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A Time that Lovers Flights doth still conceal,
[Exit Hermia. • 'Ly. I will, my Hermia. Helena adieu, As you on him, Demetrius doats on you. [Exit Lyfander.
Hel. How happy fome, o'er othersome can be ! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that; Demetrius thinks not so: He will not know, what all but he doth know. And as he errs, doting on Herria's Eyes, So I, admiring of his Qualities: Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to Form and Dignity; Love looks not with the Eyes, but with the Mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind : Nor hath Love's Mind of any Judgment taste; Wings and no Eyes, Figure unheedy haft. And therefore is Love said to be a Child, Because in Choice he often is beguild. As waggish Boys themselves in Game forswear, So the Boy Love is perjur'd every where. For e'er Demetrius lookt on Hermia's Eyne, . He hail'd down Oaths that he was only mine. And when this Hail fome Heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolv'd, and Showers of Oaths did melt. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's Flight: Then to the Wood will he to Morrow Night Pursue her; and for this Intelligence If I have Thanks, it is a dear Expence. But herein mean I to enrich my Pain, To have his Sight thither, and back again. (Exit.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snowt, and Straveling.
Quin. Is all our Company here?
Bot. You were best to call them generally, Man by Man, according to the Scrip
Quin. Here is the Scrowl of every Man's Name, which is thought fit through all Athens, to play in our Enterlude before the Duke and the Dutchess, on his Wedding day at Night.
Bot. First, good Peter Quince, fay what the Play treats on; then read the Names of the A&ors; and fo grow on to a Point.
Quin. Marry, our Play is the most lamentable Comedy, and most cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisby.
Bot. A very good piece of Work I assure you, and a merry. Now good Peter Quince, call forth your Actors by the Scrow). Masters spread your selyes.
Quin. Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom the Wea, ver.
Quin. A Lover that kills himself most gallantly for Love.
Bot. That will ask some Tears in the true performing of it; if I do it, let the Audience look to their Eyes; I will condole in fome measure. To the rest yet, my chief Hu. mour is for a Tyrant; I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a Catin, to make all split to raging Rocks, and shivering Shocks shall break the Locks of Prison-Gates, and Phiba bus's Carr shall shine from far, and make and mar the Foolish Fates. This was lofty. Now name the rest of the Play, ers. This is Ercles Vein, a Tyrant's Vein; a Loyer is more condoling.
Quin. Francis Flute the Bellows-mender.
Flu. Nay faith, let 'not me play a Woman, I have a Beard coming.
Quin. That's all one, you shall play it in a Mask, and you may speak as small as you will. .
Bor. And I may hide my Face, let me play Thisby too; I'll speak in, a monstrous little Voice, Thisme, Thisne, ah Pyramus my Lover dear, thy Thisby dear, and Lady dear.
Quin. No, no, you must play Pyramus, and Flute your Thisby.
Bot. Well, proceed.
Quin. Robin Straveling, you must play Thisby's Mother. Tom Snowt, the Tinker.
Snowt. Here Peter Quince.
Quin. You Pyramus's Father; my felf, Thisby's Father ; Snug, the Joiner, you the Lion's part; and I hope there is a Play fitted.
Snug. Have you the Lion's Part written? Pray you if it be give it me, for I am flow of Study.
Onin. You may do it Extempore, for it is nothing but Roaring.
Bot. Let me play the Lion too, I will roar, that I will do any Man's Heart good to hear me. I will roar, that I will make the Duke fay, Kee him roar again, let him roar again.
Quin. If you should do it too terribly, you would fright the Dutchess and the Ladies, that they would shriek, and that were enough to hang us all,
All. That would hang us 'every Mother's Son.
Bot. I grant you Friend, if that you should fright the Ladies out of their Wits, they would have no more Difcretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my Voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking Dove ; I will roar and 'twere any Nightingal.
- Quin. You can play no Part but Pyramus, for Pyramus is . a sweet-fac'd Man, a proper Man as one shall see in a Summer's Day; a most lovely Gentleman-like-man, therefore you must needs play Pyramus. .
Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What Beard were I be to play it in?
Quin. Why, what you will.
Bot. I wil discharge it in either your Straw.colour Beard, your Orange-tawny Beard, your Purple-in-grain Beard, or your French-crown-colourd Beard, your perfect yellow. ..
Quin. Some of your French-Crowns have no Hair at all, and then you will play bare-fac’d. But Masters here are your Parts, and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by to Morrow Night; and meet me in the Palace-Wood, a Mile without the Town, by Moonlight, there we will Rehearse; for if we meet in the City, we shall be dog'd with Company, and our Devices known. In the mean time I will draw a Bill of Properties, such as our Play wants. I pray you fail not.
Bot. We will meet, and there we may rehearse more obscenely and courageously. Take pain, be perfe&, adieu.
Quin. At the Duke's Oak we meet.
A CT II. SCENE I. Enter a Fairy at one Door, and Puck or Robin-goodfellow
Puck. I TOW now Spirit, whither wander you?
T1 Fai. Over Hill, over Dale, through Bush, through Over Park, over Pale, through Flood, through Fire, (Briar, I do wander every where, swifter than the Moon's Sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, to dew her Orbs upon the The Cowslips tall her Pensioners be, . (Green. In their gold Coats Spots you sec, šis
Those be Rubies, Fairy favours,
I must go seek some Dew-Drops here,
Take heed the Queen come not within his Sight,
Fai. Either I mistake your Shape and Making qui
Puck. Thou speak'st aright;