A Midsommer nightes dreame.
17721704Bot. Where are the
se lads? Where are the
se harts?
17731705Quin. Bottom, ? mo
st couragious day! O mo
st happy
17751707Bott. Ma
sters, I am to di
scour
se wonders: but a
ske me
17761708not what. For if I tell you, I am not true
Athenian. I will
17771709tell you euery thing right as it fell out.
17781710Quin. Let vs heare,
sweete
Bottom.
17791711Bot. Not a word of mee. All that I will tell you, is, that
17801712the Duke hath dined. Get your apparrell together, good
17811713strings to your beardes, new ribands to your pumpes,
17821714meete pre
sently at the palace, euery man looke ore his part.
17831715For, the
short and the long is, our play is preferd. In any
17841716ca
se let
Thisby haue cleane linnen: and let not him, that
17851717plaies the Lyon, pare his nailes: for they
shall hang out
17861718for the Lyons clawes. And mo
st deare A
ctors, eate no O
- 17871719nions nor garlicke: for we are to vtter
sweete breath: and
17881720I do not doubt but to hear them
say, it is a
sweete Comedy.
17921722Enter Theseus, Hyppolita, and Philostrate. 17931723Hip. Tis
strange, my
Theseus, that the
se louers
speake of.
17941724The. More
straunge then true. I neuer may beleeue
17951725The
se antique fables, nor the
se Fairy toyes.
17961726Louers, and mad men haue
such
seething braines,
17971727Such
shaping phanta
sies, that apprehend more,
17981728Then coole rea
son euer comprehends. The lunatick,
17991729The louer, and the Poet are of imagination all compa
ct.
18011730One
sees more diuels, then va
st hell can holde:
18021731That is the mad man. The louer, all as frantick,
18031732Sees
Helens beauty in a brow of
AEgypt.
18041733The Poets eye, in a
fine frenzy, rolling, doth glance
18051734From heauen to earth, from earth to heauen. And as
18061735Imagination bodies forth the formes of things
Vn-