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When simpleness and duty tender it.

• To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies. • This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,

[erit Philostrate. "The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, • Did scare away, or rather did affright: And duty in his service perishing. [thing. And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall ;

The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such • Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, The. "he kinder we, to give them thanks for * And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : nothing.

• Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: • He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; And wbat poor duty cannot do,

. And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.

. His dagger drew, and died. For all the resa, Where I bave come, great clerks have purposed Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; • At large discourse, while here they do remain. Where I bave seen them shiver and look pale, (exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshire Make periods in the midst of sentences,

The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion 1997, And, in conclusion, dumbly bave broke off, when many asses do. Not paying me a welcome.

Trust me, sweet,

Wall. In this same interlude, it doth hefall, 1 Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; • That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And in the modesty of fearful duty

And such a wall, as I would have you think, I read as much, as from the rattling tongue • That had in it a cranny'd bole, or chink, Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisły, Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, • Did whisper often very secretly. (show In least, speak most, to my capacity.

• This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, dotb Enter Philostrate.

That I am that same wall; the truth is so: Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is And this the cranny is, right and sinister, addrest.

· Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.' The. Let him approach. (flourish of trumpels. The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Enter Prologue.

better? Pro. "If we offend, it is with our good will, Dem. It is the wittiest partition, that ever I

That you should think, we come not to offend, heard discourse, my lord. But with good will. To show our simple skill, The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence ! That is the true beginning of our end.

Enter Pyramus. Consider then, we come but in despite.

Pyr. O grim-look'd night! 0 night with We do not come as minding to content you,

hue so black ! Our true intent is. All for your delight,

"O night, which ever art, when day is not We are not here. That you should here re- • O night, О night, alack, alack, alack, pent you,

I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!-The actors are at hand; and, by their show, . And thuu, O wall, O sweet, O lovely will, You shall know all, that you are like to know • That stånd'st between her father's ground and The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

mine; Lys. He bath rid his prologue, like a rough · Thou wall, O wall, O stveet and lovely wall, colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my * Show me thy chink, to blink through witia lord : it is not enough to speak, but to speak true.

[Wall holds up his fingers. Hip. Indeed he hath play'd on this prologue, * Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well like a child on a recorder ; a sound, but not in for this! government.

* Bụt what see I ? No Thisby do I sce. The. His speech was like a tangled chain; • wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is • Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!' next?

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, curse again. and Lion, as in dumb show.

Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not.

Deceiv. Prol. · Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this ing me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, show;

[plain. and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall But wonder on, till truth make all things see, it will fall pat as I told you. - Yonder she • This man is Pyramus, if you would know; • This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. [sent

Enter Thisbe. • This inan, with lime and rough-cast, doth pre- This. “wall, full often hast thou heard my • Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers

moans, sunder:

(coutent For parting my fair Pyramus and me: . And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stonce;

• To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder. • Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. "This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Pyr. 'I see a voice; now will I to the ohluk,

Presentath moonshine: for, if you will know, To spy an I can hear my Thisby's faste ' By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn * Thisby!'

mine eyne.


my love !


This.. My love! thou art my love, I think.' Dem. He dares not come there for the candle : Pyr. “Think wbat thou wilt, I am thy lover's for, you see, it is already in snuff. grace ;

Hip. I am weary of this moon: 'would, he ‘And like Limander am I trusty still.'

would change! This." And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.' The. It appears, by his small light of discre. Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.' tion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, This. · As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.' in all reason, we must stay the time. Pyr. 'O, kiss me through the hole of this vile Lys. Proceed, moon. wall.'

(all.' ”, Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, This. 'I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at that the lantern is the moon ; I, the man in the Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and straightway?'

this dog, my dog. This. · Tide life, tide death, I come without Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; delay.'

[s0; for they are in the moon. But, silence; here Wall. Thus have I, wall, my part discharged comes Thisbe. • And, being done, thus wall away doth go.'

Enter Thisbe. [exeunt Wall, Pyranus, and Thisbe. This. . This is old Ninny's tomb : where is The. Now is the mural down between the two peighbours.

Lion. Oh- !' (the lion roars; Thisbe runs off. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so Dem. Well roared, lion. wilful to hear without warning.

The. Well run, Thisbe. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. Hip. Well shone, moon. Truly, the moure

The. The best in this kind are but shadows: | shines with a good grace. and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend The. Well moused, lion. them.

[lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and erut Hip. It must be your imagination then, and Dem. And so comes Pyramus. not theirs.

Lys. And then the moon vanishes. The. If we imagine no worse of them, than

Enter Pyranius. they of themselves, they may pass for excellent Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunHere come two noble beasts in, a moon

ny beams; And a lion.

• I thank thee, moon, for shiving now so bright; Enter Lion and Moonshine.

For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streaming, Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts • I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. do fear

• But stay;-- - spite! • The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on

But mark ;—poor knight, floor,

• What dreadful dole is here? . May now, perchance, both quake and tremble

Eyes, do you see? here,

• How can it be? • When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar, O dainty duck! O dear : * Then know, that I, one Suug the joiner, am

• Thy mantle good, • A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam :

What, stain'd with blood ? • For if I should as lion come in strife

• Approach, ye furies fell! • Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.' (science.

"O fates! come, come; The. A very gentle beast, and of a good con

• Cut thread and thrum; Den. The very best at a beast, my lord, that • Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!' e'er I saw

The. This passion and the death of a dear friend, Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. would go near to make a man look sad. The. True; and a goose for his discretion. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

Dem. Not so, my lord : for his valour cannot Pyr. 'O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions carry his discretion ; and the fox carries the goose.

frame ? The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry Since lion vile bath here deflour'd my dear his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is " Which is no, no, which was the fairest dame, well: leave it to bis discretion, and let us listen • That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik', that Icok'd to the moon.

with cheer. Moon. « This lantern doth the horned moon

• Come, tears, confound; present ?'

• Out, sword, and wound Dem. He hould have worn the horns on his • The pap of Pyramus: head.

• Ay, that left pap, The. He is no crescent, and his horns are in

"Where heart doth hop : visible within the circunference.

• Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon

• Now am I dead, present,

• Now am I fled ; • Myself the man i'th'ınoon do seem to be.'

• My soul is in the sky: 'I'he. This is the greatest error of all the rest :

Tongue, lose thy light! the man should be put into the lantern : how is

• Moon, take thy flight! it else the man i'the moou ?

Now, die, die, die, die, die. (dies; cx, Moonshine,

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Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is a fortnight hold we this solemnity, but one.

In nightly revels, and new jollity. [escunt Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead;

SCENE II. he is nothing

Enter Puck. The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, recover and prove an ass.

And the wolf behowls the moon; Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?

All with weary task fordone. The. She will find him by starlightHere yte Now the wasted brands do glow, comes; and her passion ends the play

Wbilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud Enter Thisbe.

Puts the wretch tbat lies in woe, Hip, Methinks, she should not use a song

In remembrance of a shroud. one, for such a Pyramus. I hope, she will be Now it is the time of night,

. brief.

That the graves, all gaping wide, Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which

Every one lets forth his sprite, Pyramus, which Tbisbe, is the better.

In the church-way paths to glide Lys. She hath spied bim already with those And we fairies, that do run sweet eyes.

By the triple Hecat's team, SAT Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet

From the presence of the sun, This. ' Asleep, my love?

Following darkness like a dream, • What, dead, my dove ?

Now are frolic; not a mouse • 0, Pyranus, arise,

.! 1955,50 Shall disturb this ballow'd house :-( • Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

I am sent, with broom before, • Dead, dead ? A tomb

To sweep the dust behind the door. • Must cover thy sweet eyes.

Enter Oberon and Tilania, with their Train. · These lily brows,

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, · This cherry nose,

By the dead and drowsy fire: · These yellow cowslip cheeks,

Every elf, and fairy sprite, Are gone, arc gone:

DEYN Hop as light as bird from brier; • Lovers, make moan! 11:10

And this ditty, after me, • His eyes were green as leeks, hindi i

Sing, and dance it trippingly. if? "O sister's three,

Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: • Come, come to me,

To each word a warbling note, weil · With hands as pale as milk;

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Lay them in gore,

Will we sing, and bless this place.
• Siuce you have shore
" With shears his thread of silk.

Song and Dance.

TURI VE Tongue, not a word:

Obe. Now, until the break of day,

*** Come, trusty sword;

Through this house auch fairy stray.

To the best bride-bed will wc, • Come, blade, my breast imbrue;

Which by us shall blessed be; • And farewell, friends ;

And the issue, thère create,

Ever shall be fortunate. · Thus Thisby ends :

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So shall all the couples three Adieu, adieu, adieu.'

Ever truc in loving be:


And the blots of nature's hand The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the

Shall not in their issue stand; dead.

Never mole, hare-lip, nor'scar,

Nor mark prodigious, such as arc Dem. Ay, and wall too.

Despised in nativity, Bot. No, I assure you : the wall is down that .793 Shall upon their children be. I cilat parted their fathers. Will it please you to see

With this field dew.consecrate,

Every fairy take his gait; the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, be

And cach several chamber bless, tween two of our company ?

Through this palace, with sweet peact; 11.7

E'er shall it in safety rest, The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play

And the owner of it blest. needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the

Trip away;

Make no stay io Ji yrash in players are all dead, there need none to be blamed.

Meet me all by break of day. Marry, if he that writ it had play'd Pyramus,

(rerunt Oberon, Titania, and!) and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would

Puck, Jf we shadows have offended,

Think but this, (and all is mended) Have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly;

That you have but slumber'd here, and very notably discharged. But cume, your

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme, Bergomask : let your epilogue alone.

No more yielding but a dream, (here a dance' of clowns.

Gentles, do not reprehend;

If you pardon, we will meid.. The iron tongue of midnight bath toll'd twelve:

And, as I'm an honest Puck, Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time.

If we have unearned luck I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,

Now tn 'scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends, erc long : As much as we this night have overwatch'd

Else the Puck a liar call, This palpable-gross play bath well beguild

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friendly Tho heavy gait of night. --Sweet friends, to bed.

And Robin shall restore amends.


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Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Othello. Othello, the Moor.

Emilia, wife to lago. Cassio, his lieutenant,

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He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, 9:30* Enter Roderigo and And I, (God bless the mark!) bis Moor-ship's -:- Rod. Tuss, never tell me, I take it much un.


ZH (hangman. kindly,

Rod. By beaven, I rather would have been his That thou, Iago,who hast had my purse, (this. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of As if the strings were thine,-should'st know of Preferment goes by letter, and affectiou, (service;

Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not bear me:- Not by the old gradation, where each second If ever I did dream of such a matter,

Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge Abhor me. iuris 3799

(thy hate. Whether I in any just term am affin'd (yourself, Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in To love the Moor, 9 Iago. Despise me, if I do not.

Three great

Rod. I would not follow him then. I til onc's of the city, and 1530

Iago. O, sir, content you ; In personal suit to make me bis lieutenant, I follow him to serve my turn upon him (4:17

Oft capp'd to him ;-and, by the faith of man, We cannot all be masters, por ali masters | I know my price, I am worth no wol'se a place: Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark

But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, Many a duteous and linee-crooking knave, Evades them, with a bombast circumstance, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Horribly stuff’d with epithets of war;

Wears out his time, much like his inaster's ass, And, in conclusion, nonsuits

For nought but provender: and, when he's old, My mediators; for, certes, says he,

cashier'd ; I have already chose my officer.

Whip mc such honest knaves : others there are, And what was he?

Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, Forsooth, a great arithmetician,

Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,

And, throwing but shows of services on their A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;


31 [lin'd their coats, That never set a squadron in the field,

Do well thrive by them, and, when they have Nor the division of a battle knows

Do themselves bomage: these fellows have some More than a spinster: unless the bookish thcoric, And such a one do I profess myself. (soul; Wherein the toged consuls can propose

For; sir, As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the elec- Were I the Moor; I would not be Iago: 11. tion ::

In following him I follow but myself; And I,-of whom his eyes had seen the proof, Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, At Rhodes, at Cyprus ; aud on other grounds, But seeming so, for my peculiar end : Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and For when my outward action doth demonstrate calm'd

The native act and figure of my heart is Toldo By debitor and creditor, this counter-castor : In compliment exlern,''tis not long aftes

[beseech you,

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve,

Iugo. You are a senator. for daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Bra. This thou shalt answer : I know thee, Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips Roderigo. If he can carry't thus !

[owe, Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I Iago. Call up her father ;

If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, (As partly, I find, it is), that your fair daughter, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, At this odd-even and dull watch o'the night, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Transported—with no worse nor better guard, Plague bim with flies: though that his joy be joy, But with a knave of common hire, a goudolier, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,

To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,As it may lose some colour.

If this be known to you, and your allowance, Rod. Here is her father's house ; I'll call aloud. We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;

Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire But, if you know not this, my manners tell me, As when, by night and vegligence, the fire (yell, We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe, Is spied in populous cities.

That, from the sense of all civility, Rod. What ho! Brabantio ! signior Brabantio, I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: bo!

(thieves ! thieves! Your daughter,-if you have not given her Iago. Awake! what, bo! Brabantio! thieves ! leave,Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! | I say again, hath made gross revolt; *Thieves ! thieves !

Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
Brabantio, above, at a window.

In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum- Of here and every where: straight satisfy
What is the matter there?

(monis? yourself Rod. Signior, is all your family within ? If she be in her chamber, or your house, Iago. Are your doors lock'd ?

Let loose on me the justice of the state Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this?

For thus deluding you. Iago. Zounds, sir, you are robb’d; for shame, Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! put on your gown;

Give me a taper ;-call up all my people :Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; | This accident is not unlike my dream, Even now, very now, an old black ram

Belief of it oppresses me already; Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise ; Light, I say ! light!

(exit from above. Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,

Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you . Or else the devil will make a grandsire of yon : It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, Arise, I say.

To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,) Bra. What, have you lost your wits?

Against the Moor : for, I do know, the state, Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my | However this may gall him with some check,Bra. Not I; what are you?

(voice? Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd Rod. My name is— Roderigo.

With such loud reason to the Cyprus' war's Bra. The worse welcome:

(Which even now stand in act), that, for their I have charged thee not to haunt about my

doors: Another of his fathom they have not, (souls, In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, To lead their business : in which regard, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Though I do hate him as I do hell-paius, Being full of supper, and distempering draughts, | Yet, for necessity of present life, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come

I must show out a flag and sign of love, To start my quiet.

Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir, —

find him, Bra. But thou must needs be sure,

Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search; My spirit, and my place, have in them power And there will I be with him. So, farewell. (erit. To make this bitter to thee.

Enter, below, Brabantio, and Servants, with Rod. Patience, good sir.

torches. Bra. What tellist thou me of robbing ? this is Bra. It is too true an evil : gone she is : My house is not a grange.

(Venice ; And what's to come of my despised time, Rod. Most grave Brabantio,

Is nought but bitterness.- Now, Roderigo, In simple and pure soul I come to you.

Where didst thou see her 2-0, unhappy girl! Iago. Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that with the Moor, say'st thou !Who would be a will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because


(ceiv'st une we come to do you service, you think we are How didst thou know 'twas she?-0, thou de ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with | Past thought!—What said shc to you?-Get a Barbary horse ; you'll bave your nephews neigh inore tapers!

(you? to you : you'll have coursers for cousius, and Raise all my kindred. -- Are they married, think gennets for germans.

Rod. Truly, I think, they are. Bra. What profane wretch art thou ?

Bra. O henven !-How got sbe out?-O treaJago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, son of the blood!

[minds your daughter and the Moor are now making the Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters beast with two backs.

By what you see them act.- Are there not charios, Bra. 'ïhou art a villain.

By which the property of youth aud maid kood


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