Ta ***** SCENE changes to the Town, ni? Enter Quince," Flute, Snowe, and Starveling. 9 Quin. L AVE you sent to Bottom's houle? is he come H

home yeti, zoals Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported. 9784

Flu. If he come not, then the play is marr'd. It goes not forward, doch it

Quin. It is not poslible; you have not a man, in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he.

Flu. No, he hath simply the best wit of any handycraft man in Athens,

Quin. Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice.

Flu. You must say, paragon ; (22) a paramour is (God bless us!) a thing of naught.

Enter Snug 3 Snuga Masters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married ; if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made meni, 13

Flu. O sweet bully Bottom ! thus hath be loft fixe pence a day during his life ; he could not have 'scap'd fix-pence a-day; an the Duke had not given him lixpence a day for playing Pyramus. I'll be hang'd: he would have deserv'd it. Six-pence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing

Enter Bottom. Bot. Where are these lads ? where are these hearts ?

d'ter: which the wise Editors not understanding, concluded, cwo Words were erroneously got together ; fo, splitiing them, and clapping in an b, produced the present Reading at ber,

in A . Reading, sure, of Nougbt. My Change of a Gngle Letter gives a very important Change to the Humour of the Paliage.com A Thing of naught, means, a naughty Thing, little bester than doice right Bawdry.

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Quin. Bottom! O most courageons day ! o most happy hour!

Bor. Masters, I am to discourse wonders, bat ak me not what; for, if I tell you, I am' no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing as it fell out.

Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottorn.

Bot. Not a word of me; all I will tell you is, that the Duke hath dined. Get your apparel 'together, good frings 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 preferr'd : in any case, let T bisby have clean linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they thall hang out for the lion's claws; and, most dear actors ! eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath ; and I do not doubt to hear them say, it is a moft fweet: comedy. No more words ; away; go away. [Excunt.


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TIS trange, niy I heleus, what these lovers speak of...
The. More strange than true. I never may

T'hele antick fables, nor these fairy toys;
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such thaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatick, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact':

vol. 58 on I One sees more devils than valt helf can hold;? The madman. While the lover, áll as frantick, sid. Sees Fièlen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rowling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven


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And, as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shape, and gives to aiery nothing
A local habitation and a name,
Such tricks hath Arong iimagination,
That if he would but apprehend fome joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joyi
Or in the night imagining fome fear,
How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear ?

Hip. But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds gransfigurd fo together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images,
And grows to something of great constancy ;
But, how fever, frange and admirable.
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Enter Lyfander, Demetrius, Hermia and Helena.
The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
Joy: gende friends ; joy and freth days of love
Accompany your heart's.

Lyf. Mote than to us,
Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed.

The. Come now, what masks, what dances shall we have,
To wear away this long age of three hours,
Between our after-fupper and bed-zime?
Where is our ufual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand ? is there no play,
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?

Call Philofirates!

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Enter Phileftrates Philoft. Here, mighty T befius. Tbe. Say, what abridgment have you for this evening? What maique ? what mufick ? how shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight?

Philoh. There is a brief, how many sports are ripe : Make choice of which your Highness will see first.

[Giving a Paper . The, reads.) Thę barle with the Centaurs, to be Jung By an Athenian eunuch to the barp.


in their 128 A Midsummer-Nigbt's Dreem. We'll none of that.. That I have told my love, In glory of my kinsman Hercules, Tbe çiot of the tip Bacchanals, Tearing ibe Thracian finger in their rage, That is an old device; and it was plaid, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. the thrice three Mules mourning for the death, 3; 37 Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. That is some satire, keen and critical ; Not forting with a nuptial ceremony. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, And his love Tbilbe ; very tragical mirtba! 931.79 Merry and tragical i tedious and brief? That is hot Ice, and wonderous strange Snow.) 5:9 W How fall' we find the concord of this discord: M

Pbiloft. A play there is, my lord, fome ten words long; Which is as brief, as I have known a playiwedda But by ten words, my lord, it is too long as coli. Which makes it tedious; for in all the play'i 10 10 There is not one word apt, one player fittedes s'bon

tragical, 1ay noble Iord, iç is: For Pyramus therein doth kill himself, Which, when I saw, rehears’d, I muß confesso in stof. Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tear's land The pallion of loud laughter never shed.

The. What are they, that do play it?

Philoft. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, Which never labourd in their minds 'uill now; And now have toild their unbreath'd memories With this same play against your nuptials. I be. And we will hear it,

i Pbilof No, my noble lord, It is not for you. I have heard it over,

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When fimpleness and duty tender it.
Go, bring them in, and take your places, ladies.

[Exit. Phil. Hip. I love nor to fee wretchednéss-o'ercharg'd, And duty in his ferviceperithing

The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind.

The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
Our fport shall be, to take what they mistake;
And what poor (willing) duty cannot do, (23)
Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcome;
Where I have seen them fhiver and look

Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
And, in conclufion, dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
Out of this filenee yet I pick'd a welcome :
And in the modefty of fearful duty
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of faucy and audacious eloqoence.
Love therefore, and tongue-ry'd fimplicity,
In leaft fpeak most, to my capacity.

si v Enter Philoftrate. Philof. So please your Grace, the prologue is addrest. Tbe, Let him'approach,

Flour. Trum Enter Quitce, for the prologue. Prol. If we offend, it is with our

good will. That

you fhould think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To thew our fimple skill,

That is the true beginning of our end,
(22) And qubat poor dury cannot do, noble Respect

Takes it in Might, noe Merit.] What Ears bave these poetical Editors, to palm this firft Line upon us as e Verfe of Shakespear? *Tis certain, an Epithet hade fliprout, and I have ventur'd ta sem More such a one as the Sense may dispense with ; and which makes The two Verses flowing and perfect.





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