|A Midsummer Night's Dream|
| Midsummer Night's Dream
| Act 3, Scene 1
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Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELINGBOTTOM
Are we all met?QUINCE
Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient placeBOTTOM
for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our
stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we
will do it in action as we will do it before the duke.
What sayest thou, bully Bottom?BOTTOM
There are things in this comedy of Pyramus andSNOUT
Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must
draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies
cannot abide. How answer you that?
By'r lakin, a parlous fear.STARVELING
I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.BOTTOM
Not a whit: I have a device to make all well.QUINCE
Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to
say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that
Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more
better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not
Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them
out of fear.
Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall beBOTTOM
written in eight and six.
No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.SNOUT
Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?STARVELING
I fear it, I promise you.BOTTOM
Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: toSNOUT
bring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, is a
most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful
wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to
look to 't.
Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.BOTTOM
Nay, you must name his name, and half his face mustQUINCE
be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself
must speak through, saying thus, or to the same
defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I would wish
You,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I would
entreat you,--not to fear, 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 such thing; I am a
man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name
his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
Well it shall be so. But there is two hard things;SNOUT
that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for,
you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight.
Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?BOTTOM
A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; findQUINCE
out moonshine, find out moonshine.
Yes, it doth shine that night.BOTTOM
Why, then may you leave a casement of the greatQUINCE
chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon
may shine in at the casement.
Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thornsSNOUT
and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to
present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is
another thing: we must have a wall in the great
chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says the story, did
talk through the chink of a wall.
You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?BOTTOM
Some man or other must present Wall: and let himQUINCE
have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast
about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his
fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus
and Thisby whisper.
If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down,PUCK
every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.
Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your
speech, enter into that brake: and so every one
according to his cue.
Enter PUCK behind
What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,QUINCE
So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor;
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.BOTTOM
Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,--QUINCE
--odours savours sweet:PUCK
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile,
And by and by I will to thee appear.
A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here.FLUTE
Must I speak now?QUINCE
Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goesFLUTE
but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.
Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,QUINCE
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse that yet would never tire,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
'Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not speak thatFLUTE
yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your
part at once, cues and all Pyramus enter: your cue
is past; it is, 'never tire.'
O,--As true as truest horse, that yet wouldBOTTOM
Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head
If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.QUINCE
O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray,PUCK
masters! fly, masters! Help!
Exeunt QUINCE, SNUG, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING
I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,BOTTOM
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them toSNOUT
make me afeard.
O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?BOTTOM
What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, doQUINCE
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou artBOTTOM
I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;TITANIA
to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
from this place, do what they can: I will walk up
and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear
I am not afraid.
SingsThe ousel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill,--
[Awaking] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?BOTTOM
The finch, the sparrow and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay;--
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry
'cuckoo' never so?
I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:BOTTOM
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
Methinks, mistress, you should have little reasonTITANIA
for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and
love keep little company together now-a-days; the
more the pity that some honest neighbours will not
make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.BOTTOM
Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get outTITANIA
of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
Out of this wood do not desire to go:PEASEBLOSSOM
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!
Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED
Where shall we go?TITANIA
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;PEASEBLOSSOM
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from Painted butterflies
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech yourCOBWEB
I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good MasterPEASEBLOSSOM
Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with
you. Your name, honest gentleman?
I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, yourMUSTARDSEED
mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good
Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more
acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?
Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well:TITANIA
that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath
devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise
you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I
desire your more acquaintance, good Master
Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love's tongue bring him silently.
| Midsummer Night's Dream
| Act 3, Scene 1
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