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   A Midsummer Night's Dream
ACT III SCENE I The wood. TITANIA lying asleep. 
 Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, andSTARVELING 
BOTTOM Are we all met? 
QUINCE Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place 
 for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our 
 stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we 5
 will do it in action as we will do it before the duke. 
BOTTOM Peter Quince,-- 
QUINCE What sayest thou, bully Bottom? 
BOTTOM There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and 
 Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must 10
 draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies 
 cannot abide. How answer you that? 
SNOUT By'r lakin, a parlous fear. 
STARVELING I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done. 
BOTTOM Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. 15
 Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to 
 say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that 
 Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more 
 better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not 
 Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them 20
 out of fear. 
QUINCE Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be 
 written in eight and six. 
BOTTOM No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. 
SNOUT Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? 25
STARVELING I fear it, I promise you. 
BOTTOM Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to 
 bring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, is a 
 most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful 
 wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to 30
 look to 't. 
SNOUT Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion. 
BOTTOM Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must 
 be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself 
 must speak through, saying thus, or to the same 35
 defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I would wish 
 You,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I would 
 entreat 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 no such thing; I am a 40
 man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name 
 his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner. 
QUINCE Well it shall be so. But there is two hard things; 
 that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for, 
 you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight. 45
SNOUT Doth the moon shine that night we play our play? 
BOTTOM A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find 
 out moonshine, find out moonshine. 
QUINCE Yes, it doth shine that night. 
BOTTOM Why, then may you leave a casement of the great 50
 chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon 
 may shine in at the casement. 
QUINCE Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns 
 and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to 
 present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is 55
 another thing: we must have a wall in the great 
 chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says the story, did 
 talk through the chink of a wall. 
SNOUT You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom? 
BOTTOM Some man or other must present Wall: and let him 60
 have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast 
 about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his 
 fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus 
 and Thisby whisper. 
QUINCE If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, 65
 every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. 
 Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your 
 speech, enter into that brake: and so every one 
 according to his cue. 
 Enter PUCK behind 
PUCK What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here, 70
 So near the cradle of the fairy queen? 
 What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor; 
 An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. 
QUINCE Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth. 
BOTTOM Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,-- 75
QUINCE Odours, odours. 
BOTTOM --odours savours sweet: 
 So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. 
 But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile, 
 And by and by I will to thee appear. 80
 Exit 
PUCK A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here. 
 Exit 
FLUTE Must I speak now? 
QUINCE Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes 
 but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. 
FLUTE Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue, 85
 Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, 
 Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew, 
 As true as truest horse that yet would never tire, 
 I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. 
QUINCE 'Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not speak that 90
 yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your 
 part at once, cues and all Pyramus enter: your cue 
 is past; it is, 'never tire.' 
FLUTE O,--As true as truest horse, that yet would 
 never tire. 95
 Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head 
BOTTOM If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. 
QUINCE O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, 
 masters! fly, masters! Help! 
 Exeunt QUINCE, SNUG, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING 
PUCK I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, 
 Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier: 100
 Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, 
 A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; 
 And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, 
 Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. 
 Exit 
BOTTOM Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to 105
 make me afeard. 
 Re-enter SNOUT 
SNOUT O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee? 
BOTTOM What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do 
 you? 
 Exit SNOUT 
 Re-enter QUINCE 
QUINCE Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art 110
 translated. 
 Exit 
BOTTOM 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 sing, that they shall hear 115
 I am not afraid. 
 Sings 
 The ousel cock so black of hue, 
 With orange-tawny bill, 
 The throstle with his note so true, 
 The wren with little quill,-- 120
TITANIA Awaking 
BOTTOM Sings 
 The finch, the sparrow and the lark, 
 The plain-song cuckoo gray, 
 Whose note full many a man doth mark, 
 And dares not answer nay;-- 
 for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish 125
 a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry 
 'cuckoo' never so? 
TITANIA I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: 
 Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; 
 So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; 130
 And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me 
 On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. 
BOTTOM 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 135
 more the pity that some honest neighbours will not 
 make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. 
TITANIA Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. 
BOTTOM Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out 
 of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. 140
TITANIA 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; 145
 I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee, 
 And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, 
 And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep; 
 And I will purge thy mortal grossness so 
 That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. 150
 Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! 
 Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED 
PEASEBLOSSOM Ready. 
COBWEB And I. 
MOTH And I. 
MUSTARDSEED And I. 155
ALL Where shall we go? 
TITANIA Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; 
 Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; 
 Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, 
 With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; 160
 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 165
 To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: 
 Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. 
PEASEBLOSSOM Hail, mortal! 
COBWEB Hail! 
MOTH Hail! 170
MUSTARDSEED Hail! 
BOTTOM I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your 
 worship's name. 
COBWEB Cobweb. 
BOTTOM I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master 175
 Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with 
 you. Your name, honest gentleman? 
PEASEBLOSSOM Peaseblossom. 
BOTTOM I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your 
 mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good 180
 Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more 
 acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir? 
MUSTARDSEED Mustardseed. 
BOTTOM Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: 
 that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath 185
 devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise 
 you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I 
 desire your more acquaintance, good Master 
 Mustardseed. 
TITANIA Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. 190
 The moon methinks looks with a watery eye; 
 And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, 
 Lamenting some enforced chastity. 
 Tie up my love's tongue bring him silently. 
 Exeunt 


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