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Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine.
Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.
Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open ; and the moon may shine in at the casement,
Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lantern, and say, he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of moon-shine. Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall.
Snug. You never can bring in a wall :-What say you, Bottom ?
Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some rough-cast, about him, to signify wall; or let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
71 Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts, Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake ; and so every one according to his cue.
Enter Puck behind.
Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag
gering here, So near the cradle of the fairy queen? What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor;
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
-odours savours sweet.
[Exit PYRAMUS. Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here!
[ Aside. [Exit. This. Must I speak now ?.
Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must understand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.
This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely few,
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: Why you must not speak that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus : you speak all your part at once, cues and all.-Pyramus enter ; your cue is past; it is, never tire.
Re-enter Puck, and Bottom, with an Ass's Head. This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would never
tire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine : Quin. O monstrous ! O strange !-we are haunted.
Pray, masters! fly, masters ! help!
[Exeunt Clowns. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake,
through brier; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; 109 And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
[Exit. Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them, to make me afeard.
Snout. O Bottom, thou art chang'd! what do I see on thee?
Bot. What do you see you see an ass' head of your own; Do you ?
117 Re-enter Quince. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated.
(Exit. Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.
The ousel-cock, so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill:
Queen. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
[Waking. Bottom sings. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
130 The plain-song cuckow gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares nat answer, nay ;
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a
Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again :
139 And thy fair virtue's force, perforce doth move me; On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.
Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days: The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek, upon occasion.
Queen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful.
Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine
Queen. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit, of no common rate ; The summer still doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep : And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. Pease-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed!
Enter four Fairies. 1 Fair. Ready. 2 Fair. And I. 3 Fair. And I. 4 Fair. And I : Where shall we go :
Queen. 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; 170 The honey-bags steel 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 moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : Nod to him, elves, and do hiin courtesies.
1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail ! 2 Fair, Hail!