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Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

Bot. Why then may you leave a casement of the greatchamber window, where we play, open; and the moon may shine in at the casemeni.

Quin. Ay, or else one must come in with a bath of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of moon-fhine. Then there is another thing; we must have a wall in the great chamber, for Pyra nus and Thisby (says the story) did talk through the chink of a wall.

Snug. You can never bring in a wall. What say you;. Buiton?

Bot. Some man or other must present wall; and let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some rough-caft aboat him, to signify wall : Or let him hold his fingers thus; and through the cranny shall Pyramus and Thifto whisper.

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, fit down every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.. Pyramus, you begin; when you have spoken your fpeech, enter into that brake; and so every one accord. ing to his cue.

Enter Puck, behind.
Puck. What hempen home-fpuns have we swagger-

ing here,
So near the cradle of the fairy Queen?
What, a play tow'rd ? I'll be an auditor;.
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

Quin. Speak, Pyramus ; Thisoy, stand forth.
Pyr. Thisby, the flower of odious favours sweet..
Quin. Odours, odours.
Pyr. Odours, savours sweet.

So doth thy breath, my deareft Thisby, dear;
But hark, a voice! ftay thou but here a whit! (154
And, by and by, I will to thee appear. [Exit Pyr.

Puck. (15) hay tbou but bere a while;] The verses here, 'tis plain, should be alternately in rhyme; but sweet in the close of the tirft line, and wbile in the third, will not do for this purpose. The Auibor, doubtiess, gave it;

Stay thou but bere a whit;

Puck. A ftranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! [Afde. This. Must I speak now? Quin. Ay, marry, must you; for you must under-fand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.

Tbil. Moft radiant Pyramus, moft lilly-white of huen

of colour like the red rose on triumphant briar, Moft brisky Juvenile, and eke most lovely Jew,

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 allt your part at once, cues and all.. Pyramus, enter; your; cue is paft; it is, never tire.

Re-enter Bottom, with an Afs-head: Thil. O, as true as truest horse, that yet would nevertire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.,

Quin. O monstrous ! O ftrange! we are havnted ; pray, masters ; fiy, masters; help! (The Clowns exeunt..

Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through:

briar, Sometimes a horse I'll be, sometimes a hound,

A hog, a headless bear, sometimes a fire, 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..

Enter. Snowt: Snowt: 0 Bottom, thou art chang'd;: what do I see on thee?

i. e. a little while : for so it fignifes, as also any thing of no price, or confideration ; a trifle : in which senle it is very frequent with our Author. Bottom before in this Scene says;

Not a wbit; I have a device to make all well ;)
And, in Hamlet;

No, not a wbit; we defy augury.
And in King Richard III.
Woe, woe, for England ! not a wbit, før me.

Bot., And t'by fair virtue's force (perforce) dotb move me.] Thus the generality of the impressions have shuffled, and confused these verses, to the utmost degree of obscurity and nonsense: but I have from one of the old Quarto's reduced 'em to clearness and order : and as, without knowing such an authority for it, Ds. Thirlby ingen siously kinted to me, they thould be placedo



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Bot. What do you see? you

ass-head of your own, do you?

Enter Quince.
Quin. Bless (hee, 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 fing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.

[Sings.. The oufel cock, fo black of hue,

With orange-tawny bill,
The throftle with his note so true,

The wren with little quill.
Queen. What angel wakes me from my flow'ry bed?

[waking, Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, Sings.

The plain-fong cuckow gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,

And dares not answer, nay.
For, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird?
who would give a bird the lye, tho' he cry cuckow
never fo?

Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, fing again;
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, (16)
So is mine eye enthralled to thy Tape;
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

(16) Mine ear is mucb enamour'd of tby note,

On the firft vicw 10 say, to swear, I love thee;
So is mine eye entbralked to thy shape,


more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not nake them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occafion.

Queen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful.

. Not so neither: but if I had wit enough to get. out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.

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 Powers doft sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou malt like an airy spirit go, Peafeblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardfeed! (17)

Enter four Fairies. i Fair. Ready 2 Fair. And I. *3 Fair. And I.

Fair. And I, where shall we go? Queen. Be kind, and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks, and gambole in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs and mulberries, The honey-bags steal 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 him courtesies.

1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail! (17) Enter Peafebloffum, Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseed, and four Fairies.] Here the common editions have been so extravagant as to split four Fairies into eight: but the old Quarto impreffions both cime in to my afinance to reduce 'em to their right number. The Queen calls them by their respective names, and immediately the four Fairies enter upon call,

2 Fair,

2 Fair. Hail! 3 Fair. Hail!

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I beseech, your worship's name.

Cob. Cobweli

Bet. I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good master Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I shall make bold. with you. Your name, honeft gentleman ?

Pease. Pealeblofom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash: your mother, and to master Peafcod your father. Good master Peafeblogom, I fall desire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I. beseech you, Sir?

Muf. Mustardfeed.

Bot. Good master Mustard seed, I know your patience well: that fame cowardly giant-like ox-beef bath devour'd many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now.. I desire more of your acquaintance, good master Mus. tard seed.

Queen. Come; wait upon him, lead him to my bower..

The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye, And when she weeps, weep ev'ry little flower,

Lamenting some enforced chastity! Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. (Exeunts.

Enter King of Fairies.
Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd:
Then what it was that next came in her eye,
Which fhe must doat on in extremity.

Enter Pack,
Here comes my messenger ! how now, mad sprite,
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,

A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian Atalls,


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