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There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
I do hear the morning lark.
Trip we after night's shade:
Swifter than the wandering moon.
Tell me how it came this night
[Horns winded within.
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,
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;
Ege. It is, my lord.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. [Horn and shouts within. Lysander, Demetrius, Helena, and
Hermia, wake and start up.
Lys. Pardon, my lord,
I pray you all, stand
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
150 Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, Without the peril of the Athenian law.
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough:
You of your wife and me of my consent,
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
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,But by some power it is,-my love to Hermia, Melted as the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gawd Which in my childhood I did dote upon; And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
[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,
So methinks :
190 Mine own, and not mine own.
Are you sure
Yea; and my father.
Dem. Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him;
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.
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.
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