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Claud. Another Hero?
Beat. I would not deny you ; — but, by this good Hero.
Nothing certainer : day, I yield upon great persuasion ; and, partly, One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,
to save your life, for I was told you were in a conAnd, surely as I live, I am a maid.
sumption. D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth. Leon. She died my lord, but whiles her slander
[K'issing her. lived.
D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
man? When, after that the holy rites are ended,
Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witI'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death :
crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,
thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: And to the chapel let us presently.
if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear Bene. Soft and fair, friar. - Which is Beatrice? nothing handsome about him : In brief, since I do Beat. I answer to that name; (Unmasking.] propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purWhat is your will ?
pose that the world can say against it; and thereBene. Do not you love me?
fore never fout at me for what I have said against Beat.
No, no more than reason. it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my concluBene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and sion. - For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have Claudio,
beaten thee ; but in that thou art like to be my Have been deceived; for they swore you did. kinsman, live unbruised, and love my cousin. Beat. Do not you love me?
Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have deBene.
No, no more than reason. nied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer ; Ursula,
which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did. do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Bene. They swore that you were almost sick Bene. Come, come, we are friends: — let's have a
dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead own hearts, and our wives' heels.
Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Bene. Tis no such matter :- - Then you do not Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play mulove me?
sick. Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Prince, thou art sad ; get thee a wife, get thee a Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure your love the wife : there is no staff more reverend than one tipped gentleman.
with horn. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; For here's a paper, written in his hand,
Enter a Messenger. A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta'en 1. Fashion'd to Beatrice.
flight, Hero. And here's another.
And brought with armed men back to Messina. Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll deContaining her affection unto Benedick.
vise thee brave punishments for him. - Strike up, Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against pipers.
[Dance. our hearts! – Come, I will have thee; but, by this
[Exeunt. light, I take thee for pity.
Theseus, Duke of Athens.
Oberon, king of the fairies. Egeus, father to Hermia.
TITANIA, queen of the fairies. LYSANDER,
Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a fuiry. in love with Herinia. DEMETRIUS, S
PEAS-BLOSSOM, PhilosTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus.
COBWEB, QUINCE, the carpenter.
fairies. SNUG, the joiner.
MUSTARD-SEED, Bottom, the weaver.
Pyramus, FLUTE, the bellows-mender.
characters in the Interlude perform Snout, the tinker.
by the Clowns. STARVELING, the tailor.
Lion, HippoLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus.
Other Fairies attending their King and Queen. HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. Attendants on Theseus and Ilippolyta. Helexa, in love with Demetrius.
SCENE, - Athens, and a Wood no! for from it.
SCENE I. - Athens. A Room in the Palace of Enter Egeus, Hermia, LYSANDER, and DESIET RIUS. Theseus.
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and
The. Thanks, good Egeus: What's the news with Attendants.
thee? · The. Now, fair Ilippolyta, our nuptial hour Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Another moon : but, oh, methinks, how slow Stand forth, Demetrius; My noble lord, This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, This man hath my consent to marry her : Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
Stand forth, Lysander; — and, my gracious duke, Long withering out a young man's revenue. This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child : Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, nights;
And interchang'd love-tokens with my child : Four nights will quickly dream away the time; Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, And then the moon, like to a silver bow
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
And stol'n the impression of her fantasy Of our solemnities.
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Go, Philostrate,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats ; messengers Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth : Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; Turn melancholy forth to funerals,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, The pale companion is not for our pomp.
To stubborn harshness : - And, my gracious dule,
[Erit PHILOSTRATE. Be it so she will not here before your grace Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
Consent to marry with Demetrius, And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; But I will wed thee in another key,
As she is mine, I may dispose of her : With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. Which shall be either to this gentleman,
Or tu her death ; according to our law,
And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Immediately provided in that case.
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, The. What say you, Ilerinia? be advis'd, fair Upon this spotted and inconstant man. inaid :
The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, To you your father should be as a god;
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke ther, ot'; One that compos'd your beauties ; yea, and one But, being over-full of self-afiairs, To whom you are but as a form in was,
My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; By lim imprinted, and within his power
And come, Egeus; you shall go with me, To Icave the figure, or disfigure it.
I have some private schooling for you both. Demetrius is a worthy gentlunan.
For you, fair llerinia, look you arm yourself Het. So is Lysander.
To fit your fancies to your father's will;
Or else the law of Athens yields you up But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, (Which by no means we may extenuate,) 1:e other must be held the worthier.
To death, or to a vow of single life. Her. I would, my father look'd but with my Come, my Hippolyta; What cheer, my love? eyes.
Demetrius, and Egeus, go along : The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment I must employ you in some business look.
Against our nuptial; and confer with you Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. I know not by what power I am made bold;
Eye. With duty, and desire, we follow you. Xor how it may concern my modesty,
[Ereunt Tues. Hır. Ece. Den and train. In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts : Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so But I beseech your grace that I may know
pale? The worst that may befal me in this case,
How chance the roses there do fade so fast? If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
Her. Belike for want of rain ; which I could well The. Either to die the death, or to abjure Beteen them from the tempest of inine eyes. For ever the society of men.
Lys. Ah me! for ought that ever I could read, Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Could ever hear by tale or history, know of your youth, examine well your blood, The course of true love never did run smooth: Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, But, either it was different in blood; You can endure the livery of a nun;
Iler. O cross! too high to be enthrall’d to low ! For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
Lys. Or else waisgraffed, in respect of years ; To live a barren sister all your lite,
Her. O spite! too old to be engag'd to young! Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends : Tlirice blessed they, that master so their bloou, Her. () hell! to choose love by another's eye! To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :
Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
And ere a man hath power to say,
- Behold! My soul consents not to give sovereignty.
The jaws of darkness do devour it up: The. Take time to pause; and, by the next new So quick bright things come to confusion.
Her. If then true lovers have been evur cross'd, (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
It stands as an edíct in destiny: l'or everlasting bond of fellowship,)
Then let us teach our trial patience, Cpon that day either prepare to die,
Because it is a customary cross ; For disobedience to your father's will;
As due to love, as thoughts and dreams, and sighs, Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would :
Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. Or on Diana's altar to protest,
Lys. A good persuasion ; therefore, hear ne For aye, austerity and single life.
Herinia. Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia; - And, Lysander, I have a widow aunt, a dowager yield
Of great revenue, and she hath no child ; Thy crazed title to my certain right.
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ; Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; And she respects me as her only son. Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true he hath my love ; And to that place the sharp Athenian law And what is mine iny love shall render him; Cannot pursue us: If thou lov'st me then, And she is mine ; and all my right of her
Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; I do estate unto Demetrius.
And in the wood, a league without the town, Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, Where I did meet thee once with Helena, As well possess'd; my love is more than his; To do observance to a morn of May, My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,
There will I stay for thee. If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
My good Lysander! And, which is more than all these boasts can be, I swear to thee by Cupid's strungest bow ; I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia:
By his best arrow with the golden head ; Why should not I then prosecute my right? By the simplicity of Venus' doves; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ; Masle love to Nedar's daughter, Ilelena,
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage questha
When the false Trojan under sail was seen; Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; By all the vows that ever men have broke,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. In number more than ever women spoke;.
Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste ; In that same place thou hast appointed me,
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
And therefore is love said to be a child, Lys. Keep promise, love : Look, here comes Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. Helena.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjur'd every where :
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's cyne, Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away? He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine ;
Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, Demetrius loves your fair : O happy fair !
So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Your eyes are lode-stars ; your tongue's sweet I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: air
Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
Pursue her; and for this intelligence When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
If I have thanks, it is a dear expence : Sickness is catching ; 0, were favour so!
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
your tongue's sweet
A Room in a Cottage. melody Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
Enter SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, Snout, QUINCE, and The rest I'll give to be to you translated.is,
STARVELING. 0, teach me how you look ; and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
Quin. Is all our company here? Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me stil). Bot. You were best to call them generally, man Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles by man, according to the scrip. Sie such skill!
Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's naine, Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his move!
wedding-day at night. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me.
treats on; then read the names of the actors; and Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. so grow to a point. Hel. None, but your beauty ; 'Would that fault
Quin. Marry, our play is The most lamentable were mine!
comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face; Thisby. Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Before the time I did Lysander see,
· Now, good Peter Quince, call forth Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourselves. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
Quin. Answer, as I call you. — Nick Bottom, the That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell !
Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold : Bot. Ready. Name what part I am for, and To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold
proceed. Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for PyDecking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,)
Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? Through Athen's gates have we devis’d to steal.
Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly Her. And in the wood, where often you and I
for love. Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie,
Bot. That will ask some tears in the true perEmptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet; Rorming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to There my Lysander and myself shall meet :
I will move storms, I will condole in And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,
some measure. To the rest : - Yet my chief humour To seek new friends and stranger companies.
is for a tyrant : I could play Ercles rarely, or a part Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,
to tear a cat ir., to make all split. And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
« The raging rocks, From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.
" With shivering shocks,
“ Shall break the locks [Erit HRM.
“ Of prison-gates : Lys. I will, my Hermia. Helena adieu :
6 And Phibbus' car As you on him, Demetrius dote on you !
( Shall shine from far, [Erit Lis.
" And make and mar Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be !
“ The foolish fates.” Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so ; This was lofty! – Now name the rest of the players. He will not know what all but he do know.
- This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein ; a lover is And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
more condoling. So I, admiring of his qualities.
Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Hiv. Here, Peter Qunce. Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Quin, low inust take Thisby on you
and a merry
Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have
Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I no more discretion but to hang us : but I will aghave a beard coming.
gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in a mask, as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any and you may speak as small as you will.
nightingale. Bot.. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for too : I'll speak in a monstrous little voice; - Thisne, Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as Tlusne, — Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, dear ! and lady dear !
gentleman-like man ; therefore you must needs play Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, Pyramus. Flute, you Thisby.
Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were Bot. Well, proceed.
I best to play it in? Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor.
Quin. Why, what you will. Star. Here, Peter Quince.
Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw. Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purmother. - Tom Snout, the tinker.
ple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour Snout. Here, Peter Quince.
beard, your perfect yellow. Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair father ; — Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part :- at all, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, masand, I hope, here is a play fitted.
ters; here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, Snug. Have you the lion's part written? pray request you, and desire you, to con them by toyou, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study. morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a
Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing mile without the town, by moon-light; there will but roaring.
we rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we shall be Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that dog'd with company, and our devices known. In I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will the mean time I will draw a bill of properties, such roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar as our play wants. I pray you fail me not. again, Let him roar again.
Bot. We will meet ; and there we may rehearse Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be trould fright the duchess and the ladies, that they perfect; adieu. would shriek ; and that were enough to hang us all. Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
All. That would hang us every mother's son. Bol. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings. (Exeunt.
SCENE I. - A Wood near Athens.
And now they never meet in grove, or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another.
But they do square ; that all their elves, for fear, Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. Fai. Over hill, over dale,
Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,
Call’d Robin Good-fellow : are you not he,
That fright the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife clurn; To dew her orbs upon the green :
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? In their gold coats spots you see ;
Those that Hobgoblin call you, anu sweet Puck, fine Those be rubies, fairy favours,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck : In those freckles live their savours :
Are not you he? I must go seek some dew-drops here,
Thou speak'st aright; And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
Ja For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, Because that she, as her attendant, hath
And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. A lovely boy, stol’n from an Indian king ; The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, She never had so sweet a changeling :
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And then the whole quire hold their hips, and Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy: