A Midsummer Night's Dream (Folio 1, 1623)
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¶
Actus Tertius.
¶
Enter the Clownes.
815Quin. Pat, pat, and here's a maruailous conuenient
¶do it in action, as we will do it before the Duke.
¶Bot. Peter quince?
¶Bot. There are things in this Comedy of Piramus and
¶How answere you that?
825Snout. Berlaken, a parlous feare.
¶all is done.
¶Bot. Not a whit, I haue a deuice to make all well.
830we will do no harme with our swords, and that Pyramus
¶tell them, that I Piramus am not Piramus, but Bottome the
¶Weauer; this will put them out of feare.
835be written in eight and sixe.
¶Bot. No, make it two more, let it be written in eight
¶and eight.
¶Snout. Will not the Ladies be afear'd of the Lyon?
¶dreadfull thing. For there is not a more fearefull wilde
¶foule then your Lyon liuing: and wee ought to looke
¶to it.
¶a Lyon.
850Ladies, or faire Ladies, I would wish you, or I would
¶request you, or I would entreat you, not to feare, not to
¶tremble: my life for yours. If you thinke I come hither
¶as a Lyon, it were pitty of my life. No, I am no such
¶thing, I am a man as other men are; and there indeed let
855him name his name, and tell him plainly hee is Snug the
¶ioyner.
¶things, that is, to bring the Moone-light into a cham-
¶ber: for you know Piramus and Thisby meete by Moone-
860light.
¶play?
¶Bot. A Calender, a Calender, looke in the Almanack,
865
Enter Pucke.
¶chamber window (where we play) open, and the Moone
¶thing, we must haue a wall in the great Chamber; for Pi-
875chinke of a wall.
¶Bottome?
¶gers thus; and through that cranny shall Piramus and
¶Thisby whisper.
¶enter into that Brake, and so euery one according to his
¶cue.
¶
Enter Robin.
890ring here,
¶So neere the Cradle of the Faierie Queene?
¶What, a Play toward? Ile be an auditor,
¶So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby deare.
¶But harke, a voyce: stay thou but here a while,
900And by and by I will to thee appeare.
Exit. Pir.
905gaine.
¶Of colour like the red rose on triumphant bryer,
910Ile meete thee Piramus, at Ninnies toombe.
¶your part at once, cues and all. Piramus enter, your cue is
¶past; it is neuer tyre.
¶tyre:
¶Pir. If I were faire, Thisby I were onely thine.
920
The Clownes all Exit.
925And neigh, and barke, and grunt, and rore, and burne,
¶Like horse, hound, hog, beare, fire, at euery turne.
Exit.
¶
Enter Piramus with the Asse head.
¶them to make me afeard.
Enter Snowt.
¶thee?
¶owne, do you?
¶
Enter Peter Quince.
¶ted.
Exit.
¶to fright me if they could; but I will not stirre from
¶this place, do what they can. I will walke vp and downe
¶fraid
.
¶The Woosell cocke, so blacke of hew,
¶With Orenge-tawny bill.
945The Wren and little quill.
¶Tyta. What Angell wakes me from my flowry bed?
¶Bot. The Finch, the Sparrow, and the Larke,
¶The plainsong Cuckow gray;
¶Whose note full many a man doth marke,
950And dares not answere, nay.
¶For indeede, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird?
¶Who would giue a bird the lye, though he cry Cuckow,
¶neuer so?
955Mine eare is much enamored of thy note;
¶So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape.
¶And thy faire vertues force (perforce) doth moue me.
¶loue keepe little company together, now-adayes.
¶not make them friends. Nay, I can gleeke vpon occa-
¶sion.
¶out of this wood, I haue enough to serue mine owne
¶turne.
970Thou shalt remaine here, whether thou wilt or no.
¶I am a spirit of no common rate:
¶And I doe loue thee; therefore goe with me,
¶Ile giue thee Fairies to attend on thee;
975And they shall fetch thee Iewels from the deepe,
¶
Enter Pease-blossome, Cobweb, Moth, Mustard-
980seede, and foure Fairies.
¶Hop in his walkes, and gambole in his eies,
¶Feede him with Apricocks, and Dewberries,
985With purple Grapes, greene Figs, and Mulberries,
¶The honie-bags steale from the humble Bees,
¶And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighes,
¶And light them at the fierie-Glow-wormes eyes,
¶To haue my loue to bed, and to arise:
990And plucke the wings from painted Butterflies,
¶To fan the Moone-beames from his sleeping eies.
¶Nod to him Elues, and doe him curtesies.
¶2. Fai. Haile.
9953. Fai. Haile.
¶your worships name.
¶Cob. Cobweb.
¶with you.
¶Your name honest Gentleman?
¶ence well: that same cowardly gyant-like Oxe beefe
¶hath deuoured many a gentleman of your house. I pro-
¶mise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere
¶The Moone me-thinks, lookes with a watrie eie,
¶And when she weepes, weepe euerie little flower,
1020Tye vp my louers tongue, bring him silently.
Exit.
