A Midsommer nightes dreame.
18071736Vnknowne: the Poets penne turnes them to
shapes,
18081737And giues to ayery nothing, a locall habitation,
18091738And a name. Such trickes hath
strong imagination,
18101739That if it would but apprehend
some ioy,
18111740It comprehends
some bringer of that ioy.
18121741Or in the night, imagining
some feare,
18131742How ea
sie is a bu
sh suppos'd a Beare?
18141743Hyp. But, all the
story of the night told ouer,
18151744And all their minds tran
sfigur'd
so together,
18161745More witne
sseth than fancies images,
18171746And growes to
something of great con
stancy:
18181747But how
soeuer,
strange and admirable.
18191748Enter Louers; Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia and 18211750The. Here come the louers, full of ioy and mirth.
18221751Ioy, gentle friends, ioy and fre
sh daies
18241753Lys. More then to vs, waite in your royall walkes, your
18261755The. Come now: what ma
skes, what daunces
shall wee
(haue, 18281756To weare away this long age of three hours, betweene
18291757Or after
supper, & bed-time? Where is our v
suall manager
18301758Of mirth? What Reuels are in hand? Is there no play,
18321759To ea
se the angui
sh of a torturing hower? Call
Philostrate.
18341760Philostrate. Here mighty
Theseus.
18351761The. Say, what abridgement haue you for this euening?
18371762What ma
ske, what mu
sicke? How
shall we beguile
18381763The lazy tyme, if not with
some delight?
18391764Philost. There is a briefe, how many
sports are ripe.
18401765Make choyce, of which your Highne
sse will
see
fir
st.
18411766The. The battell with the
Centaures to be
sung,
18421767By an
Athenian Eunuche, to the Harpe?
18431768Weele none of that. That haue I tolde my loue,
18441769In glory of my kin
sman
Hercules.
18451770The ryot of the tip
sie
Bachanals,
Tea-