 An up shall our word draw, Savesprings in another moon, Thinks how slow. She lingers mad as sire, Step a day more and I will juggle on. In heaven shall behold The night of our calamity. Great, stir up the ethereals, The pale companion is not for our palm. If all is done, I will be with my sword In one line love. These years I'll renown it, Duke. Thanks, good ajeus. What's the news with thee? Full of excation come I With complaint against my child, My daughter Hermia. Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, this man Have my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander. And my gracious Duke, This hath bewitched the bosom Of my child. Thou, thou Lysander, Thou hast given her rhymes And to interchange love tokens With my child. Thou hast by moonlight Always verses of feigning love And stolen the impression of her fantasies. With cunning hast thou filtered my daughter's heart And turned to her obedience, Which is due to me, to stubborn harshness. And my gracious Duke, be it so, She will not hear before your grace Consent to marry with Demetrius. I beg the ancient privilege of Athens. As she is mine, I may dispose of her. Which shall be either to this gentleman here Or to her death according to our law Immediately provided in that case. What say you, Hermia? To you your father should be as a god One that composed your beauties Yea, and one to whom you are But is the form and wax by him imprinted And within his power to leave the figure Or disfigure it, Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. So is Lysander. In himself he is. But in this kind, wanting your father's voice The other must be held the worthier. I would, my father, look but with my eyes. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold How it may concern my modesty And such a presence here to plead my thoughts. But I beseech your grace that I may know the worst. Either to die the death Or to abjure forever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires. Know of your youth, examine well your blood. Whether you yield not to your father's choice You can endure the livery of a nun. So will I. I'm to pause, and by the next new moon The sealing day betwixt my love and me Forever lasting bond of fellowship. Upon that day Either prepare to die for disobedience To your father's will Or else to wed Demetrius as he would Or on Diana's altar to protest For a austerity in single life. Relent, sweet Hermia, and Lysander Yield thy crazy title to my certain right. You have her father's love, Demetrius. Let me have Hermia's. Do you marry him? Scorn for Lysander. True, he hath my love. And what is mine, my love may render him. And she is mine, and all my right I do estate unto Demetrius. I am, my lord, as well-derived as he, as well-possessed. My love is more than his. My fortunes every way as fairly ranked If not with vantage as Demetrius. And which is more than all these boasts can be. I am beloved of beauty as Hermia. Why should not I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, all a voucher to his head Made luck to Neater's daughter, Helena, And won her soul. And she, sweet lady, dotes The valley dotes, dotes in thy doletry Upon this spotted, any constant man. I must confess, I have heard so much And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof But being over-full of self-affairs My mind did lose it. But Demetrius, come and come, Agius, you shall go with me. I have some private schooling for you both. For you, fair Hermia, Look you on yourself to fit your fancies To your father's will. Or else the law of Athens you'll drew up Which by no means we can extenuate Either to death or to vow of single life. Come, Apolita. But cheer, my love. It's a business against our nuptial And confirm you something nearly that concerns Yourselves. With duty and desire we follow you. How numb, my love. Why is your cheek so pale? How chance arose is there to fade so fast? To be like for want to rain Which I could well beteam them from the tempest Of my eyes. I mean, for ought that I could ever read Could ever hear by Taylor history The course of true love never did run smooth. If then true lovers have been ever crossed In Athens as an edict in destiny Then let us teach our trial patience Because it is a customary cross As due to love, as in thoughts and dreams And sighs, wishes and tears Poor fancies' followers. A good persuasion. Therefore, hear me, Hermia. I have a way to want a dowager of great revenue And she has no child. For Athens is her house from both seven leagues And she respects me as her only son. They're gentle, Hermia. May I marry thee. That place of sharp Athenian law cannot pursue us. If thou loves me And still forth thy father's house tomorrow night And in the wood a league without the town Then will I stay for thee. My good lie, Sender. I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow By his best arrow with the golden head By all the vows that ever men have broke In number more than ever women spoke In that same place thou hast appointed me Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee. Keep promise, love. Here comes Helena. Godspeed, fair Helena, with her way. Call you me fair. That fair again, unsay. Demetrius loves your fair, oh happy fair. Your eyes are lodestars And your tongue sweet air more tunable Than lark to shepherd's ear. Teach me how you look and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. I thought your frowns could teach my smile Such skill. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. And the more he follows me. The more I love, the more he hates with me. Who has folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. None but your beauty, but that fault were mine. Take comfort. He no more shall see my face. Lysander and myself will fly this place. Before the time I did Lysander see Seemed Athens as a paradise to me. Oh, then what graces in my love do dwell That he hath turned to heaven unto a hell. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold. Tomorrow night when Phoebe Doth With her silver visage in the watery glass Decking with liquid pearl-the-plated grass A time that lovers Lysander still conceal Through Athens gates have we devised to steal. And in the wood we're often you and I Upon fate, Primrose beds were want to lie Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet. There my Lysander and myself shall meet. And thence from Athens, turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet-played fellow. Pray thou for us, and good luck, Good luck, grant thee thy Demetrius. Keep word, Lysander. We must starve our sight from lovers' food Till tomorrow deep midnight. I won't mind her, Mia. Helen, adieu. As you want him, Demetrius dot on you. Happy some or other some can be Through Athens I'm thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so. He will not know. He will go tell him of. For this intelligence, if I have faith, It is a dear expense. Which is thought fit in all Athens to play In our interlude before the Duke and Duchess On his wedding day at night. First, could Peter Quince say what the play treats on? Then read the names of the actors And so grow to a point. Mary, our play is the most lamentable comedy And most cruel death. Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves. Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver. Ready? Name what part I am for and proceed. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. What is Pyramus? A lover or a tyrant? A lover that kills himself most gallant for love. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it. If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes. I will move stone for a tyrant. I could play Air Cleese, Rarely, Or a part to terror cat in to make all split. The prison gates and Phoebuses' car Show the rest of the players. Francis Flute. This is Air Cleese vane, a tyrant's vane. A lover is more a... Flute, the bellows' mender. Here, Peter Quince. Flute, you must take Thisby on you. What is Thisby? A wandering knight? It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Nah, as small as you will. And I may hide my face. Let me play Thisby too. I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. Thisney. Flute, you Thisby. Well, proceed. Robin Starvelyn, the tailor. Here, Peter Quince. Robin Starvelyn, you must play Thisby's mother. Tom Snout, the tinker. Here, Peter Quince. You, Pyramus' father, myself, Thisby's father, Snug the joiner. You, the lion's part. And I hope here is a play finished. Have you the lion's part written? Pray you. Give it me. For I am slow of study. Oh, you may play this tempor. For it is nothing but roaring. I will roar that I will make. I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar that I will make the duke say. You terribly. You would fright the judges and the ladies that they would shriek. And that were enough to hang us all. That would hang us every mother's style. I grant you friends, if you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us. But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove. I will roar you and for any nightingale. Park but Pyramus. For Pyramus is a sweet-faced man. A proper man is what shall see on a summer's day. A most lovely gentleman-like man. Therefore you must need to play Pyramus. Well, Layton, why would you... I will discharge it in either your straw-colored beard, your orange-tawney beard, your purple-ingrained beard, or your French crown-colored beard, your perfect yellow. Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. But matters, here are your parts, and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you to con them by tomorrow night and meet me in the palace wood one mile without the town by moonlight. There will be rehearse. For if we meet in the city, we will be docked with company and our devices known. In the meantime, I will draw a bill of property, such as our play wants. Rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Take pains, be perfect, as you, Tanya. What, jealous? I have foresworn his bed and company. Terri! And on the shape of corn sat all day playing on pipes of corn and versing love to Amherst Philida. Why art thou here? For soon, and mistress, and your warrior love, Tothesius must be wedded, and you come to give their bed, joy, and prosperity. How canst thou thus for shame? Tanya glanced at my credit with apolita, knowing I know the forgeries of jealousy. And never since the middle summer spring met we on here by Rushybrook, or on the beached margin to the sea to dance our ringlets to the whistling wind. But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, as in revenge, have sucked up from the sea contagious faults, which falling in the land hath every peltine river made so proud that they have overborn their continents. Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, pale in her anger, washes all the air that rheumatic diseases do abound. And thorough this distemperature we see the seasons alter. Horry-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, and on old heems thin and icy crown, an odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds is as in mockery set. The spring, the summer, the childing autumn, angry winter change their won'ted liveries. And the mazed world by their increase now knows not which is which. And this same progeny of evils comes from our debate, from our dissension, we are their parents and original. Do you amend it then? It lies in you. Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy to be my henchmen. Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me. His mother was a votress of my order, and in the spiced Indian air by night full, often hath she gossiped by my side. But she, being mortal of that boy, did die, and for her sake do I rear up her boy, and for her sake I will not part with him. How long within these wards intend you stay? Per chance, till after Vesius' wedding day. If you will patiently dance in our round and see our moonlight revels, go with us. If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Give me the boy, and I will go with thee. Not for thy fairy kingdom! We shall shy downright if I longer stay. Well, go thy way. Thou shalt not from this grove till I torment thee for this injury. Thou rememberest since once I sat upon a promontory and heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath that the rude sea grew civil at her song, and certain stars shot madly from their spheres to hear the scene maid's music. I remember? That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, flying between the cold moon and the earth, cupid all armed. A certain aim he took at a fair vessel thrown in by the west, and loosed his love shaft smartly from his bow as it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts. Yet, marked I, with both the cupid fell, it fell upon a little western flower before milk white now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it love and idleness. Fetch me this flower, the herb I showed thee once. The juice of it on sleeping islands laid will make all man or woman madly doped upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb and looks, thou meet me ere the Viking can swim in thee. I'll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes. Having once this juice I'll watch Titania when she's asleep I will drop the liquor of it in her eyes. The next thing then she waking looks upon, be it a lion bear or wolf or bull, on meddling monkeys or on busy ape, she shall pursue it with a soul of love. And ere I take this charm from off her sight, as I could take it with another herb, I'll make her render up her page to me. But who comes here? I'm invisible and I will overhear that confidence. Ha! I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander and Fair Hermia? The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. Thou toldst me they were stolen unto this wood, and now here am I in wood within this wood for I cannot meet my Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, follow me no more. You draw me, you hard hearted adamant, yet you draw not iron for my heart is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw, and I shall have no power to follow you. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Or rather do I not, in plainest truth, tell you that I do not, nor I cannot love you. And even for that do I love you the more. From your spaniel and Demetrius the more you beat me, I will fawn on you. Use me, but as your spaniel, strike me, spurn me, neglect me, lose me, only give me leave unworthy as I have to follow you. Tent not too much the hatred of my spirit, for I am sick when I do look on thee. And I am sick when I look not on thee. Do it, peach your modesty too much, to leave the city and commit yourself into the hands of one who loves you not, to trust the opportunity of night and the ill counsel of a desert place for the rich worth of your virginity. For it is not night when I do see your face, therefore I think I am not in the night, nor doth this wood-luck worlds of company for you and my respect are all the world. Then how could it be said I am alone when all the world is here to look on me? I'll run from thee and hide me in the breaks and leave thee to the mercy of the wild beasts. The wildest hath not such a heart as you, shall be changed. Or if thou follow me, do not believe but I shall do thee mischief in the wood. I in the tumble, the tail of the field, you do me mischief. And I, my sex, we cannot fight for love as men may do. We should be wounded, we're not made to move. To leave this grove, thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love. Has that the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. Aye, there it is. Bravely givet me, bank where the wild, where ox slip and the wild grows, quite over canopy with luscious wood-bind with sweet musk roses and with eglentine. It sleeps to Tanya some time of the night, lulled in these flowers with dances and in our delight. And there the snake throws her enameled skin weed wide enough to wrap a farion. With the juice of this I'll streak her eyes and make a fool of hateful fantasies. Take thou some of it. And seek through this grove a sweet Athenian lady is in love with the disdainful youth. Anoint his eyes but do it when the next thing he aspires may be the lady. Thou shalt know the Athenian by the garments he hath on. Affected with some care that he may prove more fond on her than she upon her love. And look, some, meet me ere the first cock. Woo! Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so! Then for the third part of a minute, hence, some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, some war with reromies for their leather and wings to make my small elves coats, and some get centenile. Thou cease when thou dost wake do it for thy true love's take love and languish for his sake, bid ounce or cat or bear part or bore with bristled air. In thy eye that shall appear when thou wakest it is thy dear. Wake when some bile thing is near. You faint with wandering in the wood and to speak truth I have forgot our way. Well, rest us, Hermia, if you think it good and tarry for the comfort of the day. Be it so, Lysander. A turf-shell service pillow for us both. One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one trofe. Nay, good Lysander! For my sake, my dear, lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Oh, take this sense, sweet of my innocence. Then by your side no bed you may deny for lying so, Hermia. I do not lie. Lysander riddles very prettily. Now, much be sure my manners and my pride if Hermia meant to say Lysander lie. But gentle friend, for love and courtesy lie further off in human modesty. Such separation as may well be said becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid. So far be distant and good night, sweet friend. Thy love, Narraltor, till thy sweet life end. Amen, amen to that fair prayer, say I. And then end life when I end my loyalty. Here is my bed. Sleep, give thee all his rest. With half that wish, the wishers' eyes be blessed. But Athenian found I none on whose eyes I might approve this flower's force and stirring love. Night and silence. Who is here? Leeds of Athens he doth wear. This sleeping sound on the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul, she lies near this lack love, this kill courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes, I throw all the power this charm doth owe. And when thou wakest, let love forbid sleep his seat on thy eyelid. So, awake when I am gone, for I must assault tears. If so, my eyes are often are washed than hers. No, no. I am as ugly as a big marvel Demetrius do as a monster fly my presence thus. But who is here? Lysander on the ground? I see no blood, no wound. Lysander if you live, good sir, awake! And run through fire, I will for thy sweet sake. Transparent Helena, nature shows art that through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fit a word is that vile name to perish on my sword. Do not say so, Lysander, say not so. What though he love your Hermia Lord, what though? And Hermia still loves you, then be content! Consent with Hermia? No! I do repent the tedious minutes I with her have spent. Not Hermia, but Helena I love. You will not change a raven for a dove. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? So not enough we look from Demetrius I, but you must flaunt my insufficiency as soon as you do, for true gentleness. She sees not Hermia. Hermia sleep thou there, and never mayest thou come, Lysander, near. And all my powers address your loving might, to honor Helen, and to be her knight. Help me, Lysander. We are stage, and we will do it in action as we will do it before the doom. Peter Quintz, what sayest thou, bully bottom? There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thyspe that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself, which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? By a lock and a parlor sphere. I believe we must leave the killing out when all is done. Not to wit. I have advice to make all well. Write me a prologue, and let the prologue seem to say we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed. And for the more better assurance tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but bottom the weaver. This will put them out of fear. Well, we will have such a prologue. Put down every mother's son and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin. When you have spoken your speech, enter into that break, and so everyone, according to his cue. What hemp and homespun have we swaggering here? So near the cradle of the fairy queen. A stranger Pyramus, an airplane here. Must I speak now? But to see a noise, said he, heard, and is to come again. Most ready to fight a few. The time of horse will be some time a hound, a hog, a headless bear, some time a fire, and roar, and burn, like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire. At every turn. Why do they run away? This is a navery of them. To make me a f- What do I say on thee? Through the wren with little quill. There's much enamored always mine iron. There's no reason for that. And yet to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. The more the pity that some honest neighbors will not make them friends. Not so, neither. But if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve my own turn. Out of this wood do not desire to go. Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate. The summer's still doth tend upon my state. And I do love thee. Under if Titania be await, then what it was which next came in her eye was she must dot on an extremity. How now, mad spirit, what night rule now about this haunted grove? My mistress with a monster near to her close a consecrated bower while she was in her dole and sleeping hour, a crew of patches, ruled mechanicals that work for bread upon Athenian stalls, were met together to her herse of play, intended for great deeceous nuptial day. The shallowest thick skin of that barren sort, who Pyramus presented in their sport, forsook his scene and entered in a break. When I did him at this advantage take and ass his knoll I fixed it on his head and on his this be must be answered and forth my mimic comes when they him spy away his bellows fly. I led them on this distracted fear and left sweet Pyramus translated there. So in that moment it came to pass, to Tanya waked and straight way, loved an ass, blatched the Athenian with the love juice as I did bid thee do. I took him sleeping that is finished too and the Athenian woman by his side that when he waked of force she must be eyed. Stand aside this is the same Athenian this is the woman but not this the man Why rebuke him that loves you so lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe but gyde but I should use thee worse for thou dead so grim. So should the murder look and so should I pierce through the heart with your stern cruelty yet you the murderer look as bright as clear as yonder venus in her glimmering spear What's this to my life Sander where it I'd rather give his harkest to my house henceforth be never numbered among men You spend your passion on a misprised mood I am not guilty of life Sander's blood nor is he dead for all that I can tell I pray thee tell me then that he is well and if I could what should I get therefore? A privilege never to see me more and from thy hate it There is no following her in this fierce vein here therefore for a while I will remain so sorrow's heaviness tuth heavier grow for death the bankrupt sleepeth sorrow own which now in sums like measure it will pay if for his tender here I make some stay What has thou done thou hast mistaken quite and laid the love juice on some true love sight of thine misprison must perforce ensue some true love turned and not a false turn true About the wood girl swifty then the wind and hell enough Athens look thou find oh fancy six years the pale of cheer with sighs of love that cost the fresh blood dear my some illusion cease now bring her here I'll charm his eyes again she do up here I go look how I go swifter than arrow from the tarter's bow ahhh this purple die hit with cuban's artery sink an apple of his eye let her shine as gloriously as the venus when thou wakest here she be ba mister find me on fantasy will two at once one that must needs be spoiled those things do best please me look when I vow I weep and vows so born in their nativity all truth appears how can these things in mead seem scorn to you bury the patch of faith to prove them true you do advance with cunning more and more when truth kills truth of devilish holy freight with oath and you will nothing way these vows to her and me put in two scales will even way and both as light as tails I had no judgment when to her I swore you're none in my mind now you get for Demetrius loves her and he loves not you oh divine to what my love shall I compare thine eye crystal is muddy oh how ripened she'll thy lips those kissing cherries tempting grow that pure congealed white high torus a snow fan with the eastern wind turns to it's a pure white the seal of bliss a spite where men as men you are and show you and not use it gently so two thousand contractures up in a poor maid's eyes with your duration none of noble servants so offend a virgin an external poor soul's patience all to make you sport you're unkind Demetrius be not so for you love Hermia this you know I know and with all goodwill with all my heart in Hermia's love I yield you up my part and yours of Helen to me bequeath whom I do love and will do till my death never did mockers waste more idle breath Lysander keep thy Hermia I will none if ere I loved her all that love is gone moving heart to her but is guess why sir Jordan now to Helen is at home returned there to remain Helen it is not so disparage not the faith thou dost not know lest to thy peril thou will buy it dear look where thy love comes yonder is thy dear the suction takes the ear more quick of apprehension makes wherein it doth impair the seeing said brought me to thy sound but why unkindly didst thou leave me so why should he stay whom love doth press to go would love could press Lysander from my side Lysander's love that not let him buy fair Helen who mourn glies the night than all yon fiery o's and eyes of light why seekst thou me could not this make thee know the hate I bear thee made me leave thee so you speak not as you think you cannot be lo she is one of this confederacy praise Hermia well this could try to bait me with this foul derision is all the counsel we too have shared the sisters vows the hours that we have spent when we have chid the hasty footed time for parting us oh is all forgot I am amazed at your passionate words I for me have you not said Lysander as in scorn and face and major other left Demetrius who even but now did spur me with his foot to call me goddess nymph divine rare precious celestial wherefore they see this to her he hates and wherefore doth Lysander deny your love so rich within his soul and tender me pursuit affection but by your setting on by your consent what though I be not so in grace as you so hung upon with love so fortunate but miserable most to love unloved this you should pity rather than despise I understand not what you mean by this I think at each other hold this to me chest up if you had any pity grace or manners you would not make me such an argument but fairly well tis partly my own fault which death or absence soon shall remedy stay gentle Helena hear my excuse my love my life my soul fair Helena oh excellent sweet do not scorn her so if she cannot entreat I could compel can't compel no more than she entreat that threats have no more strength than her weak prayers Helen I love thee by my life I do I swear by that which I will lose for thee to prove him false that says I love the not I say I love thee more than he can do I'll say so withdraw and prove it to quick come Lysander where to tens all this away with you oh no no he'll seem to break loose take on as you would follow but yet come not you are a team man go I'll think that loser I will shake me for me like a I will keep my word I would I had your bond for I perceive a weak bond holds you I'm not trust your word what should I hurt her strike her killer dead although I hate her all that harm her so since night you left me and never did desire to see thee more therefore be out of hope of question of doubt be certain nothing truer tis no jest that I do hate thee I love Helena to Demetrius I told him of your stealth unto this wood you see how simple and how fond I am why get you gone she shall not harm the Helena no sir she shall not but you she was a vixen when we went to school no she who are too officious in her behalf that scorns your services let her alone not her part for if thou dost intend never so little show of love to her thou shall to buy it now she holds me not now fall of doubt dares to try who's right of dying or mine is most in Helena follow or else commits my neighbor is willfully if these lovers seek a place to fight I therefore rob an overcast tonight and lead these testy rivals so astray as one come not within another's way like to Lysander sometimes frame thy tongue then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong and sometimes rare though like Demetrius till over their brow death counterfeiting sleep with leaden legs and baddie wings doth creep then crush this herb into Lysander's eye when they next wake all this derision shall seem a dream and fruitless vision and back to Athens shall the lovers wend with league whose date till death shall never end well Zion this affair do thee employ I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy and then I will her charmed eyes release from monsters view and all things will be peace we may affect this business yet a day up and down up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field and town gobble and lead them up and down ah here comes one Demetrius speak thou now uh huh straight follow me then to play in our grasp to the stars telling the bushes that thou looked for war and will not come and he still dares me on I cooked to where he calls and then he is gone oh the village is much lighter healed than I oh I followed fast but faster did he fly and fallen am I in dark and even way you don't arrest me come thou gentle day but once thou show me thy great light I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite but thou not abide me if thou darest for well I what thou runce before me shifting every place and darest not stand nor look me in the face where art thou now thou shalt buy this deer if ever I thy face by daylight see now go thy way faintness constraineth me to measure out my length on this cold bed thy day's approach look to be visited weary night long and it is night to bathe thy hours shine comforts from the east that I may back to Athens by daylight from these my poor company detest and sleep it sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye steal me a while from my own company yet but three come one more two of both kinds make up for here she comes cursed and sad Cupid is an avish lad thus to make poor females mad never so weary never so in woe these can keep no pace with my desires on the ground sleep sound I'll apply to your eye gentle lover remedy when thou wakest thou takest true delight in the sight of thy former ladies eye and the country proverb known that every man shall have his own in your waking shall be shown Jack shall have Jill not shall go ill but the man shall have his mare again and since we have the veyward of the day my love shall hear the music of my hounds uncoupling the western valley let them go will fair queen up to the mountains top and mark the musical confusion of hounds and echo in conjunction I was with Hercules of Catus once when in a wood of creed they bade the bear with hounds of sparta that I heard such gallant shiding for besides the groves, the skies, the fountains every region near seemed all one mutual cry I never heard so musical a discourse such sweet thunder my hounds are bred of the spartan kind so flued, so sanded and their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew crook need in dew-lapped like vasillian bowls slow in pursuit but matched with mouths like bells each under each a cry more tunable was never hauled to nor cheered with horns and creed in sparta nor in thessaly judge when you hear what nymphs are these? my lord this is my daughter here asleep and this Lysander this Demetrius is and this Helena old Nader's Helena I wonder if they're being here together no doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May and hearing our intent came in grace of our solemnity but speak ajeus is this not the day that Hermia should give answer for her choice it is my lord go bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns to begin these wood birds but to couple now pardon my lord I pray you all stand up I know you two arrival enemies how comes this gentle concord in the world my lord I shall reply amazingly have sleep have waking but as yet I truly cannot say how I came here but as I think truly would I speak and I would do but think me so it is I came with Hermia hither our intent was to be gone from Athens where we might without the peril of the Athenian law enough my lord you have enough I beg the law the law upon his head they would have stolen away they would therefore Demetrius to have defeated you and me you of your wife and me of my consent my consent that she should be your wife my lord fair Helen told me of their stealth of this their purpose hither to this wood and I in fury hither followed them fair Helena in fancy following me but my lord I what not by what power but by some power it is my love for Hermia melted as the snow seems to me now is the remembrance of an idle god which in my childhood I did dot upon and every faith all the virtue of my heart the object and passion of my eye is only Helena to her my lord was I betrothed ere I saw Hermia but like a sickness I did loathe this food but as in health come to my natural taste and now I do wish it love it long for it and will forevermore be true to it fair lovers you are fortunately mad of this discourse we more will hear and on for in the temple by and by with us these couple shall eternally be knit and for the morning now is something more and our proposed hunting shall be set aside away with us to Athens come Hippolyta it's strange my feces that with which these lovers speak of more strange than true I never may believe these antique fables nor these fairy toys lovers and madmen have such seething brains such shaping fantasies that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends the lunatic the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact one sees more devils than vast hell can hold that is the madmen the lover all is frantic sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt the poet's eye and fine frenzy rolling doth glance from heaven to earth from earth to heaven and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown the poet's pen turns them to shape and gives to airy nothing in a name such tricks have strong imagination that if it would but apprehend some joy it comprehends the bringer of that joy or in the night imagining some fear how easy a bush supposed to bear but all the story of the night told over and all their minds transfigured so together were witnesses than fancy's images and grows to something of great constancy the lover's strange and admirable here come the lovers full of joy and mirth joy, gentle friends joy and fresh days of love accompany your hearts more than to us wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed that's just what dances shall we have how shall we wear away the long age of three hours between our after supper and bedtime where is our usual manager of mirth are there no rebels in hand is there not a plate, he's the anguish of a torturing hour might be theseus say, what abridgements have you for this evening what masks, what music how shall we beguile of lazy time if not with some delight there's a brief, how many sports arrive make choice of which your highness will see first the battle of the centaurs to be sung by an Athenian eunuch to the harp, I will have none of that that have I told my loving glory of my kinsman Hercules ooh, the riot of the tipsy back-nose tearing the Thracian singer in their rage that is an old device and it was played when I from Thebes came last to conquer her ooh, the Thracian three muses mourning for the death of learning late deceased in beggary that is some satire, keen and critical not sorting for an actual ceremony a tedious and brief scene of young Pyramus and his love very tragical mirth, merry and tragical tedious and brief why that is hot ice and wondrous strange snow how shall we find the concord for this discord a play there is my lord some ten words long which is as brief as I have not to play but by ten words my lord it is too long which makes it tedious or in all the play there is not one word apt, one player fitted and tragical my noble lord it is for Pyramus therein doth kill himself which when I saw rehearsed I must confess made my eyes water but more merry tears the passion of loud laughter never shed and what are they that do play it hard-handing men that work in Athens here which never labored in their minds till now and now have toiled their unbreath memories in the same play against your nuptial and we will hear it now and it is nothing nothing in the world unless you can find the court in their intense extremely stretched and conned with cruel pain to do you service I will hear that play for never anything can be amiss when simpleness and duty tender it bring them forth and take your place as ladies I love not to hear wretchedness or charge in duty in its service perishing my gentle swede you shall hear no such thing she says they can do nothing of this kind the kind are we to give them thanks for nothing our sport shall be to take what they mistake what poor duty cannot do noble respect takes in might not merit so please your grace the prologue is addressed let them approach to show our simple skill that is the true beginning of our end consider then we come but in despite we do not come as mining to content you our true intent is all of your delight depends on you the actors are at hand and by their show you shall know all that you have to know this fellow does not speak upon points he has written his prologue like a rough gulf he knows not to stop a good moral my lord is not enough to speak but to speak true indeed he has played upon this prologue like a child on a recorder a sound but non-government the speech was like a tangled chain nothing impaired but all disordered who is next here at this show but wonder on shall truth make all things plain this man is pyramids if you will know I'm in rough cast off present wall that bio wall which did these lovers thunder and through walls shaped for souls they were content to whisper at the which let no man wonder this man with lantern dog and bush of thorns present moonshine for if you will know by moonshine did these lovers think no scorn to meet at nine as zoom there, there to womb this grisly beast which lion hight by name the trusty disby coming first by night it scare away or rather did a fright and as she fled her mantle she did fall and lion bio was bloody now and stained a non-cups pyramid since trusty disby's mantle slain were at with blade with bloody blameful blade he bravely broached his boiling bloody breast and disby tearing in mulberry shade his dagger drew and died for all the rest let lion moonshine wall and lovers twain at large discourse while here they do remain I wonder if the lion be to speak oh no wonder my lord one lion may when many asses do in this I meant to loot it off before that I once by name present the wall and touch a wall as I would have you think headed in a cranny to hold a cheek through which the lovers pyramid since disby did whisper off them very secretly this loam this roughcast this stone gosh oh I am that same wall the truth is so here the cranny is right and sinister through it the people of us out the whisper would you desire lime and hair to speak better he is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse my lord silence pyramids trust near the wall oh grim looked night oh night with hues when day is not night oh night this is forgot and wall a wall a sweet a lovely wall that stands between her father's ground and mine wall a wall a sweet and lovely wall show me thy cheek to blink through with mine deceiving me the wall made things being sensible should curse again she should not deceiving me is fizz be skew she is to enter now and I am to spy her through the wall you will see it will all fall past I told you yonder she comes thus wall away thought go now is the wall down between the two neighbors no remedy my lord when walls are so willful to hear without warning this is the silliest stuff that ever I heard the best in this kind are but shadows and the worst so no worse if imagination amend them then it must be your imagination then and not theirs if we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves they may pass for excellent men haha trying to look good great well-moused lion haha and on comes beer so the lion man can it be oh dainty duck make a man look sad be true my heart but I pity the man wherefore nature did thou lion's frame since lion vile hath here deflowered that to find her lover here she comes and her passion ends the play he thinks she should not use a long one for such a pyramid I hope she will be free she has spied him already with sweet eyes and does she means with illicit Britain had played Pyramus and hanged himself in this these garter it would have been a fine tragedy as it truly very notably is but come your burger mass hope that you're at the log alone first to bed is almost fairy time I fear we shall out sleep the coming morn as much as we this night have overwatched this pappable gross play have well beguiled the heavy gates of night this we friends to bed a fortnight hold we this solemnity and nightly rebels and new jollity while the heavy plum and snow wasted brands to glow whilst the scree child's screeching loud puts the wretch that lies in a wall if we shadows have offended think but this and all is mended that you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear and this weak and idle theme no more yielding but a dream Gentles do not reprehend if you pardon we will mend have honor and luck now to escape it's tongue we will make a man's ear long else the puck a lighter call so good night to you all