90 There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be With these mortals on the ground. [Exeunt. [Horns winded within. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester; For now our observation is perform'd ; [Exit an Attendant. We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly: Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is; This Helena, old Nedar's Helena: I wonder of their being here together. The. No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May, and, hearing our intent, But speak, Egeus; is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice? Ege. 130 The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. [Horn and shouts within. Lysander, Demetrius, Helena, and Hermia, wake and start up. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord, The. I pray you all, stand up. To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear, I came with Hermia hither: our intent 140 150 Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: They would have stolen away; they would, Demetrius, You of your wife and me of my consent, Of my consent that she should be your wife. Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither to this wood; 160 And I in fury hither follow'd them, Fair Helena in fancy following me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,— The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: For in the temple, by and by, with us 170 180 And, for the morning now is something worn, Our purposed hunting shall be set aside. Come, Hippolyta. [Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Her. Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. So methinks: Hel. E 190 Dem. Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think Her. Yea; and my father. Hel. And Hippolyta. Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. Dem. Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him; And by the way let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt. Bot. [Awaking.] When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was— there is no man can tell what. Methought I was,-and methought I had,—but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. 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. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of the play, before the duke: peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [Exit. SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE's house. Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING. Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? 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. ΙΟ 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 naught. Enter SNUG. 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 men. 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 BOTTOM. Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts? Quin. Bottom! 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 ribbons 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 |