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Are of imagination all compact*:
Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena.
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.-Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts ! Lys.
More than to us
* Are made of mere imagination.
Here, mighty Theseus.
ripe; Make choice of which your highness will see first.
(Giving a paper. The. reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to
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,
And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.
• Pastime. VOL. II.
The. What are they, that do play it?
The. And we will hear it.
No, my noble lord,
I will hear that play; For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in;--and take your places, ladies.
[Exit Philostrate. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his service perishing. The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such
thing. . Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for no.
Of sawcy and audacious eloquence.
That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good-will. To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then, we come but in despite.
We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight, We are not here. That you should here repent
you, The actors are at hand; and, by their show, You shall know all, thut yo
The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord : It is not enough to speak, but to speak true.
Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a child on a recordert; a sound, but not in government.
The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
The. Thisnow all, thut ind, by their sho
Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and
* Lion, as in dumb show.
Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this
it A musical instrument.
• But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. • This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. * This map, 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
content • 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-shine 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,
* Aud finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : • Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; • Aud, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, · His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
Let lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain, • At large discourse, while here they do remain.'
(Exeunt Prol. 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 befall, • That I, one Şnout by name, present a wall:
And such a wall, as I would have you think, • That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, • Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, • Did whisper often very secretly. * This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth