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It seems to me,
Her. Yea, and my father.
Dem. Why, then we are awake. Let's follow him; And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt.
As they go out, Bottom awakes.
Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer.-My next is, Most fair Pyramus.—Hey, ho!Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! 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
Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, but man is but a patched 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 called 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.
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 marred. It goes not forward, doth it?
Quin. It is not possible. You have not a man in all Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he.
Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft 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.
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
Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a-day during his life. He could not have 'scaped sixpence a-day; an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he would have deserved it. Sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing.
Enter BOTTOM. Bot. Where are these lads? Where are these hearts?
Quin. Bottom !-0 most courageous day! O 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 apparel together; good strings to your beards, new ribands 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 preferred. 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, eat no onions, nor garlic, 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.
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
1 i. e. composed.
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Hip. But all the story of the night told over,
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,
Philost. Here, mighty Theseus.
ripe; Make choice of which your highness will see first.
[Giving a paper. The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be
sung By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. We'll none of that; that have I told my love,
1 An abridgment appears to mean some pastime to shorten the tedious evening.
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
Of learning, late deceased in beggary. That is some satire, keen, and critical, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth.
The. What are they that do play it ?
The. And we will hear it.
No, my noble lord,
1 i. e. unexercised, unpractised.