A Midsummer Night's Dream (Folio 1, 1623)
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A Midsommer nights Dreame.
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¶O then, what graces in my Loue do dwell,
220That he hath turn'd a heauen into hell.
¶Lys. Helen, to you our mindes we will vnfold,
¶To morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
225(A time that Louers flights doth still conceale)
¶Through Athens gates, haue we deuis'd to steale.
¶Her. And in the wood, where often you and I,
¶Vpon faint Primrose beds, were wont to lye,
¶And thence from Athens turne away our eyes
¶Farwell sweet play-fellow, pray thou for vs,
¶And good lucke grant thee thy Demetrius.
¶From louers foode, till morrow deepe midnight.
¶
Exit Hermia.
¶As you on him, Demetrius dotes on you.
Exit Lysander.
¶Through Athens I am thought as faire as she.
¶But what of that? Demetrius thinkes not so:
¶He will not know, what all, but he doth know,
¶And as hee erres, doting on Hermias eyes;
245So I, admiring of his qualities:
¶Things base and vilde, holding no quantity,
¶Loue lookes not with the eyes, but with the minde,
¶And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blinde.
250Nor hath loues minde of any iudgement taste:
¶Wings and no eyes, figure, vnheedy haste.
¶And therefore is Loue said to be a childe,
255So the boy Loue is periur'd euery where.
¶For ere Demetrius lookt on Hermias eyne,
¶He hail'd downe oathes that he was onely mine.
¶And when this Haile some heat from Hermia felt,
260I will goe tell him of faire Hermias flight:
¶Then to the wood will he, to morrow night
¶Pursue her; and for his intelligence,
¶If I haue thankes, it is a deere expence:
¶But heerein meane I to enrich my paine,
265To haue his sight thither, and backe againe.
Exit.
¶
Enter Quince the Carpenter, Snug the Ioyner, Bottome the
¶man according to the scrip.
¶is thought fit through all Athens, to play in our Enter-
¶lude before the Duke and the Dutches, on his wedding
275day at night.
¶on: then read the names of the Actors: and so grow on
¶to a point.
280dy, and most cruell death of Pyramus and Thisbie.
¶merry. Now good Peter Quince, call forth your Actors
285Weauer.
¶Bottome. Ready; name what part I am for, and
¶proceed.
¶ramus.
290Bot. What is Pyramus, a louer, or a tyrant?
¶loue.
¶ming of it: if I do it, let the audience looke to their eies:
¶To the rest yet, my chiefe humour is for a tyrant. I could
¶play Ercles rarely, or a part to teare a Cat in, to make all
300from farre, and make and marre the foolish Fates. This
¶was lofty. Now name the rest of the Players. This
¶is Ercles vaine, a tyrants vaine: a louer is more condo-
¶ling.
¶Quin. Francis Flute the Bellowes-mender.
305Flu. Heere Peter Quince.
¶Flut. What is Thisbie, a wandring Knight?
¶Flut. Nay faith, let not mee play a woman, I haue a
310beard comming.
¶Bot. And I may hide my face, let me play Thisbie too:
315Pyramus my louer deare, thy Thisbie deare, and Lady
¶deare.
¶Thisby.
¶Bot. Well, proceed.
320Qu. Robin Starueling the Taylor.
¶Star. Heere Peter Quince.
¶mother?
¶Tom Snowt, the Tinker.
325Snowt. Heere Peter Quince.
¶Snugge the Ioyner, you the Lyons part: and I hope there
¶is a play fitted.
¶Snug. Haue you the Lions part written? pray you if
¶Quin. You may doe it extemporie, for it is nothing
¶but roaring.
¶Bot. Let mee play the Lyon too, I will roare that I
¶will doe any mans heart good to heare me. I will roare,
335that I will make the Duke say, Let him roare againe, let
¶him roare againe.
¶shrike, and that were enough to hang vs all.
¶fright the Ladies out of their Wittes, they would
¶haue no more discretion but to hang vs: but I will ag-
¶grauate my voyce so, that I will roare you as gently as
345any sucking Doue; I will roare and 'twere any Nightin-
¶gale.
¶Quin. You can play no part but Piramus, for Pira-
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