But who is here? Lyfander on the ground: Ly. And run thro' fire I will, for thy fweet fake. Tranfparent Helen, nature here fhews art, Is that vile name, to perifh on my fword! Who will not change a raven for a dove? And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Good troth, you do me wrong; good footh, you But fare you well. Perforce I must confefs, I thought you Lord of more true gentleness: Oh, that a Lady, of one man refus'd, do; [Exit Lyf. She fees not Hermia; Hermia, fleep thou there; And never may'ft thou come Lysander near; The deepest loathing to the ftomach brings;. E 4 Or as the herefes, that men do leave, [Exit. Her. Help me, Lyfander, help me! do thy beft [Exit. SCENE, the Wood. Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and The Qeeen of Fairies lying asleep.. RE we all met? Воттом. Ain Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearfal. This green plot fhall be our ftage, this hauthorn-brake our tyring house, and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the Duke. Bot. Peter Quince, Quin. What fay'ft thou, bully Bottom? and Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus Thify, that will never pleafe. First, Pyramus muft draw draw a fword to kill himself, which the Ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? Snout. By'rlaken, a parlous fear? Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, when all is done. Bot. Not a whit, I have a device to make all well; write me a prologue, and let the prologue feem to fay, we will do no harm with our Twords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed; and for more better affurance tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver; this will put them out of fear. Quin. Well, we will have fuch a prologue, and it fhall be written in eight and fix. Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. Snout. Will not the Ladies be afraid of the lion ? Bot. Mafters, you ought to confider with yourselves to bring in, God fhield us, a lion among Ladies, is a moft dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to look to it. Snout. Therefore another prologue muft tell, he is. not a lion. Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be feen through the lion's neck; and he himself muft fpeak through, faying thus, or to the fame defect; Ladies, or fair Ladies, I would wish you, or I would request you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to tremble; my life for yours; if you think, I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life; no, I am nofuch thing, I am a man as other men are; and there, indeed, let him name his name, and tell them plainly ho is Snug the joiner. Quin. Well, it fhall be fo; but there is two hard things, that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus and Thisby met by moonlight. Snug.Doth the moon fhine that night we play our play? Bot. A kalendar, a kalendar! look in the almanack find out moon-fhine, find out moon-fhine. F. 5 Quir Or as the herefies, that men do leave, Of all be hated, but the most of me! [Exit. [Exit. SCENE, the Wood. Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. The Qeeen of Fairies lying asleep.. RE we all met? Воттом. A Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearfal. This green plot fhall be our ftage, this hauthorn-brake our tyring houfe, and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the Duke. Bot. Peter Quince, Quin. What fay'ft thou, bully Bottom? Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thify, that will never pleafe. First, Pyramus mut draw draw a fword to kill himself, which the Ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? Snout. By'rlaken, a parlous fear? Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, when all is done. Bot. Not a whit, I have a device to make all well; write me a prologue, and let the prologue feem to fay, we will do no harm with our Twords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed; and for more better affurance tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver; this will put them out of fear. Quin. Well, we will have fuch a prologue, and it fhall be written in eight and fix. Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. Snout. Will not the Ladies be afraid of the lion? Bot. Mafters, you ought to confider with yourfelves to bring in, God fhield us, a lion among Ladies, is a moft dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to look to it. Snout. Therefore another prologue muft tell, he is not a lion. Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his facer must be feen through the lion's neck; and he himself muft fpeak through, faying thus, or to the fame defe&t; Ladies, or fair Ladies, I would wish you, or I would request you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to tremble; my life for yours; if you think, I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life; no, I am nofuch thing, I am a man as other men are; and there, indeed, let him name his name, and tell them plainly ho is Snug the joiner. Quin. Well, it fhall be fo; but there is two hard things, that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus and Thifty met by moonlight. Snug.Doth the moon fhine that night we play our play? Bot. A kalendar, a kalendar! look in the almanack find out moon-fhine, find out moon-shine. |