A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)
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A Midsommer nightes dreame.
¶Tearing the Thracian singer, in their rage?
¶That is an olde deuise: and it was plaid,
¶When I from Thebes came last a conquerer.
1850Of learning, late deceast, in beggery?
¶That is some Satire keene and criticall,
¶Not sorting with a nuptiall ceremony.
¶A tedious briefe Scene of young Pyramus
¶And his loue Thisby; very tragicall mirth?
1855Merry, and tragicall? Tedious, and briefe? That is hot Ise,
¶Of this discord?
¶Which is as briefe, as I haue knowne a play:
1860But, by ten words, my Lord it is too long:
¶Which makes it tedious. For in all the Play,
¶There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
¶And tragicall, my noble Lord, it is. For Pyramus,
¶Neuer shed.
¶These. What are they, that doe play it?
¶Phil. Hard handed men, that worke in Athens here,
1870Which neuer labour'd in their minds till now:
¶And now haue toyled their vnbreathed memories,
¶The. And wee will heare it.
¶Phi. No, my noble Lord, it is not for you. I haue heard
1875It ouer, and it is nothing, nothing in the world;
¶Extreamely stretcht, and cond with cruell paine,
¶To do you seruice.
¶The. I will heare that play. For neuer any thing
Goe
