Dem. Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think Her. Yea; and my father. Hel. And Hippo'yta. 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. [Exeunt. Bot. [Awaking.] When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer: my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-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 I was,-and methought I had,-but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath 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 the play, before the duke: peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE's house. Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING. [Exit. 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. Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred: it 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. ΙΟ 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 naught. 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, it is a sweet comedy. No more words: away! go, away! [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Athens. 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. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, IO Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: 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 Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, Hip. But all the story of the night told over, 20 More witnesseth than fancy's images And grows to something of great constancy; The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA. Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! Lys. More than to us Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed! 30 The. Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours The. Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What masque? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight? Phil. There is a brief how many sports are ripe: Make choice of which your highness will see first. 40 [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, In glory of my kinsman Hercules. [Reads] The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.' That is an old device; and it was play'd When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. [Reads] 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. 50 [Reads] 'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus How shall we find the concord of this discord? Phil. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, Which is as brief as I have known a play; But by ten words, my lord, it is too long, Which makes it tedious; for in all the play There is not one word apt, one player fitted: And tragical, my noble lord, it is; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. 60 Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess, 70 The. What are they that do play it? Phil. Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, The. And we will hear it. Phil. No, my noble lord; It is not for you: I have heard it over, The. I will hear that play; For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies. 80 [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. |