ried; if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men. Flute. O, sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life; he could not have scaped sixpence a day. An the duke had not given him sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he would have deserved it, sixpence a day in Pyramus, or nothing. Enter BOTTOM Bottom. Where are these lads? where are these hearts? Quince. Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour! Bottom. Masters, I am to discourse wonders; but ask me not what, for if I tell you I am no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. Quince. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Bottom. Not a word of me. is that the duke hath dined. All that I will tell you Get your apparel to 20 30 gether, good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And, 40 most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away! go, away! [Exeunt. L Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, and Attendants Hippolyta. T is strange, my Theseus, that these lovers. speak of. Theseus. 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 One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman; the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt; The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Such tricks hath strong imagination That, if it would but apprehend some joy, Hippolyta. But all the story of the night told over, And grows to something of great constancy, But, howsoever, strange and admirable. Theseus. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts! IO 20 Lysander. More than to us 30 Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed! Theseus. Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?· Call Philostrate. Philostrate. Here, mighty Theseus. Theseus. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening? What masque? what music? How shall we beguile 40 Philostrate. There is a brief how many sports are ripe ; Make choice of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper. Theseus. [Reads] The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung 6 By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.' We 'll none of that; that have I told my love, [Reads] The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. 50 [Reads] The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Of Learning, late deceas'd in beggary.' That is some satire, keen and critical, That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow. 60 Philostrate. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, Which is as brief as I have known a play; Theseus. What are they that do play it? Philostrate. Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, Which never labour'd in their minds till now, And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories Theseus. And we will hear it. Philostrate. No, my noble lord, It is not for you; I have heard it over, |