Dem. My Lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; And I in fury hither follow'd them; Fair Helena in fancy following me. But, my good Lord, I wot not by what power, But, like in sickness, did I loath this food: The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: For in the temple, by and by with us, And, for the morning now is something worn, Come, Hippolyta. [Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS and train. Dem. These things seem small, and undistin guishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Her. Methinks, Į see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. Hel. So methinks: And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, The Duke was here, and bid us follow him? Hel. And Hippolyta. Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. As they go out, BOTTOM awakes. [Exeunt. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer: - my next is, Most fair Pyramus. Hey, ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellowsmender! Snout the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was : Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this Methought I was there is no dream. man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, But man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be call'd Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the Duke: Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [Exit. SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Quince's House. Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING. Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported. Flu. If he come not, then the play is marr'd; It goes not forward, doth it? Quin. It is not possible: you have not a mán in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. Flu. No he hath simply the best wit of any handycraft man in Athens. Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very paramour, for a sweet voice. Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God bless us! a thing of nought. Enter SNUG. Snug. Masters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married: if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men. Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hah he lost six-pence a day during his life; he could not have 'scaped six-pence a-day: an the Duke had not given him six-pence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd; he would have deserv'd it: six-pence a day, in Pyramus, or nothing. Enter BOTTOM. Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts? Quin. Bottom! O most courageous day! 0 most happy hour! Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athenian, I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, is, that the Duke, hath dined: Get your ap parel together; good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our play is preferr'd. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out, for the lion's claws. And, most dear actors, cat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; go, away. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. The same. An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, and Attendants. Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of. The. More 'strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. One sees more devils than, vast hell can hold; Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the, poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination; It comprehends some bringer of that joy; How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear? Hip. But all the story of the night told over,. And all their minds transfigur'd so together, More witnesseth than fancy's images, And grows to something of great constancy'; Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA. The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts ! |