Bottom the weaver. ed. by J.O. Halliwell |
Common terms and phrases
Actors Asses head Athens beard Bottom the Weaver Bryar CHANCERY LANE Chink CHISWICK Cobweb comes dear discretion doth dream drols Duke Dutch Dutchess e're Enter Bottom Enter Doll Enter Pyramus Enter Young Simpleton Exeunt Exit eyes fair Father fear Flute Forsooth Gent gentle hath hear heart hither honey-bag HUMOURS OF BOTTOM I'le Kirkman Ladyes Lanthorn Lord Lovers lulla lullaby Lyon married me-thinks me-thought merry conceited Mistriss Monsieur Moon Moon-shine Musick Neighbour night Ninus Tomb Old Simpleton pair of Bellows Pease-blossom pence a day Peter Quince pity play Pyramus pray Prologue Pyra quarto Red Bull Playhouse Robert Cox shine Simpl Simpleton the Smith sing Sirrah six pence sleep Snout the Tinker Snug the Joyner speak Starveling the Taylor sweet tell thee thing Thisbe thou art three Fairies tingal Tita Titania toitre tongue true wake Wall
Popular passages
Page 38 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was.
Page 15 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 16 - At a fair vestal throned by the West, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 29 - The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes To have my love to bed and to arise ; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Page 16 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts ; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 28 - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries.
Page 18 - Chorus. Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby. 2 Fairy. Weaving spiders, come not here ; Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence ! Beetles black, approach not near ; Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Page 38 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, — past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
Page 7 - I have seen the Red Bull Playhouse, which was a large one, so full, that as many went back for want of room as had entered ; and as meanly as you may now think of these drols, they were then acted by the best comedians then and now in being...
Page 35 - But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me ; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me, Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist ; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.