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 garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; go, away. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. The same. An apartment in the palace of Theseus. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, and Attendants. Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of. The. More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. To prevent them from falling off during the representation Are of imagination all compact: 1 One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination; Hip. But all the story of the night told over, And grows to something of great constancy ;* Enter LYSANDER, Demetrius, HERMIA, and HELENA. The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts! The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours, Call Philostrate. Phi. Here, mighty Theseus. The. Say, what abridgment1 have you for this evening ? What mask? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight? Phi. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe. Make choice of which your highness will see first. [giving a paper. The. [reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.' We'll none of that: that have I told my love, The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.' That is an old device; and it was play'd 'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Of learning, late deceased in beggary.' That is some satire, keen and critical, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.' Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? That is, hot ice, and wondrous strange snow. How shall we find the concord of this discord? Phi. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, Which is as brief as I have known a play; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess, The. What are they, that do play it? Phi. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, Which never labor'd in their minds till now; And now have toil'd their unbreathed 1 memories With this same play, against your nuptial. The. And we will hear it. No, my noble lord, Phi. 1.Unexercised. Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, To do you service. The. I will hear that play : For never any thing can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in ;—and take your places, ladies. [Exit Philostrate. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, And duty in his service perishing. The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: And what poor duty cannot do, Noble respect takes it in might,1 not merit. 1 Endeavor. |