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How comes this gentle concord in the world,
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; I beg the law, the law, upon his head. They would have stol’n away, they would, Demetrius, Thereby to have defeated you and me :
160 You, of your wife ; and me, of my consent; Of my consent that she should be your wife.
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; And I, in fury hither follow'd them ;. Fair Helena in fancy following me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power (But by some power it is), my love to Hermia, Melted as is the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle'gawd,
170 Which in my childhood I did doat upon : And all the faith, the virtue of iny heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena. To her, my lord, Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia :
But, like a sickness, did I loathe this food :
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met : 180
190 Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye,
Hel. So methinks :
Dem. Are you sure
Her. Yea; and my father,
And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt,
As they go out, Bottom awakes. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer :—my next is, Most fair Pyramus_Hey, ho! ---Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stol'n 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 patch'd 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 callid Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke : Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [Exit.
Athens. Quince's House. Enter QUINCE, FLUTE,
SNOUT, and STARVELING. Luin. Have you sent to Bottom's house is be come hoine yet?
Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported.
Flu. If he come not, then the play is marrid; 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 handycraft-man in Athens.
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 nought. .
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 heen made men.
242 Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hat!ı he lost sixpence a-day during his life ; he could not have 'scap'd six-fence a-day: an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd; he would have deserv'd it : six-pence 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!
: 251 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 preferrd. 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 garlick, 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.
ACT V. SCENE I.
Enter Theseus, HIPPOLITA, EGEUS,
Hippolita. '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,