Hip. But all the ftory of the night told over, And all their minds transfigur'd fo together, More witneffeth than fancy's images, And grows to fomething of great conftancy; 3 'Be't howfoever strange and admirable. Enter Lyfander, 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! Lyf. More than to us, Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! Enter Philoftrate. Phil. Here, mighty Thefeus, here. The. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening? What mask? what mufick? how fhall we beguile The lazy time, if not with fome delight? Phil. There is a brief how many sports are ripe: Make choice of which your Highnefs will fee firft. The. The battel with the Centaurs, to be fung [Reads. By an Athenian eunuch to the harp. We'll none of that. That have I told my love, In glory of my kinfman Hercules. The riot of the tipfy Bacchanals, [Reads. Tearing the Thracian finger in their rage. That is an old device, and it was plaid When I from Thebes came laft a conqueror. The thrice three Mufes mourning for the death [Reads. That That is fome fatyr keen and critical, 4 That is hot ice, and wond'rous + 'fcorching fnow; 5 [Reads. Phil. A play 'it is, my lord, fome ten words long, Which is as brief as I have known a play; But by ten words, my lord, it is too long, Which, when I ' 'faw't rehears'd,` I must confess The. What are they that do play it? Phil. Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, Phil. No, my noble lord, It is not for you. I have heard it over, The. I will hear that play;" For never any thing can be amifs, When fimpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in; and take your places, ladies. [Exit Phil. Hip. I love not to fee wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his fervice perifhing. The. Why, gentle fweet, you fhall fee no fuch thing. VOL. I. K Hip Hip. He fays, they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. Our fport fhall be, to take what they mistake; 7 And what 'poor willing duty cannot do, Noble refpect takes it in might, not merit. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Enter Philoftrate. Phil. So please your Grace, the prologue is addreft. SCENE II.. Enter Quince for the prologue. [Flor, Trum. Pro. If we offend, it is with our good will. We do not come as minding to content you, We are not here: that you fhould here repent you, The actors are at hand; and by their fhow, You fhall know all, that you are like to know. The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. 7 poor duty, ...old edit. Theob, emend. 8 Where Lyf. Lyf. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt; he knows not the ftop. A good moral, my lord. It is not enough to speak, but to speak truė, Hip. Indeed he hath play'd on his prologue, like a child on the recorder; a found, but not in government. The. His fpeech was like a tangled chain; nothing impair'd, but all diforder'd. Who is the next? Enter Pyramus, and Thisbe, Wall, Moon-fhine, Pro. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show, This man, with lime and rough-caft, doth present To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. [Exeunt all but Wall. The. I wonder if the Lion be to fpeak. Dem. Dem. No wonder, my lord; one Lion may, when many affes do. Wall. In this fame interlude it doth befal, This lome, this rough-caft, and this ftone doth fhew, And this the cranny is, right and finister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. The. Would you defire lime and hair to speak better? Dem. It is the wittieft partition that ever I heard difcourse, my lord. The. Pyramus draws near the wall: filence! Enter Pyramus. Pyr. O grim-look'd night! O night with hue fo black! I fear my Thisby's promife is forgot. That ftands between her father's ground and mine, Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne. Thanks, courteous wall; Jove fhield thee well for this! But what fee I? no Thisby do I fee. O wicked wall, through whom I fee no bliss, The. The wall, methinks, being fenfible, fhould curfe again. Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he fhould not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue; fhe is to enter, and I am to fpy her through the wall. You fhall fee it will fall pat as I told you. Yonder the comes. Enter |