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Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?

Now thou and I are new in amity; Pea. Ready.

And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-- Where's Dance in dake Theseus' house triumphantly, monsieur Cobweb

And bless it to all fair posterity : Cob. Ready.

There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. weapons in your band, and kill me a red-hipped Puck. Pairy king, attend and mark ; humble-bee on the top of a thistle ; and, good mon I do hear the morning lark. sieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, too much in the action, monsieur; and, good mon Trip we after the night's shade : sieur, have a care the boney-bag break not; I would We the globe can compass soon, be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, Swifter than the wand'ring moon. signior.- Where's monsieur Mustard-seed !

Tita. Come, my lord : and in our flight, Must. Ready.

Tell us how it came this night, Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. That I sleeping bere was found, Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.

With these nortals, on the ground. (Ereunt. Must. What's your will?

(Horns sound within Bot. Nothing, good inopsiear, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, mon

Enter Thesens, Hippolyta, Egeus, and Train. sieur; for methinks, I am marvellous bairy about the The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;face : and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but For now our observation is perform'd: tickle me, I must scratch.

And since we have the vaward of the day, Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet My love shall hear the music of my hounds.love?

U couple in the western valley; go : Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music : let Despatch, I say, and find the forester. us have the tongs and the bones.

We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thon desir'st to eat. And mark the musical confusion

Bot. Traly, a peck of provender ; I could munch of hounds and echo in conjunction. your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet bay, hath no fel. When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear low

With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek Such gallant chiding : for, besides the groves, The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. The skies, the fountains, every region near

Bot. I had rather have a handfal, or two, of dried Seem'd all one matual cry : I never heard peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir so musical a discord, sach sweet thander. me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,

Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.

With ears that sweep away the morning dew; So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Crook-knee'd, and dew-l app'd like Thessalian bulls; Gently entwist,--the female ivy so

Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.

Each under each. A cry more tunable 0, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!

Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, [They sleep. In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly :

Judge, when you bear.- But, soft; what nymphs are Oberon advances. Enter Puck.

these? Obe. Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep: sight?

And this Lysander: this Demetrius is; Her dotage now I do begin to pity.

This Helena, old Nedar's Helena : For meeting her of late, behind the wood,

I wonder of their being here together. Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,

The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe I did upbraid her, and fall out with her :

The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, For she his hairy temples then had rounded

Came here in grace of our solemnityWith coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ;, But, speak, Egens; is not this the day And that same dew which sometime on the bads That Hermia should give answer of her choice? Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Ege. It is, my lord. Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes,

The, Go, bid the huntsman wake them with their Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.

horns. When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,

Horns, and Shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, I then did ask of her her changeling child ;

Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up. Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent The. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is To bear him to my bower in fairy land.

past; And now I have the boy, I will undo

Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? This hateful imperfection of her eyes.

Lys. Pardon, my lord. And, gentle Pack, take this transformed scalp

(He and the rest kneel to Theseus. Prom off the head of this Athenian swain ;

I pray you all, stand up. That he, awaking when the other do,

I know, you are two rival enemies :
May all to Athens back again repair ;

How comes this gentle concord in the world,
And think no more of this night's accidents, That hatred is so far from jealousy,
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.

To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity!
But first I will release the fairy queen.

Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Be, as thou wast wont to be ;

Hall'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear,
[Touching her Eyes with an Herb. I cannot truly say how I came here :
See, as thou wast wont to see :

But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,-
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

And now I do betbink me, so it is :)
Hath sach force and blessed power.

I came with Hermia hither; our intent
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be

Tita. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! Without the peril of the Atheajan law.
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

Ege. Enough, enough, my lord ; you have enough ; Obe. There lies your love.

I beg the law, the law, upon his head. Tita.

How came these things to pass? They would have stol'a away, they would, Demetrias, 0, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! Thereby to have defeated you and me :

'Obe. Silence, a while.--Robin, take off this head. - You, of your wife ; and me, of my consent; Titania, music call; and strike more dead

of my consent that she should be your wife. common sleep, of all these the sense.

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Tita. Music, bo ! music ; such as charmeth sleep of this their purpose hither, to this wood; Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own And I in fury hither follow'd them; fool's eyes peep.

Fair Helena in fancy following me. Obe. Sound, musie. Still Music.) Come, my But, my good lord, I wot pot by wbat power, queen, take hands with me,

(But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now

The.

As the remembrance of an idle gawd,

Enter Bottom." Which in my childhood I did dote upon:

Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts ? And all the faith, the virtue of my beart,

Quin. Bottom !- most courageous day! O most The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,

happy hour! Is only Helena. To her, my lord,

Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders : but ask Was í betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:

me not wbat: for, if I tell you, I am no true AtheBut, like in sickness, did I loathe this food :

nian, I will tell you every thing, right as it fell But, as in health, come to my natural taste,

out. Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,

Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. And will for evermore be true to it.

Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:

is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel toof this discourse we more will hear anon.

gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons to Egeus, I will overbear your will; Por in the temple, by and by with us,

your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every

man look o'er his part, for, the short and the long is, These couples shall eternally be knit.

oar play is preferred.' In any case, let Thisby have And, for the morning now is something worn,

clean linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.

pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's Away, with us, to Athens; 'Three and three,

claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onious, nor We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.-

garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do Come, Hippolyta. (E.reunt The. Hip. Ege. and Train. No more words; away; go, away. not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy.

(Exeunt. Dem. These things seem small, and undistinguish

able,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye,

ACT V.
When every thing seems double.
Hel.

So methinks : SCENE I. The same. An Apartment in the And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,

Palace of Theseus.
Mine own, and not mine own.
Dem.

It seems to me

Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, and

Attendants.
That yet we sleep, we dream.- Do not you think,
The duke was here, and bid us follow him!

Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers Her. Yea; and my father.

speak of. Hel.

And Hippolyta.

The. More strange than true. I never may beLys. And he did bid us follow to the temple.

lieve Dem. Why then, we are awoke: let's follow him; These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. Lovers, and madnen, have such seething brains,

(Exeunt. Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

More than cool reason ever comprehends.
As they go out, Bottom awakes.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will an-

Are of imagination all compact : swer :--my next' is, Most fair Pyramus.-Hey, bo ! One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; -Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender; Snout, That is, the madman : the lover all as frantic, the tinker! Starveling ! God's my life! stolen bence, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, I have had a dream,--past the wit of inan to say Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to what dream it was : Man is but an ass, if he go ahout

heaven; to expound this dream. Methought I was- there is And, as imagination bodies forth no man can tell what. Methought I was, and me- The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen thought I had, But man is but a patched fool, if he Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of A local habitation, and a name. man hath not heard,

the ear of man bath not seen; Such tricks hath strong imagination ; man's hand is not able to taste, bis tongue to con- That, if it would but apprehend some joy, ceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

It comprehends some bringer of that joy; I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this or, in the night, imagining some fear, dream : 'it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because How easy is a bush supposà a bear! it hath no bottom: and I will sing it in the latter Hip. But all the story of the night told over, end of a play, before the duke : Peradventure, to And all their minds transfigur'd so together, make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her More witnesseth than fancy's images, death,

[Exit.

And grows to something of great constancy;

But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Quince's House. Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and

Helena. Enter Quince, Flate, Suout, and Starveling.

The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, come home yet?

Accompany your hearts ! Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is

Lys.

More than to us transported.

Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed. Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; It

The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall goes not forward, doth it? Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man in To wear away this long age of three hours,

we have, all Athens, able to discharge Pyram us, but he. Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any Where is our usual manager of mirth?

Between our after supper, and bed time? handicraft man in Athens.

What revels are in hand I is there no play, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a To ease the anguish of a torturing hour! very paramour for a sweet voice.

Call Philostrate. plu. You must say, paragon : a paramour is, God Philost. Here, mighty Theseas. bless us, a thing of nought.

The. Say, what abridgment have you for this Enter Snug.

evening?

Wbat mask? what music? How sball we beguile Snug: Masters, the duke is coming from the tem- The lazy time, if not with some delight? ple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are inarried : if our sport had gone forward, we bad all

ripe ; been made men

Make choice of wbich your highness will see first. Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost six

[Giving a Paper. pence a-day during his life; he could not have 'scaped The. [Reads) The battle with the Centaurs, to sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, in Pyra- We'll none of that: that have I told my love, inns, or nothing.

In glory of my kinsman Hercules.

be sung!

The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,

Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.

and Lion, as in dumb Show. That is an oid device ; and it was play'd When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.

Prol. Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this The thrice three Muses mourning for the death

show; of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.

• But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. That some satire, keen, and critical,

. This man is Pyramus, if you would know; Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

• This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,

• This inan, with lime aud rough-cast, doth present And his love Thisbe : very tragical mirth.

Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunMerry and tragical! Tedious and brief!

der:

(content That is, bot ice, and wondrous strange snow.

And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are How sball we find the concord of this discor

To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder, Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words

• This man, with lantern, dog, and busl of thorn, long

• Presenteth moonshine : for, it you will know, Which is as brief as I have known a play:

By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn But by ten words, my lord, it is too long;

To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. Which makes it tedious: for in all the play

This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, There is not one word apt, one player fitted.

The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, And tragical, my noble lord, it is ;

Did scare away, or rather did affright: For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.

* And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; Which, when I saw rebears'd, I must confess,

• Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: Made mine eyes water; but more inerry tears

Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, The passion of loud laughter never shed.

And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : The. What are they, that do play it ?

• Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens He bravely broach'd bis boiling bloody breast; here,

• And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, Which never labour'd in their minds till now; . His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, With this same play, against your nuptial.

* At large discourse, wbile here they do reinain.' The. And we will hear it.

Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. Philost.

No, my noble lord, The. I wonder, if the lion be speak. It is not for you: I have beard it over,

Dem. No wonder, my lord : one lion may, when And it is nothing, nothing in the world;

many asses do. Unless you can find sport in their intents,

Wall. In this same interlude, it doth befall, Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain • That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: To do you service.

. And such a wall, as i would have you think, The. I will hear that play:

" That had in it a cranny's bole, or chink, For never any thing can be ainiss,

. Through which the lovers, Pyrainus and Thisby, When simpleness and duty tender is.

• Did whisper often very secretly. Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies. * This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth

[Brit Philostrate.

show Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'il, . That I am that same wall; the truth is so : And daty in his service perishing.

"And this the cranny is, right and sinister, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such 'Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.'

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. better! The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard nothing:

discourse, my lord. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: The. Pyramus draws near the wall; silence ! And what poor duty cannot do,

Enter Pyratous. Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. Where I have come, great clerks have purpos'd Pyr. O grim-look'd night I 0 night with hue so To greet me with premeditated welcomes ;

black ! Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,

O night, which ever art, wben day is not! Make periods in the midst of sentences,

.O nigbat, ó night, alack, alack, alack, Throttle their practis'd accents in their fears,

I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,

• And thou, o wall, o sweet, o lovely wall, Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet,

. That stand'st between her father's ground and Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;

mine; And in tbe modesty of fearful duty

'Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall, I read as much, as from the rattling tongue

Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

eyne.

( Wall holds up his Fingers. Love, therefore, and tongne-lied simplicity,

Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for In least, speak most, to my capacity.

this!

• Bat what see I! No Thisby do I see. Enter Philostrate.

O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; Pkilost. So please your grace, the prologue is ad • Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me! drest.

The. The wall, metbinks, being sensible, should The. Let him approach. (Flourish of Trumpets, curse again. Enter Prologue.

Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving

me, is Thisby's cue : she is to enter now, and I am Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will. to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will

That you should think, we come not to offend, fall pat as I told you :---Yonder she comes.
But with good will. To show our simple skill,

Enter Thisbe.
That is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then, we come but in despite.

This. wall, full often hast thou heard my We do not come as minding to content you,

moans, Our true intent is. All for your delight,

For parting my fair Pyramus and me; We are not here. That you should here repent you, My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; The actors are at hand; and, by their shoto,

• Thy stones with lime and bair knit up in thee.' You shall know all, that you are like to know. Pyr. I see a voice ; bow will I to the chink,

The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. . 1'o spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt, Thisby

knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord : It this. love ! thou art my love, I think, is not enough to speak, but to speak true.

Pyr.' Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like

grace i a child on a recorder ; # sound, but not in govern. And like Limander am I trusty still.' inent.

This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing Pyr. Not Sbafalus to Procras was so true.' impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

This. 'As Sbafalus to Procrus, I to you.'

thing.

wall ?

theirs.

Pyr. 0, kiss me through the hole of this vile

What dreadful dole is here !

• Eyes, do you see? This. ' I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.'

How can it be? Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me "O dainty duck 1 O dear! straightway !

• Thy mantle good, This. Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.'

"What, staind with blood ! Wall. Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; * Approach, ye furies fell ! * And, being done, thus wall away doth go.

o fates ! come, come; [Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe.

• Cut thread and thrum; The. Now is the mural down between the two Quail, crash, conclude, and quell!' neighbours.

The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so would go near to make a man look sad. wilful to hear without warning.

lip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. Pyr.' wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame?

The. The best in this kind are but shadows : and Since lion vile hath here deflour'd ny dear : the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. . Which is--no, no-which was the fairest dame, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not • That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd

with cheer. The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of

Come, tears, confound; themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here

Out, sword, and wound come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion.

• The pap of Pyrainus :

"Av, that left pap, Enter Lion and Moonshine.

" Where heart doth hop :

. Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear * The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,

Now am I dead,

• Now am I fed ; • May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,

My soul is in the sky: • When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. - Then know, that 1, one Snug the joiner, am

Tongue, lose thy light!

• Moon, take thy flight! • A lion fell, nor else no lion's dain: * For if I should as lion come in strife

Now, die, die, die, die, die.' • Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.'

( Dies.--Exit Moonshine.

Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for be is but The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

one. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er

Lys. Less than an ace, man ; for he is dead; he is I saw.

nothing Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet The. True: and a goose for his discretion.

recover, and prove an ass. Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry bis discretion ; and the fox carries the goose.

Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe

comes back and finds her lover! The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry bis valpar; for the goose carries not the fox. It is comes ; and her passion ends the play.

The. She will find him by starlight.-Here she weil : leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the inoon.

Enter Tbisbe. Moon. * This lantern doth the horned moon pre

Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for sent : Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. such a Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible

Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyrawithin the circumference.

mus, which Thisbe, is the better, Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon pre

Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet. Myself the man i'th' moon do seem to be.'

This. Asleep, my love ? The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : the

• What, dead, my dove ? man should be put into the lantern : How is it else

O Pyramus, arise, the man i'the moon! Dem. He dares not come there for the candle : for,

* Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

Dead, dead! A tomb you see, it is already in snuff.

• Must cover thy sweet eyes. Hip I am aweary of this moon: Would, he would

These lily brows, change!

This cherry nose, The. It appears, by his small light of discretion,

• These yellow cowslip cheeks, that he is in the wane : but yet, in courtesy, in all

. Are gone, are gode : reason, we must stay the time.

• Lovers, mak

moan ! Lys. Proceed, moon,

• His eyes were green as leeks. Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that

. O sisters three, the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon;

Come, come to me, this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my . With hands as pale as milk ; dog

• Lay them in gore, Dem, Why, all these should be in the lantern;

• Since you have shore for they are in the moon. But, silence, here comes

( With shears his thread of silk. Thisbe.

Tongae, not a word :-
Enter Thisbe.

Come, trusty sword;

Come, blade, my breast imbrae ; This. This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my

· And farewell, friends ;love?

• Thus, Thisby ends : Lion. Oh (The Lion roars.-Thisbe runs off". Adieu, adieu, adieu.

(Dies. Dem. Well roared, lion.

The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. The. Well run, Thisbe.

Dem. Ay, and wall too. Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon shines

Bot. No, I assure you ; the wall is down that with a good grace.

parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the The. Well moused, lion. (The Lion tears Thisbe's Mantle, and exit. epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between

two of our company ? Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

The. No epilogue, I pray you ; for your play needs Lys. And then the moon vanishes.

no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are Enter Pyramus.

all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if

he that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and hanged Pyr. 'Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny himself in Thisbe's garter, it woul have been a beams;

fine tragedy: and so it is truly; and very notably I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright: discharged. But come, your Bergomask. let your . For, by thy gracious, golden glitering streams, epilogue alone. (Here a Dance of clouens. I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve : But stay :-Ospite !

Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time.
But mark-Poor knight,

I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,

sent;

As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd
The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.-
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels, and new jollity. (Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter Puck.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behow is the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman soores,

All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch-ow!, scritching loud, Puts the wrech, that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the church way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkoess like a dream,
Now are frolic ; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd boose:
I am sent, with broom betore,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter Oberon and Titania, with their Train.
Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,

By the dead and drowsy tire :
Every elf, and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier ;
And this ditty, after me,
Sing and dance it trippingly.

Tita. First rehearse this song by rote ;
To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place.

SONG AND DANCE.
Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Through this bouse each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be
And the issue, there create,
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall pot in their issue stund;
Never mole, bare lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children he.-
With this field-der consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several cbamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace :
E’er shall it in safety rest,
And the owner of it blest.

Trip away;

Make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.

[Éreunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. Pack. If we shalors have offended,

Think but this, (and all is mended)
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions did appear.
And this reak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
Il you pardon, we will mend,
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If tre have unearned luck
Noro to scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, eve long :
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends. [Erit.

Love's Labour's Lost.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Ferdinand, King of Navarre.

Moth, Page to Armado.
Biron,

A Forester.
Longaville, Lords, attending on the King.
Damain,

Princess of France.
Boyet, Lords, attending on the Princess of Rosaline,
Mercade,
France.

Maria,

Ladies, attending on the Princess.
Don Adriano de Armado, a fantastical Spaniard. Katharine,
Sir Nathaniel, a Curate.

Jaquenetta, a country Wench.
Holofernes, a Schoolmaster.
Doll, a Constable,

Officers, and others, Attendants on the King and Costard, a Clown.

Princess.
SCENE, Navarre.

ACI I.

That violates the smallest branch herein: SCENE I. Navarre. A Park, with a Palace in it. Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too.

If you are arin'd to do, as sworn to do, Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Damaio. Long. I am resolv' : 'tis but a three years' fast;

The mind shall banquet, though the body pipe : King.

LET fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Fat puuvches have lean pates, and dainty bits Live register'd upon oor brazen tombs,

Make rieb the ribs, but bank 'rout quite the wits. And then grace us in the disgrace of death;

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified ; When, spite of cormorant devouring time,

The grosser mander of these world's delights The endeavour of this present breath may boy He throws opon the gross world's baser slaves : That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die ; And make us heirs of all eternity.

With all these living in philosophy. Therefore, brave conquerors! --for so you are,

Biron. I can hut say their protestation over, That war against your own affections,

So much, dear liege, I have already sword, And the huge army of the world's desires,

That is, to live and stndy here three years. Our late edict shall strongly stand in force :

But there are other strict observances : Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;

As, not to see a woman in that term; Our court shall be a little academe,

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there : Still and contemplative in living art.

And, one day in a week to touch no ; You three, Biron, Domain, and Longaville,

And but one meal on every day beside ; Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, The which, I hope, is not enrolled there : My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, And then, to sleep but three hours in the night, That are recorded in this sebed ole here.

And not be seen to wink of all the day; Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names : (When I was wont to think no harm all night, That bis own hand may strike his honoor down, And make a dark night too of ball the day ;)

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