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SCENE I-An Apartment in the Palace of
Which makes it tedious: for in all the play
The. More strange than true, I never may believe
Which never labor'd in their minds till now;
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
It is not for you: I have heard it over,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,
To do you service,
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE,
Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers
Such tricks hath strong imagination;
Hip. But all the story of the night told over,
Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth,-
To wear away this long age of three hours,
Here, mighty Theseus.
The. Say what abridgements have you for this evening?
What mask what music? How shall we beguile
Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are
to be sung,
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.
The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.
The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
No, my noble lord,
I will hear that play;
Go, bring them in;-and take your places, ladies
The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such
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:
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. "This mar Pyramus, if you would know; "This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. "This man with lime and rough-cast, doth present "Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder:
"And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are
"To whisper; at the which let no man wonder. "This man with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, "Presenteth moon-shine: for, if you will know, "By moon-hine did these lovers think no scorn
"To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. "This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, "The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Did scare away, or rather did affright: And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; "Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: "Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,
"And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: "Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, "He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; "And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,
"His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, "Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, "At large discourse, while here they do remain." [Ex. Prol., PYR., 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 be fall,
"That I am that same wall; the truth is so:
Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord.
The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence!
Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb me
This." Tide life, tide death, I come without a
Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are
Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. The. The best in this kind are but shadows: ar the worst are no worse, if imagination amend ther Hip. It must be your imagination then, and n theirs.
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The. If we imagine no worse of them, than the of themselves, they may pass for excellent met Here come two noble beasts in, a moon, and a lior Enter Lion and Moonshine.
Lion. "You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts d
May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here 271,
For if I should as lion come in strife
The. A very gentle beast and of a good conscience, de
Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valor.
The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valor; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: x leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the a moon.
Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon
Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. thin The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference.
Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moor.
'Myself the man i'the moon do seem to be."
Pyr. "O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
"O night, which ever art, when day is not! "O night, O night, alack, alack, alack,
"I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
"Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
"But what see I No Thisby do I see.
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.
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." Pyr. "I see a voice: now will I to the chink, "To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. "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."
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.
Lus. 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.
This. "This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my
The. Well moused, lion.
[The Lion roars.— THIS BE runs off Dem. Well roared, lion. The. Well run, Thisbe.
Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon
shines with a good grace.
The Lion tears THISBE's mantle and exit
Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny
"But stay;-0 spite!
1 In anger; & quibble.
"I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright "For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams, "I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
"My soul is in the sky:
"Tongue, lose thy light! "Moon, take thy flight! "Now die, die, die, die, die."
[Dies.- Exit Moonshine. Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. Lye. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he nothing.
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet Tover, and prove an ass.
Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Hip. How chance moonshine is
"Are gone, are gone:
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :-
In nightly revels, and new jollity.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
All with weary task fordone.
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves all gaping wide,
In the church-way paths to glide:
By the triple of Hecate's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote:
SONG, AND DANCE.
Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Shall upon their children be.-
"Come, come, to me,
"With hands as pale as milk;
"And farewell, friends;-
Phe. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead.
Bt. 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 Reeds no excuse. Never excuse; for when the payers are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and banzed 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: et your epilogue alone.
a Coarse yarn.
[Here a dance of Clowns.
And the owner of it blest.
Meet me all by break of day.
Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train.
Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended,)
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends. [Exi • Overcome.
And not to be seen to wink of all the day,
King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep;
Biron. I can but say their protestation over,
King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these
And stay here in your court for three years' space.
King. Why, that to know, which else we should
Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense?
King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense.
When mistresses from common sense are hid
King. These be the stops that hinder study quite,
Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most
To seek the light of truth; while truth the while
Light, seeking light, both light of light beguile:
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;
Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed,
That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks:
Small have continual plodders ever won,
King. How well he's read, to reason against reading!
Dun. Proceeded well, to stop all good proceeding! Lang. He weeds the corn, and still let's grow the weeding. Biron. The spring is near, when green geese are a breeding. Dum. How follows that? Biron. Dum. In reason nothing. Biron. Something then in rhyme. Long. Birón is like an envious sneaping frost, That bates the first-born infants of the spring. Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast,
Fit in his place and time.
Before the birds have any cause to sing?
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows; But like of each thing, that in season grows.
you, to study now it is too late,
Chab o'er the house t' unlock the little gate.
And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,
And bide the penance of each three years' day.
Biron. [Reads] Item, That no woman shall
Four days ago.
Long. Marry, that did I.
Bron. A dangerous law against gentility. [Rate Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he sha!! enture such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise.
This article, my liege, yourself must break;
For, well you know, here comes in embassy The French king's daughter, with yourself to speak,
A maid of grace, and complete majesty,About surrender-up of Aquitain
To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father; Therefore this article is made in vain,
Or vainly comes the admired princess hither.
Bion. So study evermore is overshot;
Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn
King. Ay, that there is: our court, you know, is
For every man with his affects is born;
Not by might mister'd, but by special grace:
So to the laws at large I write my name: [Subscribes.
Suzzestionsa are to others, as to me;
With a refined traveller of Spain;
A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
Long. To fright them hence with that dread pe- house, sitting with her upon the form, and taken
Cost. As it shall follow in my correction; and
For interim to our studies, shall relate,
Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight,
And, so to study, three years is but short.
Enter DULL, with a letter, and COSTARD, Dull. Which is the duke's own person? Biron. This, fellow; What would'st?
Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for am his grace's tharborough: but I would see his own person in flesh and blood. Biron. This is he.
Dill. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.There's villany abroad; this letter will tell you
Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touch ing me.
King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words.
Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant us patience!
Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing?
Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh moderately; or to forbear both.
Birim. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to climb in the merriness.
Cost. The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta. The manner of it is, I was taken with the manner.
Biron. In what manner?
Cost. In manner and form following, sir; all these three: I was seen with her in the nanor
King. Will you hear this letter with attention!
Cost. Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh.
King. [Reds. Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent, and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's God, and body's fostering putron,—
Cost. Not a word of Costard yet.
King. So it is,
Cost. It may be so: but if he say it is so, in telling true, but so, so.
Cost-be to me, and every man that dares not fight!
King. No words.
Cost. of other men's secrets, I beseech you. King. So it is, besieged with sable-colored mel ancholy, I did commend the black-oppressing hu mor to the most wholesome physic of thy healthgiving air; and, as I am a gentleman, befook myself to walk. The time when? About the sixth hour; when beasts most graze, birds best peck, an ! men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. So much for the time when. Now for the ground which; which, I mean, I walked upon; it is yeleped thy park. Then for the place where; where, I mean, I did encounter that obscene, an ́t most preposterous event, that draweth from my snow-white pen the ebon-colored ink, which here thou viewest, beholdest, surveyest, or seest: but to • Cailed. si. e. Third-borough, a peace officer. In the fact.