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Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard
Thef. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep,
Thes. No doubt, they rose up early to observe
Ege. It is, my lord.
proceeds than from Fountains: but as we have the Authority of the An-
Ultima Vox folitam fuit hæc Spectantis in undam,
Tum verò exoritur Clamor, ripæque lacusque
Responsant circà, & cælum tonat omne tumultx. Auson. in Mosellâ. verf. 167.
Cui procul Alcides iterat responsa; sed illi
Nomen ab extremis fontibus aura refert. VOL. I.
Horns, and Shout within ; Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia,
and Helena, wake and start up. Thes. Good morrow, friends ; Saint Valentine is past: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
Lyf. Pardon, my lord.
Thes. I pray you all, stand up:
LyfMy lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Ege. Enough, enough; my lord, you have enough;
your wife; and me, of my confent ; Of my consent, that she should be your wife.
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 by some power it is, my love to Hermia Is melted as the snow ; seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gaude, Which in my childhood I did doat upon: And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena. To her, my lord, Was I betrothed ere I Hermia saw; But like a sickness did I loath this food;
But, as in health come to my natural taste,
Thef. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable, ike far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye; When every thing seems double.
Hel. So, methinks;
Mine (27) And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Mine own, and not mine orun.] Hermia had faid, Things ap: pear'd double to her. Helena says, So, methinks; and then fubjoins, Demetrius was like a Jewel, her own and not her own, According to common Sense and Construction, Demetrius is here compard to something that has the Property of appearing the same, and yet not being the same: and this was a Thought natural enough, upon her declaring her Approbation of what Hermia had said, that every thing seems double. But now, how has a Jewel, or any precious Thing, the Property, rather than a more worthless one, of appearing to be the same and yet not the - fame? This, I believe, won't be easily found out. I make no doubt therefore, but the true Reading is ;
And I have found Demetrius, like a Gemell,
Mine own, and not mine own. from Gemellus, a Twin. For Demetrius acted that Night two fuch different Parts, that she could hardly think him one and the fame Dematrius : but that there were two Twin-Demetrius's' to the acting this Farce, like the two Socia's. This makes good and pertinent Sense of the Whole; and the Corruption from Gemell to Jewel was so ealy from the fimilar Trace of the Letters, and the Difficulty of the Transcri bers understanding the true Word, that, I think, it is not to be question’d.
Mr. Warburton. If some.over-nice Spirits should object to Gemell wanting its Authorities as an English Word, I think fit to observe, in Aid of my Friend's fine Conjecture, that it is no new Thing with Shakespeare to coin and
Mine own, and not mine own.
Dem. It seems to me,
Her. Yea, and my father.
Dem. Why then, we are awake; let's follow him ;
As they go out, Bottom wakes. 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! Snowt the tinker! Starveling! god's my life ! stoll'n hence, and left me asleep ? I have had a most rare vision. I 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 dream. Methought I was, there is no 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 fing it in the latter end of a play before the
enfranchize Words fairly deriv'd; and some such as have by the Gram-
I see two Husbands, or my Eyes deceive me.
One Face, one Voice, one Habit, and two Per fons ;
Duke ; (28) peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall ling it after Death.
[Exit. SCENE changes to the Town.
Enter Quince, Flute, Snowt, and Starveling. Quin. H Ave you fent to Bottom's house? is he come
Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported.
Flute. 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 man, in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he.
Flute. No, he hath limply the best wit of any handy-craft man in Athens.
Quin. Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice.
Flute. You must say, paragon ; (29) a paramour is (God bless us !) a thing of naught.
Enter Snug. Snug. Masters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more
(28) Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I fall fing it at her Death.] At her Death ? At whose? In all Bottom's Speech there is not the leait mention of any She-Creature, to whom this Relative can be coupled. I make not the least Scruple, but Bottom, for the sake of a Jeft, and to render his Voluntary, as we may call it, the more gracious and extraordinary, said ;- Í mall sing it after Death. He, as Pyramus, is kill'd upon the Scene ; and so might promise to rise again at the Conclusion of the Interlude, and give the Duke his Dream by way of Song. The Source of the Corruption of the Text is very obvious. The f in after being funk by the vulgar Pronunciation, the Copyist might write it from the Sound, a'ter : which the wise Edi. tors not understanding, concluded, two Words were erroneously got together ; so splitting them, and clapping in an b, produced the present Reading
 A Paramour is (god bless us) a thing of nought.). This is a Reading, I am sure, of Nought. My Change of a single Letter gives a very important Change to the Humour of the Passage. --- A Thing of naught, means, a naughty Thing, little better than downright Bawdry. So, in Hamlet, Ophelia, when He talks a little grossly to her, replies ; You're naught, you're naught, my Lord ; &c.