A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)
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Enter Quince, the Carpenter; and Snugge, the Ioyner; and
¶_Bottom, the Weauer; and Flute, the Bellowes mender; &
¶Quin. Is all our company heere?
¶man, according to the scrippe.
¶thought fit, through al Athens, to play in our Enterlude, be-
¶fore the Duke, & the Dutches, on his wedding day at night.
¶then read the names of the Actors: & so grow to a point.
¶ry. Now good Peeter Quince, call forth your Actors, by the
¶Bott. Readie: Name what part I am for, and proceede.
290Bott. What is Pyramus? A louer, or a tyrant?
¶of it. If I doe it, let the Audience looke to their eyes: I wil
¶rest yet, my chiefe humour is for a tyrant. I could play Er-
¶cles rarely, or a part to teare a Cat in, to make all split the
300and make & marre the foolish Fates. This was loftie. Now,
¶name the rest of the Players. This is Ercles vaine, a tyrants
¶vaine: A louer is more condoling.
¶Quin. Francis Flute, the Bellowes mender?
305Flu. Here Peeter Quince.
315ramus my louer deare, thy Thysby deare, & Lady deare.
¶Star. Here Peeter Quince.
¶Tom Snowte, the Tinker?
325Snowt. Here Peter Quince.
¶Snugge, the Ioyner, you the Lyons part: And I hope here
¶is a Play fitted.
¶Snug. Haue you the Lyons part written? Pray you, if it
¶Quin. You may doe it, extempore: for it is nothing but
¶roaring.
¶Bott. Let mee play the Lyon to. I will roare, that I will
¶doe any mans heart good to heare mee. I will roare, that
335I will make the Duke say; Let him roare againe: let him
¶roare againe.
¶that were inough to hang vs all.
¶out of their wits, they would haue no more discretion, but
¶to hang vs: but I will aggrauate my voice so, that I wil
¶roare you as gently, as any sucking doue: I will roare you,
345and 'twere any Nightingale.
¶Quin. You can play no part but Piramus: for Piramus is a
¶mers day; a most louely gentlemanlike man: therefore
350you must needes play Piramus.
¶to play it in?
¶Quin. Why? what you will.
355your Orange tawnie bearde, your purple in graine beard,
¶or your french crowne colour beard, your perfit yellow.
¶Quin. Some of your french crownes haue no haire at all;
¶and then you will play bare fac't. But maisters here are
¶you, to con them by to morrow night: and meete me in
¶the palace wood, a mile without the towne, by Moone-
¶light; there will wee rehearse: for if wee meete in the city,
365In the meane time, I will draw a bill of properties, such as
¶our play wants. I pray you faile me not.
370Quin. At the Dukes oke wee meete.
