Trip we after the night's shade : Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight, With these mortals, on the ground. [Exeunt. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding;2 for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs are these? (1) Forepart. (2) Sound. (3) The flews are the large chaps of a hound. 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, Came here in grace of our solemnity.But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice? Ege. It is, my lord. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns, and shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up. The. Good-morrow, friends. St. Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord. The. [He and the rest kneel to Theseus. I pray you all, stand up. I know, you are two rival enemies: How comes this gentle concord in the world, To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? Half 'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear, But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,- I came with Hermia hither; our intent Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Without the peril of the Athenian law. Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; I beg the law, the law, upon his head. They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius, Thereby to have defeated you and me : Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; 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, [Exeunt The. Hyp. Ege. 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. Hel. So methinks: And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, It seems to me Dem. That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think, The duke was here, and bid us follow him? Hel. Her. Yea; and my father. 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. [Exe. As they go out, Bottom awakes. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer:-my next is, Most fair Pyramus.-Hey, 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 was, and methought I had,-But man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought Ihad. The eye of man bath 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 a play, before the duke: Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [Exit. SCENE II-Athens. Starveling. A room in Quince's Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and 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. It Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; 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 nought. 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 utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, |