That is the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from carta to The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination; It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Enter LYSANder, DemetrUS, 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! Lys. More than to us Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we To wear away this long age of three hours, Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. [have, The. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening ? What mask? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight? Philost. 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 with the Centaurs, to be By an Athenian eunuch to the harp." [sung We'll none of that: that have I told my love, In glory of my kinsman Ilercules. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, "The thrice three Muses mourning for the death That is some satire, keen, and critical, "A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, And tragical, my noble lord, it is; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. [long; Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, With this same play, against your nuptial. Philost. No, my noble lord, It is not for you: I have heard it over, And it is nothing, nothing in the world; Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain. To do you service. The. I will hear that play; For never anything can be amiss, Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies. (Exit PHILOS. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'charged, And duty in his service perishing. The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we to give them thanks for nothing. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: And what poor duty cannot do. Noble respect takes it in mt, not meri Where I have come, great clerks have purposèd I read as much as from the rattling tongue Enter PHILOSTRATE. Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is addrest. The. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets. Enter Prologue. Prol. "If we offend, it is with our good-will. That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good-will. To shew our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then, we come but in despite. We do not come as minding to content you, We are not here. That you should here repent you, The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, Wall, Moonshine, and Prol. "Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. Ilis dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, [Exeunt Prologue, THISBE, Lion, and Moonshine The. I wonder if the lion be to speak. Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do. Wall. "In this same interlude, it doth befall, That had in it a crannied hole, or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, This loam, this rough cast, and this stone doth show, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord. The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss, The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. Pyr No, in truth, Sir, he should not. "Deceiving me," is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see it will fall pat as I told you.-Yonder she comes. Enter THISBE. This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, For parting my fair Pyramus and me: My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee." Thisby! This. "My love! thou art my love, I think." Pyr. "Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace, And like Limander am I trusty still." This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." This. "Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay." Wall. "Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so, And, being done, thus wall away doth go." [Exeunt Wall, PYRAMUS, and THISBE. The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination, then, and not theirs. Here The. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. Enter Lion and Moonshine. Lion. "You ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: For if I should as lion come in strife Into this place, 'twere pity, on my life." The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. The True; and a goose for his discretion. Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose. The. His discretion, I am sura, cannot carry his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon present." Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. The. He is no crescent, and his horns are 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 they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes Thisbe. Enter THISBE. This. "This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?" Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; But mark;-poor knight, How can it be? O dainty duck! O dear! 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 frame? Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear: Which is no, no-which was the fairest dame That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd with Come, tears, confound; Out, sword, and wound 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; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose the fight! Moon, take thy flight! Now die, die, die, die, die." [cheer. [Dies [Exit Moonshine Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove an ass. Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? The. She will find him by starlight.-Here she comes; and her passion ends the play. Enter THISBE. Hip. Methinks she would not use a long one for such a Pyramus: I hope she will be brief. Dem. A mote will turn the balance. which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes "Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove? O Pyramus, arise, Speak, speak. Quite dumb? This cherry nose, Are gone, are gone: Come, come, to me, Come, blade, my breast imbrue: 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 played Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.- In nightly revels, and new jollity. SCENE II.-Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; [Exeunt. Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, That the graves, all gaping wide, In the church-way paths to glide: By the triple Hecate's team, Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their train. Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me, Obe. Now, until the break of day, So shall all the couples three And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be.- Every fairy take his gait; And each several chamber bless, Through this palace with sweet peace: E'er shall it in safety rest, And the owner of it blest. Make no stay; [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train. Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, So, good night unto you all. SHYLOCK, a Jew. TUBAL, a Jew, his friend. LAUNCELOT GOEBO, a Clown, servant to SHYLOCK. JESSICA, Daughter to SHYLOCK. Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the Court of Justice SCENE, Partly at VENICE, and partly at BELMONT, the seat of PORTIA, on the Continent. ACT I SCENE I.-VENICE. A Street Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO. It wearies me; you say, it wearies you; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean; That curt'sy to them, do them reverence, Salan. Believe me, Sir, had I such venture forth, Salar My wind, cooling my broth, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks? Is sad to think upon his merchandise. Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it, Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say you are Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO. you well; We leave you now with better company. Salar. I would have stay'd till I had made you merry. I take it, your own business calls on you, Bass. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Say, I pray you, have in mind where we must meet. Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio; Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; Gra. Let me play the fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come; Sleep when he wakes? and creep into the jaundice If they should speak, would almost damn those ears, Lor. Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time: Gra. Well, keep me company but two years more, In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible. Ant. Well; tell me now, what lady is this same How much I have disabled mine estate, Ant. I pray you, good Bassanio, let me know it; My purse, my person, my extremest means, Bass. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, To find the other forth; and by advent'ring both, Which you did shoot the first, I do not doubt, Ant. You know me well; and herein spend but time, To wind about my love with circumstance; And out of doubt you do me now more wrong, In making question of my uttermost, O my Antonio, had I but the means To hold a rival place with one of them, I have a mind presages me such thrift, That I should questionless be fortunate. Ant. Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea; Nor have I money, nor commodity To raise a present sum: therefore go forth, Try what my credit can in Venice do, That shall be rack'd, even to the uttermost, Ner. You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are and yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing: it is no mean happiness, therefore, to be seated in the mean; superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. Por. Good sentences, and well pronounced. Por. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching. The brain may devise laws for the blood; but a hot temper leaps over a cold decree: such a hare is madness the youth, to skip o'er the meshes of good counsel the cripple. But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a 'usband: -O me, the word choose! I may neither choose whom I would, nor refuse whom I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curbed by the will of a dead father.-Is it not hard, Nerissa, that I cannot choose one, nor refuse none? Ner. Your father was ever virtuous; and holy men, at their death, have good inspirations; therefore, the lottery, that he hath devised in these three chests, of gold, silver, and lead, (whereof who chooses his meaning, chooses you,) will, no doubt, never be chosen by any rightly, but one who you shall rightly love. But what warmth is there in your affection towards any of these princely suitors that are already come? Por. I pray thee, overname them; and as thou namest them, I will describe them: and, according to my description, level at my affection. Ner. First, there is the Neapolitan prince. Por. Ay, that's a colt indeed, for he doth nothing but talk of his horse; and he makes it a great appro priation to his own good parts, that he can shoe him himself. I am much afraid, my lady his mother played false with a smith. Ner. Then, there is the county Palatine. Por. He doth nothing but frown; as who should say, "An if you will not have me, choose." He hears merry tales, and smiles not: I fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old, being so full of unmannerly sadness in his youth. I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth, than to either of these. God defend me from these two Ner. How say you by the French lord, Monsieur Le Bon? Por. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be a mocker: but, he! why, he hath a horse better than the Neapolitan's; a better bad habit of frowning than the count Palatine: he is every man in no man: if a throstle sing, he falls straight a-capering; he will fence with his own shadow. If I should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands. If he would despise me, I would forgive him; for if he love me to madness, I shall never requite him. Ner. What say you then to Faulconbridge, the young baron of England? Por. You know, I say nothing to him; for he understands not me, nor I him: he hath neither Latin, French, nor Italian; and you will come into the court and swear that I have a poor pennyworth in the English. He is a proper man's picture; but, alas! who can converse with a dumb show? How oddly he is suited! I think he bought his doublet in Italy, his round hose in France, his bonnet in Germany, and his behaviour everywhere. Ner. What think you of the Scottish lord, his neighbour? Por. That he hath a neighbourly charity in him; for he borrowed a box of the ear of the Englishman, and swore he would pay him again, when he was able: I think, the Frenchman became his surety, and sealed under for another. Ner. How like you the young German, the duke of Saxony's nephew? Por. Very vilely in the morning, when he is sober; and most vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk: when he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. the worst fall that ever fell, I hope I shall make shift to go without him. An Ner. If he should offer to choose, and choose the right casket, you should refuse to perform your father's will, if you should refuse to accept him. Por. Therefore, for fear of the worst, I pray thee, set a deep glass of Rhenish wine on the contrary casket; for, if the devil be within, and that temptation without, I know he will choose it. I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I will be married to a sponge. Ner. You need not fear, lady, the having any of these lords: they have acquainted me with their determinations; which is, indeed, to return to their home, and to trouble you with no more suit, unless you may be won by some other sort than your father's imposi tion, depending on the caskets. Por. If I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die as chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner of my father's will. I am glad this parcel of wooers are so reasonable; for there is not one among them but I dote on his very absence, and I pray God grant them a fair departure. Ner. Do you not remember, lady, in your father's time, a Venetian, a scholar and a soldier, that came hither in company of the marquis of Montferrat? Por. Yes, yes, it ry Dassanio; as I think, so was he called. |