The Complete Works of Shakespeare. William Shakespeare
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you sate smiling at his cruel prey.
Lysander! what, remov’d? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing gone? No sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? Speak, and if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? then I well perceive you are not nigh:
Either death, or you, I’ll find immediately.
Exit.
¶
ACT III
[Scene I]
Enter the Clowns [Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and Starveling].
Bot. Are we all met?
Quin. Pat, pat; and here’s a marvail’s convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tiring-house, and we will do it in action as we will do it before the Duke.
Bot. Peter Quince!
Quin. What sayest thou, bully Bottom?
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?
Snout. By’r lakin, a parlous fear.
Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
Bot. Not a whit! I have a device 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 kill’d 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.
Quin. Well; we will have such a prologue, and it shall be written in eight and six.
Bot. No; make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?
Star. I fear it, I promise you.
Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your[selves], to bring in (God shield us!) a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to look to’t.
Snout. Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.
Bot. Nay; you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion’s neck, and he himself muse speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect: “Ladies,” or “Fair ladies, I would wish you,” or “I would request you,” or “I would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life. No! I am no such thing; I am a man as other men are”; and there indeed let him name his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
Quin. Well; it shall be so. But there is two hard things: that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight.
Snout. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?
Bot. A calendar, a calendar! Look in the almanac. Find out moonshine, find out moonshine.
Quin. Yes; it doth shine that night.
[Bot.] Why then may you leave a casement of the great chamber window (where we play) open; and the moon may shine in at the casement.
Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lantern, and say he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby (says the story) did talk through the chink of a wall.
Snout. You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?
Bot. Some man or other must present Wall; and let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every mother’s son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin. When you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and so every one according to his cue.
Enter Robin [Puck, behind].
Puck.
What hempen home-spuns have we swagg’ring here,
So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?
What, a play toward? I’ll be an auditor,
An actor too perhaps, if I see cause.
Quin.
Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.
Bot.
“Thisby, the flowers of odious savors sweet”—
Quin.
[Odorous], odorous.
Bot.
– “odors savors sweet;
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
But hark; a voice! Stay thou but here a while,
And by and by I will to thee appear.”
Exit.
[Puck.]
A stranger Pyramus than e’er played here.
[Exit.]
Flu. Must I speak now?
Quin. Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.
Flu.
“Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
Of color like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,
I’ll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny’s tomb.”
Quin. “Ninus’ tomb,” man. Why, you must not speak that yet. That you answer to Pyramus. You speak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter. Your cue is past; it is ‘never tire.’
Flu. O—“As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.”
[Enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass’s head.]
Bot. “If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.”
Quin. O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted. Pray, masters, fly, masters! Help!
[Exeunt Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling.]
Puck.
I’ll follow you, I’ll lead you about a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire,
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Exit.
Bot.