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ramus.

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, genmother.— Tom Snout, the tinker.

tleman-like man; therefore you must needs play Py. Snout. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. You, Pyramus's father ; myself, Thisby's Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I father ; Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part :-and, I best to play it in? hope, here is a play fitted.

Quin. Why, what you will. Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? pray you, Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but beard, or your French-crown-coloured beard, your perroaring

fect yellow. Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I Quin. Some of your French crowns have no bair at will do any man's neart good to hear me; I will roar, all, and then you will play bare-faced.—But, masters, that I will make the duke say, “ Let him roar again, here are your parts : and I am to entreat you, request let him roar again."

you, and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night: Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would town, by moonlight; there we will rehearse : for if we shriek; and that were enough to hang us all.

meet in the city we shall be dogg'd with company, and AU. That would hang us, every mother's son. our devices known. In the mean time I will draw a

Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright bill of properties a such as our play wants. I pray you the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more fail me not. discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking more obscenely and courageously. Take pains ; be perdove; I will roar you an 't were any nightingale. fect; adieu.

Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for Quin. At the duke's oak we meet. Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man as one Bot. Enough. Hold, or cut bow-strings. (Exeunt.

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ACT II.

SCENE I.-A Wood near Athens.

Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making quite Enter a Fairy on one side, and Puck on the other.

Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,

Call'd Robin Goodfellow; are you not be, Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? That frights the maidens of the villagery; Fai. Over hill, over dale,

Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern ;' Thorough bush, thorough brier,

And bootless make the breathless housewife chum; Over park, over pale,

And sometime make the drink to bear no barm ;a
Thorough flood, thorough fire,

Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? I do wander everywhere,

Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Swifter than the moon's sphere;

You do their work, and they shall have good luck : And I serve the fairy queen,

Are not you he? To dew her orbs & upon the green :

Puck. Thou speak'st aright; The cowslips tall her pensioners b be;

I am that merry wanderer of the night. In their gold coats spots you see ;

I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, Those be rubies, fairy favours,

When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, In those freckles live their savours :

Neighing in likeness of a filly foal : must go seek some dew-drops here,

And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

In very likeness of a roasted crab; Farewell, thou lobe of spirits, I 'll be gone;

And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. Puck. 'The king doth keep his revels here to-night; The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Take heed the queen come not within his sight. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

Then slip 1 from her bum, down topples she, Because that she, as her attendant, hath

Ang “Tailor" cries, and falls into a cough; A lovely boy stol'n from an Indian king;

And then the whole quire hold their hips and loffe, She never had so sweet a changeling :d

And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear And jealous Oberon would have the child

A merrier hour was never wasted there.Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild :

But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon. But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy,

Fai. And here my mistress :—Would that ne were Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her

gone! joy: And now they never meet in grove, or green,

SCENE II.Enter OBERON, on one side, with his By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,

Train, and TITANIA, on the other, with hers. But they do square;o that all their elves, for lear, Creep into acorn-cups, and hide them there.

Obe. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. a Orbs. The fairy rings, as they are popularly called. I have forswom his bed and company.

Tita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence; was the Fairy's office to dew these orbs, which had been parched under the fairy-feet in the moonlight revels.

Pensimers. These courtiers, whom Mrs. Quickly put above & Properties. The person who has charge of the wooden Çarls (Merry Wives of Windsor,' Act II, Scene 2), were Queen swords, and pasteboard shields, and other trumpery required Enzabeth's favourite attendants. They were the handsomest for the business of the stage, is still called the property-man. men of the first families.

A proverbial expression derived from the days of archery Lob-looby, lubber, lubbard.

-"When a party was made at butts, assurance of meeting wa • Changeling-a child procured in exchange.

given in the words of that phrase." • Square-to quarrel.

Quern-a handmill.

d Barm-vens.

Obe. Tarry, rash wanton. Am not I thy lord ? I do but beg a little changeling boy,
Tia. Then I must be thy lady: But I know To be my henchman.a
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,

Tita.

Set your heart at rest, And in the shape of Corin sat all day,

The fairy land buys not the child of me. Plaring on pipes of corn, and versing love

His mother was a vot'ress of my order : To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,

And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, Come from the farthest steep of India ?

Full often hath she gossip'd by my side; But that, fursooth, the bouncing Amazon,

And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Your buskind mistress, and your warrior love,

Marking th' embarked traders on the flood; To Theseus must be wedded; and you come

When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, To give their bed joy and prosperity.

And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,

Following (her womb then rich with my young squire); Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?

Would imitate; and sail upon the land, Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering nignt To fetch me trifles, and return again, From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?

As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; With Ariadne, and Antiopa ?

And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy : Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy:

And, for her sake, I will not part with him. And never, since the middle summer's spring, a

Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. By pared fountain, or by rushy brook,

If you will patiently dance in our round, Or on the beached margent of the sea,

And see our moonlight revels, go with us; To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,

If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Therefore, the winds, piping to us in vain,

Tita. Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away: As in revenge, have suck d up from the sea

We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. Contagious fogs; which, falling in the land,

[Exeunt Titania and her Train. Hare every pelting river made so proud,

Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this That they bave overborne their continents :d

grove, The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, Till I torment thee for this injury. The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st Hath rottel, ere his youth attaind a beard:

Since once I sat upon a promontory, The fold stands empty in the drowned field,

And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud;

That the rude sea grew civil at her song; Arad the quaint mazes in the wanton green,

And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable;

To hear the sea-maid's music. The bunnan mortals' want; their winter here,

Puck.

I remember. No night is now with hymn or carol bless'd :

Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou coul.lst not,) Therefore, the moon, the governess of floods,

Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

Cupid all arm'd; a certain aim he took That rheumatic diseases do abound :

At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And thorough this distemperature, we see

And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his how, The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts

As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And on old Hyers' chin, and icy crown,

Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon; An adorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

And the imperial votaress passed on, I as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. The childing autumn, angry winter, change

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world,

It fell upon a little western flower, — BŞ their increase, now knows not which is which : Before, milk-white; now, purple with love's wound, And this same progeny of evils comes

And maidens call it love-in-idleness. From our debate, from our dissension;

Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once; We are their parents and original.

The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, Obe. Do yon amend it then: it lies in you: Will make or man or woman madly dote Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

Upon the next live creature that it sees.
* Middle sunner's spring. The spring is the beginning-as Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again,

Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
Ette turing of the day, a common expression in our early writers.
The sidšle sezer is the midsummer.

Puck. I 'll put a girdle round about the earth • Pared forestaia-a fountain, or clear stream, rushing over In forty minutes.

[Exit Puck pebbles: certainly not an artificially paved fountain.

Obe.

Having once this juice, • Petingnoperty, coutemptible, 4 Continent- banks. A continent is that which contains. I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, • Us on the green tart of their commons the shepherds and And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : ploaghmen of England were wont to cut a rude series of lines, The next thing then she waking looks upon, players, who moved them alternately, as at chess or draughts, (Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, Èll the game was finished by one of the players having all his On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) Fiecas taken or impounded. This was the nine men's morris.

She shall pursue it with the soul of love. Henan mrtals. Chapman, in his 'Homer,' has an in version

And ere I take this charm off from her sighty of the phrase mortal humans."

• The human mortals want. Their winter is here-is come- (As I can take it, with another herb,)
although the season is the latter summer, or autumn; and in | I 'll make her render up her page to me.
Esequease the hymns and carols which gladdened the nights But who comes here? I am invisible;
a seasonable winter are wanting to this premature one.

And I will overhear their conference.
Chalding, producing.
Increase produce.

a Henchman—a page; originally a horseman.

I.

Enter DEMETRIUS, Helena following him.

There sleeps Titania, some time of the nigbt,

Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. And there the snake throws her enamellid skin, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia?

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
The one I 'll stay, the other stayeth me.

And with the juice of this I 'll streak her eyes,
Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood, And make her full of hateful fantasies.
And here am I, and woode within this wood,

Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: Because I cannot meet my Hermia.

A sweet Athenian lady is in love
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But do it when the next thing he espies
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart

May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man
Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw, By the Athenian garments he bath on.
And I shall have no power to follow you.

Effect it with some care; that he may prove
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? More fond on her, than she upon her love:
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth

And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you ?

Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. Hel. And even for that do I love you the more.

(Exeunt. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you :

SCENE III.- Another part of the Wood. Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

Enter TITANIA, with her Train. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

Tita. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song; What worser place can I beg in your love,

Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; (And yet a place of high respect with me,)

Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Than to be used as you use your dog?

Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back spirit;

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders For I am sick when I do look on thee.

At our quaint spirits : Sing me now asleep; Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you. Then to your offices, and let me rest.

Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much,
To leave the city, and commit yourself

SONG.
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night,

1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, And the ill counsel of a desert place,

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; With the rich worth of your virginity.

Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong ; Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.

Come not near our fairy queen:
It is not night, when I do see your face,

CHORUS.
Therefore I think I am not in the night :
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;

Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby;
For you, in my respect, are all the world :
Then how can it be said I am alone,

Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby; When all the world is here to look on me?

Never barm, nor spell nor charm, Dem. I 'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,

Come our lovely lady nigh;
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

So, good night, with lullaby.
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you.
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd :

2 Far. Weaving spiders, come not here; Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind

Beetles black, approach not near; Makes speed to catch the tiger : Bootless speed !

Worm, nor snail, do no offence. When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.

Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go : 01, if thou follow me, do not believe

Philomel, with melody, &c. But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

2 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, and field, One, aloof, stand sentinel. You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius !

(E.ceunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex : We cannot fight for love, as men may do:

Enter OBERON. We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.

Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, I 'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,

[Squeezes the flower on Titania's eyelids. To die upon the hand I love so well.

Do it for thy true-love take; [Exeunt Dem. and Hel. Love and languish for his sake : Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, grove,

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
Thou shalt fiy him, and he shall seek thy love. In thy eye that shall appear

When thou wak'st, it is thy dear
Re-enter Puck.
Wake, when some vile thing is near.

Erit Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA.
Puck. Ay, there it is.
Obe.

I pray thee, give it me. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

wood; Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;

And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

We 'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine

And tarry for the comfort of the day, a Wood-wild, mad.

u Rear-nice-bats.

II.

CHORUS.

Her. Be it so, Lysar.der, find you out a bed, Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius
For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Made me compare with Herrnia's sphery eyne ?
Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my But who is here?-Lysander! on the ground!
dear,

Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound'
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.

Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet sake. Love takes the meaning, in love's conference.

[Waking. I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;

Transparent Helena! Nature shows her art, So that but one heart we can make of it:

That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Two bosons interchained with an oath;

Where is Demetrius ? O, how fit a word So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.

Is that vile name to perish on my sword! Then, by your side, no bed-room me deny;

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander ; say not so: For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :

though? Now much besbrew my manners and my pride, Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.

Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy

The tedious minutes I with her have spent. Lie further off; in human modesty

Not Hermia, but Helena now I love: Sach separation, as, may well be said,

Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid :

The will of man is by his reason sway'd:
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end!

Things growing are not ripe until their season;
Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer say I; So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ;
And then end life, when I end loyalty !

And touching now the point of human skill,
Here is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest!

Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd! And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook

[They sleep. Love's stories, written in love's richest book.

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery burn? Enter Puck.

When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn?

Is 't not enough, is 't not enough, young man,
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

That I did never, no, nor never can,
But Athenian find I none,
On whose eyes I might approve

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
This flower's force in stirring love.

But you must flout my insufficiency?
Night and silence! who is here?

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,

In such disdainful manner me to woo.
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :
This is he my master said

But fare you well: perforce I must confess,
Despised the Athenian maid;

I thought you lord of more true gentleness.

O, that a lady of one man refus'd
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
Should of another therefore be abus'd!

[Erit.
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie

Lys. She sees not Hermia :—Hermia, sleep thou

there;
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

And never mayst thou come Lysander near !
All the power this charm doth owe:

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
When thou wak'st, let love forbid

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;

Or, as the heresies that men do leave
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake, when I am gone;

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
For I must now to Oberon.

(Exit.

So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,

Of all be hated; but the most of me! Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running.

And all my powers address your love and might

To 'nonour Helen, and to be her knight. E.cil. Ke. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. Her. [starting.] Help me, Lysander, help me! do Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me

thy best
thus.

To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Hel. 0, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Ah me, for pity !-what a dream was here !
Den. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. [Ex. Deu. Lysander, look how I do quake with fear!
Hel. (, I am out of breath in this fond chase ! Methought a serpent ate my heart away,
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies ;

Lysander! what, remov'd ? Lysander! lord ! For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

What, out of hearing? gone? 'no sound, no word! How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears : Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.

Speak, of all loves; I swoon almost with fear. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

No ?-then I well perceive you are not nigh: Fæ beasts that meet me run away for fear:

Either death, or you, I 'll find immediately. [Eszit

ACT III.

you, Bottom?

SCENE I.-The Wood. The Queen of Fairies Snug. You can never bring in a wall.—What say lying asleep.

Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and lei Enter Quince, SNUG, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and him have some plaster, or some lome, or some rough-cast STARVELING.

about him, to signify wall; or let him hold his fingers Bot. Are we all met?

thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Quin. Pat, pat; and here 's a marvellous convenient Thisby whisper. place for our rehearsal : This green plot shall be our Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; and we down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. will do it in action, as we will do it before the duke. Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken your Bot. Peter Quince,

speech, enter into that brake ; and so every one accordQuin. What say'st thou, Rully Bottom ?

ing to his cue. Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby' that will never please. First, Pyramus

Enter Puck behind. must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies Puck. What hempen bomespuns have we swaggering cannot abide. How answer you that ?

here, Snout. By'rlakin, a parlousb fear.

So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?
Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, when What, a play toward? I 'll be an auditor;
all is done.

An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all well. Quin. Speak, Pyramus :—Thisby, stand forth.
Write me a prologue : and let the prologue seem to say,
we will do no harm with our swords; and that Pyramus

Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet ;
is not killed indeed : and, for the more better assurance, Quin. Odours, odours.
tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom Pyr. - odours savours sweet :
the weaver : This will put them out of fear.

So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it

But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while, shall be written in eight and six.

And by and by I will to thee appear.

[Erit. Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! and eight.

(Aside.Exit. Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? This. Must I speak now? Star. I fear it, I promise you.

Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must underBot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: stand he goes but to see a noise" that he heard, and is to to bring in, God shield us! a lion among ladies, is a come again. most dreadful thing : for there is not a more fearful This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily white of hue, wild-fowl than your lion, living ; and we ought to look Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,

Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew, Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell he is

As true as truest horse that yet would never tire,

I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. not a lion. Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his

Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: Why, you must not face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he speak that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus : you himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same

speak all your part at once, cues and all.–Pyramus, defect,—Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or I enter ; your cue is past ; it is, “ never tire." would request you, or I would entreat you, not to fear, Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. not to tremble: my life for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life: No, I am no

This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.

Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine;such thing ; I am a man as other men are: and there, indeed, let him name his name; and tell them plainly Pray, masters! fly, masters! help!

Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. he is Snug the joiner.

(Exeunt Clowns. Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard

Puck. I 'll follow you, I 'll lead you about a round, things; that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber :

Through bog, through bush, through brake, through

brier; for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon

Sometime a horse I 'll be, sometime a bound, light. Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play our And neigh, and bark, and grunt

, and roar, and burn,

A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; play!

Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. [Erit. find out moonshine, find out moonshine.

Bot. Why do they run away ? this is a knavery of Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

them to make me afeard. Bot. Why, then may you leave a casement of the

Re-enter SNOUT. great chamber-window, where we play, open ; and the moon may shine in at the casement.

Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what ao I see

on thee? Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lantern, and say, he comes to disfigure, or

Bot. What do you see? you see an ass-head of your

own : Do you? to present, the person of moonshine. Then there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great cham

Re-enter QUINCE. ber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art through the chink of a wall.

[Exit a By'rlakin--by onr ladykin, our little lady.

translated.

& Quince's description of Bottom going " to see a noise" iz b Parlous-perilous.

akin to Sir Tohy Belch's nution of " to hear by the nose." Eight and sit-alternate verses of eight and six syllables. (''[ welfth Night, Act II. Scene 3.)

to it.

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