to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaur's, to every man look o'er his part, for, the short and the

e sung long is, our play is preferred, In any case, let

By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. Thisby have clean linen; and let noť him, that We'll none of that: that have I told my love, plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang outIn glory of my kinsman Hercules. for the lions claws. And, most dear actors, eat no

The riot of ihe tipsy Bacchanals, onions, nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a That is an old device; and it was play'd sweet comedy. No more words; away; go, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror, away.

TExeunt. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death

Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.
That is some satire, keen, and critical,

Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
SCENE I.-The same.

And his love Thisbe : very tragical mirih. An apartment in the Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? Palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow: Philostrate, Lords, and Altendanls.

How shall we find the concord of this discord ? Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words speak of.

The. More strange than true. I never may believe Which is as brief as I have known a play:
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. By ten words, my lord, it is too lorg;
Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Which makes it iedious: for in all ihe play
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
More than cool reason ever comprehends. And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Are of imagination all compact :'

Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, The passion of loud laughter never shed. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

The. What are they, that do play it ? The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to here, heaven;

Which never labour'd in their minds till now; And, as imagination bodies forth

And now have toil'd their unbreath'd' memories The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen With this same play, against your nuptial. Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy hing The. And we will hear it. A local habitation, and a name.


No, my noble lord, Such tricks hath strong imagination ;

It is not for you: I have heard it over,

And it is nothing, nothing in the world; (1) Are made of mere imagination. (2) Stability. (31 Pastime. (4) Short account.

(5) Unexercised.

Unless you can find sport in their intents, This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will know, To do you service.

By_moonshine did these lovers think no scorn The. I will hear that play;

"To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to won. For never any thing can be amiss,

This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,» Iben simpleness and duty tender it.

The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies. Did scare away, or rather did affright ;

[Erit Philostrate. And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg’d, Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: And duty in his service perishing.

* Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such * And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : thing.

Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for ' And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, nothing.

'His dagger drow, and died. For all the rest, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain, And what poor duty cannot do,

"At large discourse, while here they do remain.' Noble respect takes it in might not merit.

[Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. Where I have come, great clerks have purpos'd Thê. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. To greet me with premeditated welcomes; Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, many asses do. Make periods in the midst of sentences,

Wall. 'In this same interlude, it doth befall, Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, * And such a wall, as I would have you think, Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet, " That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; * Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, And in the modesty of fearful duty

* Did whisper osten very secretly, I read as much, as from the rattling tongue * This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, “That I am that same wall; the truth is so :
In least, speak most, to my capacity.

And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Enter Philostrate.

“Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.'

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is better? addrest."

Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpets. discourse, my lord. Enter Prologue.

The. Pyramus draws near the wall; silence'

Enter Pyramus.
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will.
That you should think, we come not to offend,

Pyr. 'O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so But with good will. To show our simple skill,

black ! That is the true beginning of our end.

0 night, which ever art, when day is not' Consider then, we come but in despite.

O night, 0 night, alack, alack, alack, We do not come as minding to content you,

'I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!Our true intent is. All for your delight,

* And thou,'0 wall, o sweet, O lovely wall, We are not here. Thai you should here repent you,

“That stand'st between her father's ground and The actors are at hand; and, by their show,

mine; You shall know all, that you are like to know.

'Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

"Show me thy chink, to blink through with’mine

eyne. [Wall holds up his fingers. Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt, “Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It this! is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, • wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ;,

'But what see I? No Thisby do I see. like a child on a recorder ;; a sound, but not in

Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!' government, The. His speech was like a tangled chain; no-curse again.

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should thing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am Lion, as in dumb show.

to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will

fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes. Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show;

Enter Thisbe. But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This. 'O wall, full often hast thou heard my This man is Pyramus, if you would know; “This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. “For parting my fair Pyramus and me: This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present 'My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; "Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.' sunder:

Pyr. "I see a voice; now will I to the chink, And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. content

* Thisby!' "To whisper; at the which let no man wonder. This. "My love! thou art my love, I think.' '1) Ready. (2) A musical instrument.

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Pyr. 'Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's Lys. Proceed, moon. grace ;

Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, And like Limander am I trusty still.'

that the lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the This." And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.' moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush ; and this Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.' dog, my dog. This. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.' Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; Pyr. 'O, kiss me through the hole of this vile for they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes wall.'

Thisbe, This. “I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all."

Enter Thisbe. Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straight way?'

This.' This is old Ninny's tomb : Where is my This. . Tide life, tide death, I come without de

love ?' lay.'

Lion. Oh, Wall. Thus have I,Wall, my part discharged so;

(The Lion roars.--Thisbe runs off. 'And, being done, thu's Wall away doth go.' Dem. Well roared, lion.

(Ereunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. The. Well run, Thisbe. The. Now is the mural down between the two Hip. Well shone, moon.—Truly, the moon neighbours,

shines with a good grace. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so The. Well moused, lion, wilful to hear without warning:

(The lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and erit. Hip. This is the silliest stuit that ever I heard. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

The. The best in this kind are but shadows : and Lys. And then the moon vanishes. the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not

Enter Pyramus. theirs.

Pyr. 'Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they

beams; of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright: Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. For, by thy gracious, golden glittering streams, Enter Lion and Moonshine.

• I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

• But stay ;-0 spite ! Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do

• But mark:-Poor knight, fear

• What dreadful dole is here! The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on

Eyes, do you see? floor,

'O dainty duck! O dear! May now, perchance, both quake and tremble

• Thy mantle good, here,

"What, staind with blood ? “When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.

Approach, ye furies fell! • Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am

O fates! come, come ; • A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:

Cut thread and thrum: * For if I should as lion come in strife

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!'? * Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.'

The. This passion, and the death of a dear The. A very gentle beast, and of a good con- friend, would go near to make a man look sad. science.

Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that Pyr. O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions e'er I saw.

frame? Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. "Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: The. True ; and a goose for his discretion. Which is-no, no—which was the fairest dame,

Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot 'That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose. cheer. * The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his

. Come, tears, confound; valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is

Out, sword, and wound well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to “The pap of Pyramus: the moon.

Ay, that left pap, Moon. 'This lantern doth the horned moon pre

• Where heart doth hop: sent :'

"Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Dem. He should have worn the horns on his

• Now am I dead, head.

Now am I fled ; The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisi My soul is in the sky: ble within the circumference.

Tongue, lose thy light! Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon

"Moon, take thy fight! present;

Now, die, die, die, die, die. • Myself the man i'th' moon do seem to be.'

(Dies.-Exit Moonshine. The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but the man should be put into the lantern: How is it one. else the man i' the moon ?

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; Den. He dares not come there for the candle: he is nothing. for, you see, it is already in snuff.'

The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he recover, and prove an ass. would change!

Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all The. She will find him by star-light.--Here she reason, we must stay the time.

comes; and her passion ends the play, (1) In anger; a quibble. (2) Coarse yarn. (3) Destroy.

14) Countenance.

Enter Thisbe.

Prom the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream, Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one,

Now are frolic; not a mouse for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.

Shall disturb this hallow'd house : Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Py- I am sent, with broom before, ramus, which Thisbe, is the better.

To sweep the dust behind the door. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Enter Oberon and Titania, with their Train. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.This. Asleep, my love ?

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, • What, dead, my dove ?

By the dead and drowsy fire: "O Pyramus, arise,

Every elf, and fairy, sprite,
Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

Hop as light as bird from brier;
Dead, 'dead ? A tomb

And this ditty, after me,
Must cover thy sweet eyes.

Sing and dance it trippingly.
· These lily brows,

Tita. First rehearse this song by rote: · This cherry nose,

To each word a warbling note, "These yellow cowslip cheeks,

Hand in hand, with fairy

Are gone, are gone:

Will we sing, and bless this place.
Lovers, make moan!
His eyes were green as leeks.

O sisters three,
Come, come, to me,

Obe. Now, until the break of day, "With hands as pale as milk ;

Through this house each fairy stray. "Lay them in gore,

To the best bride-bed will we,
'Since you have shore

Which by us shall blessed be;
With shears his thread of silk.

And the issue, there create,

Ever shall be fortunate.
Tongue, not a word:-
Come, trusty sword;

So shall all the couples three
Come, blade, my breast imbrue;

Ever true in loving be:
And farewell, friends ;-

And the blots of nature's hand
Thus, Thisby ends :

Shall not in their issue stand;
Adieu, adieu, adieu.'

[Dies. Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the

Nor mark prodigious,: such as are dead.

Despised in nativity, Dem. Ay, and Wall too.

Shall upon their children be.

With this field-dew consecrate, Bot. No, I assure you ; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the

Every fairy take his gait ;* epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between

And each several chamber bless, two of our company ?

Through this palace with sweet peace The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play

E’er shall it in safety rest, needs no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the play

And the owner of it blest, ers are all dead, there need none to be blamed.

Trip away; Marry, if he that writ it had play'da Pyramus, and

Make no stay; hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have

Meet me all by break of day. been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very

[Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: Puck. If we shadows hare offended, let your epilogue alone. (Here a dance of Clowns. Think but this (and all is mended,) The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :

That you have but slumber'd here, Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time.

While these visions did appear. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,

And this weak and idle theme, As much as we this night have overwatch'd.

No more yielding but a dream, This palpable gross play hath well beguild

Gentles, do not reprehend; The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed. If you pardon, we will mend. A fortnight hold we this solemnity,

And, as I am an honest Puck,
In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt. If we have unearned luck

How to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
SCENE II.--Enter Puck.

We will make amends, ere long:

Else the Puck a liar call.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;

So, good night unto you all.
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit.
All with weary task fordone. ?
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in wo,
In remembrance of a shroud.

Wild and fantastical as this play is, all the parts Now it is the time of night,

in their various modes are well written, and give That the graves, all gaping wide,

the kind of pleasure which the author designed. Every one lets forth his sprite,

Fairies in his time were much in fashion; common In the church-way paths to glide :

tradition had made them familiar, and Spencer's And we fairies, that do run

poem had made them great.

JOHNSON By the triple Hecate's team, (1) Progress. (2) Overcome.

(3) Portentous.

(4) Way.

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