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Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Tita. Come, my lord ; and in our flight,
[Horns sound within
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and Train.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;-
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
1 Sad here signifies only grave, serious.
3 Chiding means here the cry of hounds. Ío chide is used sometimes for to sound, or make a noise, without any reference to scolding.
4 The flews are the large chaps of a deep-mouthed hound. 5 Sanded means of a sandy color, which is one of the true denotements of a blood-hound.
Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn,
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
Ege. It is, my lord.
Horns and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER,
HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and start up. The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is
past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord.
[He and the rest kneel to THESEUS. The.
pray you all stand up.
Lys. "My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord ; you have enough I beg the law, the law, upon his head.
They would have stolen away, they would, Demetrius,
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met.
Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Her. Methinks I see these things with parted eye,
So methinks ;
| Fancy is here love or affection, and is opposed to fury.
It seems to me,
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. [Exeunt.
As they go out, BOTTOM awakes.
Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer.--My next is, Most fair Pyramus.—Hey, ho !Peter Quince! 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
Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I wasthere is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, but 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, 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 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.
SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Quince's House.
Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING.
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.
Flui If he come not, then the play is marred. It goes not forward, doth it?
Quin. It is not possible. You have not a man in all Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he.
Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in Athens.
Quin. Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice.
Flu. You must say, paragon. A paramour is, God bless us, a thing of nought.
Enter SNUG. 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
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 hanged; 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! 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, sweet Bottom.
Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, is, that the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together; good strings to your beards, new ribands 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 preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they