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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. A paramour is, God bless us, a thing of nought.
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 Isle]].
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 Botto M.
Bot. Where are these lads? Where are these hearts P Quin. Bottom l—O 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. [Eveunt
SCENE I. The same. 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 These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact." One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to
And, as imagination bodies forth -
1 i.e. composed.
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Enter LY SANDER, 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, Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! The. Come, now ; what masks, what dances shall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours, Between our after-supper, and bed-time P Where is our usual manager of mirth P What revels are in hand Is there no play, To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? Call Philostrate. Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. The Say, what abridgment' have you for this evening f What mask P what music P. How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight? Philost. There is a brief.” how many sports are ripe ; Make do of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper. The [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be SQL/22' By an Aftian 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 svening. 2 Schedule.
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
1 i.e. unexercised, unpractised.
The. I will hear that play; For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies. [Exit PHILostRATE. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, And duty in his service perishing. The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such - thing. Hip. He says they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake; And what poor duty cannot do, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit." Where I have come, great clerks have purposed To greet me with premeditated welcomes; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practised accent in their fears, And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, Not paying me a welcome; trust me, sweet, Out of this silence, yet, I picked a welcome; o And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, In least speak most, to my capacity.
Enter PHILos TRATE.
Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is
- The sense of this passage appears to be:—“What dutifulness tries to perform without ability, regardful generosity receives with complacency; estimating it, not by the actual merit, but according to the power or might of the humble but zealous performers.”