Where is our usual manager of mirth? Phil. Here, mighty Theseus. The. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening? What masque? what music? beguile How shall we The lazy time, if not with some delight? Phil. There is a brief how many sports are ripe ; Make choice of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper. The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.' We'll none of that: that have I told my love, "The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.' 'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, Phil. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, Which is as brief as I have known a play; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Which when I saw rehearsed, I must confess, The. What are they that do play it? Phil. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, Which never laboured in their minds till now, And now have toiled their unbreathed memories With this same play against your nuptial. The. And we will hear it. Phil. No, my noble lord; It is not for you: I have heard it over, Unless you can find sport in their intents, Extremely stretched and conned with cruel pain, you service. To do The. I will hear that play : For never anything 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'er charged, 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: Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. ΙΟΙ Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome; I read as much as from the rattling tongue Re-enter PHILOSTRATE Phil. So please your grace, the Prologue is addrest. The. Let him approach. [Flourish of Trumpets. Enter the Prologue Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will. That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then, we come but in despite. We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is. We are not here. you, All for your delight, That you should here repent The actors are at hand; and, by their show, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Hip. Indeed, he hath played on this prologue like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. The. His speech was like a tangled chain ; Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion, as in dumb-show Prol. 'Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show; But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This man is Pyramus, if you would know; This beauteous lady Thisbe is, certain. This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder; And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content To whisper, at the which let no man wonder. This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know. |