17701702or nothing.

17721704Bot. Where are these lads? Where are these harts?

17731705Quin. Bottom, ? most couragious day! O most happy

17741706houre!

17751707Bott. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but aske 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 presently at the palace, euery man looke ore his part.

17831715For, the short and the long is, our play is preferd. In any

17841716case 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 most deare Actors, 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.

17891721No more wordes. Away, go away.

17931723Hip. Tis strange, my Theseus, that these louers speake of.

17941724The. More straunge then true. I neuer may beleeue

17951725These antique fables, nor these Fairy toyes.

17961726Louers, and mad men haue such seething braines,

17971727Such shaping phantasies, that apprehend more,

17981728Then coole reason euer comprehends. The lunatick,

17991729The louer, and the Poet are of imagination all compact.

18011730One sees more diuels, then vast 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