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I pray you all, stand up.
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough:
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
The. Pair lovers, you are fortunately met:
hold a feast of great solemnity.
Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye,
So methinks :
It seems to me,
Her. Yea; and my father.
Dem. Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him;
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 hare had a dream, - past the wit of man to say what dream it was - Man is but an ass, if he 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 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
Out of doubt, he is transported.
Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; it goes
Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in all
Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very
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 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 hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing.
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 Atheniani.
1 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; gnod strings 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 preferred. 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, most dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words ; a way; go away.
SCENE I.-The same.
An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus.
Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA,PHILOSTRATE,
Lords, and Attendants.
Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers
I never may believe
Hip. But all the story of the night told over,
in the Paige
Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and
More than to us
The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we
Here, mighty Theseus.
Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe ;
(Giving a paper.) The. (Reads.) The battle with the Centaurs, to be
The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
T'earing ihe Thracian singer in their rage.
The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
of learning, late deceased in beggary. That is some satire, keen and critical, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
4 tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
And his love Thisbe : nery tragical mirth.