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Is only Helena. To her, my Lord,
Thes. Fair Lovers, you are fortunately met;
[Exit Duke and Lords. Dene. These Things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off Mountains turned into Clouds.
Her. Methinks I see these things with parted Eye,
And I have found Demetrius like a Jewel;
Dem. It seems so to me,
Her.. Yea, and my Father.
Dem. Why then we are awake ; let's follow him, and by the Way let us recount our Dreams.
. :. [Bottom wakes. Bot. When my Cue comes, call me, and I will answer, My next is, Moft fair Pyramus---Hey ho, Peter Quince! Flute the Bellows-mender! Snout the Tinker! Starveling! God's my Life! Stoln hence, and left me asleep. I have had a most rare Vision. I 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 patch'd Fool, if he will offer to say what
Bus-Herall me, and ; [Bottom Exenni.
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 callid Bottom's Dream, because it hath no Bottom; and I will fing it in the latter End of a Play before the Duke : Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall ling it at her Death.
[Exit. Enter Quince, Flute, Thisby, Snowt and Starveling. Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's House? Is he come Home yet
Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is trans
* This. If he come not, then the Play.is marr'd. It goes for. ward, doth it?
Quin. It is not possible; you have not a Man in all Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he.
This. No, he hath simply the best Wit of any Handycraft Man in Athens.
Quin. Yea, and the best Person too; and he is a very Paramour for a sweet Voice.
This. You must say, Paragon; a Paramour is (God bless us) a Thing of naught.
Enter Snug. . Snug. Masters, the Duke is coming from the Temples and there is two or three Lords and Ladies more married; If our Sport had gone forward, we had all been made Men.
This. O sweer Bully Bottom; thus hath he loft Six pence a Day during his Life; he could not have 'scaped Six pence a. Day; and the Duke had not given him Six pence a Day for Playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd: He would have deservd it. Six pence a Day in Pyramns, or nothing.
Quin. Bottom, 0 most couragious 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 as it fell out.
Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
Bot. Not a Word of me; all 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 prefently at the Palace, every Man look o'er his Part; for che short and the long is, our Play is preferred: In any case let Thisby have clean Linnen; 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 to hear them say, it is a sweet Comedy. No more Words ; away, go away.
A CT V. SCENE I.
Hip.STIS strange, my Thefens, that these Lovers speak of.
T Ther. More strange than true. I never may believe There Antick Fables, nor these Fairy Toys; Lovers and Madmen have such seething Brains, Such shaping Phantasies, that apprehend more Than cool Reafon ever comprehends. The Lunatick, the Lover, and the Poet, Are of Imagination all compact : One sees more Devils than valt Hell can hold; That is the Madman. The Lover, all as frantick, . Sees Helen's Beauty in a Brow of Egypt. The Poet's Eye in a fine Frenzy rowling, Doth glance from Heav'n to Earth, from Earth to Heav'n: And as Imagination bodies forth the Forms of Things Unknown; the Poet's Pen turns them to Shapes, And gives to Airy Nothing a local Habitation, And à Name. Such Tricks hath strong Imagination, That if it would but apprehend some Joy, It comprehends some Bringer of that Joy: Or in the Night, imagining some Fear, How easie is a Bush supposod a Bear?
Hip. But all the Story of the Night told over,
Lyf. More than to us,
Ege. Here, mighty Theseus.
Thes. Say, what Abridgement have you for this Evening? What Mask? What Musick? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some Delight?
Ege. There is a Brief how many Sports are rife: Make choice of which your Highness will see first.
Lyf. The Battel with the Centaur, to be sung By an Athenian Eunuch, to the Harp.
Ther. We'll none of that. That have I told my Love,
by Thes. Wenn Kinsman Hercul Bachanals,
Lys. The Riot of the tiplie Bachanals, Tearing the Thracian Singer in their Rage.
Thes. That is an old Device, and it was plaid When I from Thebes came last a Conqueror.
Lys. The thrice three Muses, mourning for the Death of Learning, late deceas'd in Beggary.
Thes. That is some Satyr keen and critical, · Not sorting with a Nuptial Ceremony.
Lys. A tedious brief Scene of young Pyramus, And his Love Thisby; very tragical Mirth.
Thef. Merry and Trágical? Tedious and Brief? That is, hot Ice, and wondrous strange Snow. How shall we find the Concord of this Discord?..
Ege. A Play there is, my Lord, fome ten Words long, .
Thef. What are they that do play it?
Ege. Hard-handed Men, that work in Athens here)
Thef. And we will hear it.
Ege. No, my Noble Lord, it is not for you. I have heard
Thes. I will hear that Play: For never any thing
Hip. I love not to see Wretchedness o’ercharg'd,
Thes. Why, gentle Sweet, you shall see no such thing.
Thef. The kinder we, to give them Thanks for nothing.
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