A Midsommer nightes dreame.
18461771Tearing the
Thracian singer, in their rage?
18471772That is an olde deui
se: and it was plaid,
18481773When I from
Thebes came la
st a conquerer.
18491774The thri
se three Mu
ses, mourning for the death
18501775Of learning, late decea
st, in beggery?
18511776That is
some
Satire keene and criticall,
18521777Not
sorting with a nuptiall ceremony.
18531778A tedious briefe Scene of young
Pyramus 18541779And his loue
Thisby; very tragicall mirth?
18551780Merry, and tragicall? Tedious, and briefe? That is hot I
se,
18561781And
wōdrous strange
snow. How
shall we
find the cōcord
18581783Philost. A Play there is, my Lord,
some ten words long;
18591784Which is as briefe, as I haue knowne a play:
18601785But, by ten words, my Lord it is too long:
18611786Which makes it tedious. For in all the Play,
18621787There is not one word apt, one player
fitted.
18631788And tragicall, my noble Lord, it is. For
Pyramus,
18641789Therein, doth kill him
selfe. Which when I
saw
18651790Rehear
st, I mu
st confe
sse, made mine eyes water:
18661791But more merry teares the pa
ssion of loud laughter
18681793These. What are they, that doe play it?
18691794Phil. Hard handed men, that worke in
Athens here,
18701795Which neuer labour'd in their minds till now:
18711796And now haue toyled their vnbreathed memories,
18721797With this
same Play, again
st your nuptiall.
18741799Phi. No, my noble Lord, it is not for you. I haue heard
18751800It ouer, and it is nothing, nothing in the world;
18761801Vnle
sse you can
finde
sport in their entents,
18771802Extreamely
stretcht, and cond with cruell paine,
18791804The. I will heare that play. For neuer any thing
18801805Can be ami
sse, when
simplene
sse and duety tender it.
Goe