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

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

Or, in the night, imagining some fear, Quin. Yes, and the best person too: and he is How easy is a busa suppos'd a bear! & Tery paramour for a sweet voice.

Hip. But all the story of the night told orer, Flu. You must say, parazon: a paramour is, And all their minds transigurd so logeiber, God bless us, a thing of nouzhi.

More witnesseth tban lanca's images,

And grows to something or great constancy ;* 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, geolle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Fiu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath be lost Accompany your hearts ! sixpence a-day during his life ; he could not have! Lys.

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, wbat dances shall hanged, he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day,

we have, in Pyramus, or nothing.

To wear away this long age of three hours

Between our aiter-supper, and bed-uime ?
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! 0 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 delighi ? Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Philost. There is a bries,+ 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 highnese will see first. gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons

(Gtring a paper. to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; The. (Reads.) The battle with the Centaurs, to every man look o'er his part, for, the short and the

be sung long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let! By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. Thisby bave clean linen; and let not him, that Well none of that: that have I told my love, plays the lion, pare his nais, for they shall hang out, In glory of my kinsinan Hercules. for the lions claws. And, most dear actors, eat no The riot of the 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; awar; go, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. away.

(Ereunt. 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.
ACT V.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
SCENE 1.- The same.

And his lore Thisbe : very tragical mirik. An apartment in the Palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow.

Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief? Philostrate, Lords, and Attendants.

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.

long;
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 tovs. By ten words, my lord, it is too lorg;
Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, which makes it iedious: for in all i he play
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
More than cool reason ever comprehends. And tragical, my poble ford, it is;
The binatic, 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 fast hell can hold; Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, The passion of Icud laughter never shed. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

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

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

Which never labourd in their minds till now And, as imagination bodies forth

And now bare 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 nothing The. And we will hear it. A local habitation, and a pame.

Philost.

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. Pastime. (4) Short account.

(5) Unerercised.

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Unless you can ind 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 woo. For never any thing can be amiss,

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

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

[Exit 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 The. 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 often 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.

show 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,

Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.' Enter Philostrate.

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.

O night, which ever art, when day is not ! Consider then, we come bul in despile.

"O night, 0 night, alack, alack, alack, We do not come as minding lo content

"I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot !

you, Our true intent is. All for your delight,

* And thou,'0 wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, We are not here. That 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, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall, The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

‘Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine

(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, "o 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

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should

curse again. 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 Thishy'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;

moans, *This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain.

'For parting my fair Pyramus and me: *This man, with lime and rouzh-cast, doth present 'Mv cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones ; "Wall, ihat 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 Pur. 'Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.' dog, my dog. This. As Shalalus 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 straightway?'

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

love ?' lay.'

Lion. Oh Wall. • I'hus have 1, Wall, my part discharged so;

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

(Exeunt 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 exil. llip. This is the silliest stuff 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 ! Lim. "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 1, 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!'3 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. “0, 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 desour'd my dear: The. True; and a goose for his discretion. Which is--no, no-which was the sairest 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 flight! present;

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

(Dies.-Erit 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; Dem. 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, Thishe 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.

(4) Countenance.

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Enter Thisbe.

From 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 sho moans, videlicet.This. Asleep, my love ?

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

By the dead and drowsy fire :
• Pyramus, arise,

Every ell, 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 grace,

Will we sing, and bless this place.
Are gone, are gone:

Lovers, make moan!
His eyes were green as leeks.

SONG, AND DANCE.
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,
Tongue, not a word:-

Ever shall be fortunate.
• 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.Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that

With this field-dew consecrate, 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'llest. ers are all dead, there need none to be blameu.

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

Make no stayi 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 shallout-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

Genlles, 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. [Excunt. If we have unearned luck

Now 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.

Give me your hands, if we be friends, Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit,
All with weary task fordone. 2
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,

be sung

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 the 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 ;
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 Lys.

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, wbat dances shall hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, we have, in Pyramus, or nothing.

To wear away this long age of three hours,

Between our after-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? Athenien. 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 Centaurs, lo every man look o'er his part, for, the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. Thisby have clean linen; and let not him, that We'll none of that: that have I told my love, plays the lion, pare his naiis, for they shall hang out In glory of my kinsman Hercules. for the lions claws. And, most dear actors, eat no The riot of the 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.

(Exeunt. 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.
ACT V.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
SCENE 1.-The same.

And his love Thisbe : very tragical mirth.

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 Attendants.

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.

long;
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 i he 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 sunatic, the lover, and the poet,

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Are of imagination all compact:1.

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 toild 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 nothing The. And we will hear it. A local habitation, and a name.

Philost.

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;
Are made of mere imagination. (2) Stability.
Pastime.
() Short account.

(5) Unexercised.

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