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all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any It comprehends some bringer of that joy; handicraft man in Athens.
Or, in the night, imagining some lear, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear ! a very paramour for a sweet voice,
Hip. But all the story of the night told orer, Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, and all their minds transfigur'd so together, God bless us, a thing of nought.
More witnesseth than fancy's images,
And grows to something of great constancy ;?
But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. more married: if our sport had gone forward, we The. Ilere come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.had all been made men.
Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost Accompany your hearis ! sixpence a-day during his life; he could not have Lys.
More than to us 'scaped sixpence a-day; an the duke had not given Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed. him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, we have, in Pyramus, or nothing.
To wear away this long age of three hours,
Between our after-supper, and bed-lime ?
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ? Quin. Bottom!-0 most courageous day! O Call Philostrate. most happy hour!
Here, mighty Theseus. Bot. Másters, I am to discourse wonders: but The. Say, what abridgment; have you for this ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true evening? Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it What mask? what music? How shall we beguile fell out,
The lazy time, if not with some delight ? Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, ripe; is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel to- Make choice of which your highness will see first. gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons
(Giving a priper. to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to every man look o'er his part, for, the short and the Jong is, our play is preferred. In any case, let By an Athenian eunuch lo the harp. Thisby have clean linen ; and let not him, tha: We'll none of that: that have I told my love, plays the lion, pare his naiis, for they shall hang out in glory of my kinsman Hercules. for the lions claws. And, most dear actors, eat no The riot of the tipsy Bacchana's, onions, nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a That is an old device; and it was play'd sweet comedy. No more words ; away; go, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror, away.
The thrice Three Muses mourning for the death
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
And his love Thisbe : very tragical mirth. SCENE 1.-The same. An apartmen! in the Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? Palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, That is, hot ice, and wonderous etrange snow. Philostrate, Lords, and Altendants.
How shall we tind the concord of this discord ? Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words speak of.
There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Which, when I saw.rehears'd, I must consess, One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, The passion of loud laughter never shed. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The. What are they, that do play it? The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to here, heaven;
Which never'labour'd in their minds till now; And, as imagination bodies forth
And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen With this same play, arainst your nuptial. Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing The. And we will hear it. · A local habitation, and a name.
No, my noble lord, Such tricks hath strong imagination;
It is not for you: I have heard it over,
And it is nothing, nothing in the world ; Pastime. (4) Short account.
Unless you can find sport in their intents, “This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, * Presenteth moonshine: for, it you will know, To do you service,
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn The. I will hear that play;
"To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there lo woo. For never any thing can be amiss,
* This grisly beast, which by name lion hight," When simpleness and duty tender it.
'The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Go, bring ihem in ;-and take your places, ladie3.lDid scare away, or rather did atlright;
[Erit Philostrate." And, as she flid, her mantle she did tall; Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: And duty in his service perishing.
' Anon cornes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such ‘And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : thing.
Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. "He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for ' And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, no hinz.
‘His darger drei, and died. For all the rest, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain, And what poor duty cannot do,
At large discourse, while here they do remain.' Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
[Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. Wnere I have come, great clerks have purpos'd The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Dem. No wonder, my lord : one lion may, when Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, many asses do. Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Wall. 'In this same interlude, it doth befall, Thro:tle their practis'd accent in their fears, * That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, And such a wall, as I would have you think, Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet, * That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, And in the modesty of fearful duty
Did whisper often very secretly. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue *This loam, this roughi-cast, and this stone, doth Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
show Lore, therefore, and tongue-lied simplicity, “That I am that same wall; the truth is so : In least, speak most, to my capacity.
* And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
* Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.' Enter Philostrate.
The. Would you desire Time and hair to speak Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is better? addrest."
Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard The. Let himn approach. (Flourish of frumpets. discourse, my lord. Enter Prologue.
The. Pyrwus draws near the wall; silence !
Pyr. O prim-look'd night! O night with hue so But with good will. To show our simple skill,
black ! That is the true beginning of our enila
O night, which ever art, when day is not! Consider then, we come but in despite.
"O nicht, О night, alack, alack, alack, We do not come as ininding to content youl,
"I fear my 'Thisby's promise is forgot !-Our true inten! is. All for your delight,
And thou, '( wall, o sweet, O lovely wall, We are not here. Thai you shoull here repent you,
“That stand'st between her father's ground and The aclors are at hand; and, by their show,
mine; Yeu shall know all, that you are like to know.
“Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall, The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
‘Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine
Wall holds up his fingers. Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt; • Thanks, courteous wall : Jove shield thee well for he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It
this! is not enouzh to speak, but to speak true.
“But what sec I? No Thisby do I sec. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue,"o wicked wall, through whom I sce no bliss; like a child on a recorder ;: a sound, but not in “Curst be thystores for thus deceiving me!' governm nt. The. His specch was like a tangled chain ;
The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should
curse again. thing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I ain Lion, as in dumb show. o spy her through the wall. You shall
fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes. Prol. Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show;
Enter Thisbe. But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my “This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
moans, This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain.
For parting my fair Pyramus and me: *This min, with lime and rouzh-cast, doth present “ Mv cherry lips hive osien kiss'd thy stones ; Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers 'Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.' sunder:
Pyr: 'I see a voice; now will I to the chink, And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. content
* Thisby!! “To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder. This. 'My love! thou art my love, I think.' (1) Ready. (2) A musical instrument.
Pyr. “Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's Lys. Proceed, moon. grace;
Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, And like Limander am I trusty still.'
that the lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.' moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush ; and this Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.' dog, my dog. This. “As Shatalus to Procrus, I to you.! Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern ; Pyr. O, kiss me through the hole of this vile for they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes wall.'
Thisbe. This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.'
Enter Thisbe. Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway ?
This. This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my This. Tide life, tide death, I come without de
love ?' lay.'
Lion. • OhWall. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;
[The Lion roars.—Thisbe runs off. • And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.' Dem. Well roared, lion.
(Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. The. Well run, Thisbe. The. Now is the mural down between the two Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon neighbours.
shines with a gocd grace. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so The. Well moused, lion. wilful to hear without warning:
(The lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and erit. Hip. This is the silliest stunt that ever I heard. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.
The. The best in this kind are but shadows : and Lys. And then the moon vanishes. the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not
Enter Pyramus. theirs.
Pyr. 'Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they
beams; of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright: Here come two noble beasis in, a moon and a lion. • For, by thy gracious, golden glittering streams, Enter Lion and Moonshine.
• I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
But stay ;-0 spite ! Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do
* But mark:-Poor knight, fear
"What dreadful dole is here! • The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on
Eyes, do you see? floor,
'O dainiy duck! O dear! . May now, perchance, both quake and tremble
'Thy mantle good, here,
What, siain'd with blood ? When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. ' Approach, ye furies fell! • Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am
O fates! come, come ; “A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:
"Cut thread and thrum ;2 For if I should as lion come in strife
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!'' * Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.'
The. This passion, and the death of a dear The. A very gentle beast, and of a good con- friend, would go near to make a man look sad. science,
Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions e'er I saw.
frame ? Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. "Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: The. True; and a goose for his discretion. 'Which is no, no—which was the fairest dame,
Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot * That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.
cheer. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his
Come, tears, confound; valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is
'Out, sword, and wound well : leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to “The pap of Pyramus: the moon.
Av, that left pap, Moon. “This lantern doth the horned moon pre
• Where heart doth hop: sent:'
'Thus die 1, thus, thus, thus. Dem. He should have worn the horns on his
• Now am I dead, head.
Now am I Ned; The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisi- "My soul is in the sky: ble within the circumference.
'Tongue, lose thy light! Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon
Moon, take thy fli, hi! present ;
Now, die, die, die, die, die. • Myself the man i' th’ moon do seem to be.'
Dies.-Erit Moonshine. The. This is the greatest crror of all the rest : Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but the man should be put into the lantern : How is it one. else the man i' the moon?
Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; Dem. He dares not come there for the candle : he is noihing. for, you see, it is already in snuff.'
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he recover, and prove an ass. would change!
Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, Thishe comes back and tinds her lover? that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all The. She will find him by star-light:-Here she reason, we must stay the time.
comes; and her passion ends the play. (1) In anger ; a quibble. (2) Coarse yarn.
Prom the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream, Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one,
Now are frolic; not a mouse for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.
Shall disturb this hallow'd house : Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Py
I am sent, with broom before, ramus, which Thisbe, is the better.
To sweep the dust behind the door. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
Enter Oberon and Titania, with their Train. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.This. 'Asleep, my love ?
Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, What, dead, my dove?
By the dead and drowsy fire : •O Pyramus, arise,
Every ell, and fairy sprite, • Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?
Hop as light as bird from brier; * Dead, dead ? A tomb
And this ditty, after me, • Must cover thy sweet eyes.
Sing and dance it trippingly. "These lily brows,
Tila. First rehearse this song by rote: * This cherry nose,
To each word a warbling note, • These yellow cowslip cheeks,
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 house 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 not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the
Nor mark prodigious, such as are dead.
Despised in nativity, Dem. Ay, and Wall too.
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate, Bol. No, I assure yo!; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the
Every fairy take his gait ;4 epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between
And each several chamber bless, two of our company ?
Through this palace with sweet peace: The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play
E'er shall it in safety rest, needs no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the play
And the owner of it wlest. ers are all dead, there need none to be blameu.
Trip away; Marry, if he that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and
Make no stay; hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have
Meet me all by break of day. been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very
(Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. notably discharged. But come, your Bergomas;: Puck. If we shadows hare offended, let your epilogue alone. (Here a dance of Clowns. Think but this (and all is mended) The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:
That you have but slumber'd here, Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
While these visions did appear. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
And this 10eak and idle theme, As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
No more yielding but a dream, This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd
Gentles, do not reprehend; The heavy gait' of nighi.-Sweet friends, to bed.- If you pardon, we will mend. A fortnight bold we this solemnity,
And, as I am an honest Puck,
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere 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. (Exit.
Whilst the scritch-oil, scritching loud,
Wild and fantastical as this play is, all the parts Now it is the time of nicht,
in their various modes are well written, and give That the graves, all gaping wide,
the kind of pleasure which the author designed. Every one lets forth his sprite,
Fairies in his time were much in fashion ; common In the church-way paths to glide :
trad.tion had made them familiar, and Spencer's And we fairies, that do run
poem had made them great.
JOHNSON. By the triple Hecate's team, (1) Progress. (2) Overcome.
LOVE'S LABOUR’S LOST.
Ferdinand, king of Navarre.
ladies, attending on the princess. Mercade, France.
Oficers and others, allendants on the king and Dull, a constable.
princess. Costard, a clown. Moth, page 10 Armado.
common sense ;
And, one day in a weck to touch no food;
And but one meal on every day beside ; SCENE 1.-Navarre. A park, with a palace And then to sleep but three hours in the night,
The which, I hope, is not enrolled there : in it. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and And not to be seen to wink of all the day; Dumain,
(When I was wont to think no harm all night, King.
And make a dark night too of half the day ;) Let fame, that all hunt afer in their lives,
Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there :
O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,
Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. And then grace is in the distrace of death; King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. When, spite of cormorant devouring time,
Biron. Let me sav no, myliege, an if you please ; The endeavour of this present breath may buy I only swore, to study with your grace, That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen And stay here in your court for three years' space. edge,
Long. You swore to that, Biron, and to the rest. And make us heirs of all eternity.
Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in Therefore, brave conquerors ! --for so you are,
jest. — "That war against your own affections,
What is the end of study ? let me know. And the huge army of the world's desires,
King. Why, that to know, which else we should Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force :
not know. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world ; Biron. Things hid and barr’d, you mean, from Our court shall be a little académe, Still and contemplative in living art.
King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. You three, Birón, Dumain, and Longaville, Biron. Come on, then, I will swear to study so. Hive sworn for three years' term to live with me, To know the thing I am forbid to know: My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, As thuis–To study where I well may dine, -That are recorded in this schedule here:
When I to feast expressly am forbid ; Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; Or, study where to meet some mistress fine, That his own hand may strike his honour down, When mistresses from common sense are hid : That violates the smallest branch herein: Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, If vou are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,
Study to break it, and not break my troth.
Long. I am resolv’d: 'tis but a three years' fast; Study knows that, which yet it doth not know:
Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortified ; Biron. Why, all delights are vain ; but that The grosser manner of these world's delights
most vain, He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves: Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain : To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die; As, painfully to pore upon a book, With all these living in philosophy.
To seek the like of truth; while truth the while Biron. I can but say their protestation over, Doth falsely' blind the eyesight of his look: So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile: That is, 'To live and study here three years, So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, But there are other strict observances :
Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. As, not to see a woman in that term; Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there :
(1) Dishonestly, treacherously.