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[Clock Chiming]

[Clock Chiming]

[ Chiming Continues I

[Chiming Continues]

[ Man I Now, fair Hippolyta...

our nuptial hour draws on apace.

Four happy days bring in another moon.

But, oh. methinks how slow this old moon wanes.

[Hippolyta Chuckles]

She lingers my desires...

like to a stepdame or a dowager...

long withering out a young man's revenue.

[Gasps]

Four' days will quickly steep themselves in night.

Four nights will quickly dream away the time.

And then the moon...

like to a silver bow new bent in heaven...

shall behold the night of our solemnities.

- [ Footsteps] - Go, philistrate.

Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments.

Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword...

and won thy love doing thee injuries...

but X will wed thee in another key...

with pomp,with triumph and with reveling.

Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!

Thanks, good Egeus. What's the news with thee?

Full of vexation come I...

with complaint against my child, my daughter Hermia.

Stand forth, Demetrius!

My noble lord, this man hath my consent to marry her.

Stand forth, Lysander.

And, my gracious duke, this man...

hath bewitched the bosom of my child.

Thou, Lysander, thou has given her rhymes...

and interchanged love tokens with my child.

With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart!

Turned her obedience. which is due to me. to stubborn harshness.

And, my gracious duke, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens-

As she is mine I may dispose of her, which shall be either to this gentleman...

or to her death, according to our law.

{ Theseus 1 What say you, Hermia?

Be advised, fair maid: To you your father should be as a god.

- 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 looked but with my eyes.

Rather. your eyes must with his judgment look.

Hermia. take time to pause...

and by the next new moon...

the ceiling day betwixt my love and me...

upon that day either prepare to die for disobedience to your father's will...

or else to wed Demetrius, as he would.

Relent, sweet Hermia...

and, Lysander. yield thy crazed title to my certain right.

You have her father's love, Demetrius.

Let me have Hermia's.

Do you marry him.

[Egeus] Scornful, Lysander, true, he hath my love.

And what is mine my love shall render him.

She is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius.

I am. my lord, as well derived as he. as well possessed.

My love is more than his.

Why should I not then prosecute my right?

Demetrius, I 'I! avouch it to his head“.

made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, and won her soul.

And she, sweet lady, dotes, devoutly dotes...

dotes in idolatry upon this spotted and inconstant man.

I must confess that I have heard so much.

But, Demetrius, come, and come, Egeus. You shall go with me.

Fair Herrnia, arm yourself to fit your fancies to your father's will.

Come, my Hippolyta.

What cheer. my love?

Demetrius and Egeus, go along.

I must implore you in some business against our nuptial...

and confer with you of something nearly that concerns yourselves.

Ay, me

For aught that I could ever read...

the course of true love never did run smooth.

Therefore hear me, Hermia.

I have a widow aunt, a dowager...

and she respects me as her only son.

From Athens is her house remote seven leagues.

There, gentle Herrnia. may I many thee...

and to that place the sharp Athenian law cannot pursue us.

If thou lowest me then...

steal forth thy father's house tomorrow night...

and in the wood, a league without the town. there will I stay for thee.

My good Lysander, I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow...

in that same place thou hast appointed me...

tomorrow truly will I meet with thee.

Keep promise, love.

[ Hermia ] God speed, fair Helena. Wither away?

Call you me fair?

That fair again unsay.

Demetrius loves your fair.

Oh, happy fair.

Oh, teach me how you look and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.

I frown upon him, yet he loves me stall.

Oh, that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill.

The morel hate, the more he follows me.

The morel love, the more he hate me.

Take comfort.

He no more shall see my face.

Lysanderand myself will fly this place.

Tomorrow night, when Phoebe cloth behold her silver visage in a watery glass...

through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.

And in the wood...

where often you and I upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie...

emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet...

there my Lysander and myself shall meet.

Farewell...

sweet playfellow.

Pray thou for us...

and good luck grant thee thy Demetrius.

Keep word. Lysander.

We must starve our sight from lovers' food till morrow deep midnight.

X will. my Hermxa!

Helena, adieu.

As you on him, Demetrius dote on you.

How happy some o'er other some can be.

Through Athens lam thought as fair as she.

But what of that?

Demetrius thinks not so.

He will not know what all but he do know.

I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight.

Then to the wood will he tomorrow night to pursue her...

and for this intelligence if l have thanks...

it is a dear expense.

But herein mean I to enrich my pain...

to have his sight thither...

and back again!

Mommy! [Gasping]

Mommy! [ Screaming j

[ Crashing, Thud]

[ Motorcycle Pulls Up. Horn Honks, Engine Stops]

[ Thunder Rumbling]

[Sighs]

[Sighing, Panting]

Good evening.

Sorry. Hello.

[ Knocking I

ls all our company here?

You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.

Here is the scroll...

of every man's name which is thought fit, through all Athens...

to play in our interlude before the duke and duchess on his wedding day at night.

First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on...

then read the names of the actors, and so, grow to a point.

Marry, our play is...

“The Most Lamentable Comedy and Most Cruel Death.“

of Pyramus and Thisby.”

- [All Gasping] - Very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry.

Now, good Peter Quince, call forth the 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.

W-W-What is Pyramus?

A lover or a tyrant?

A lover that kills himself. most gallant. for love.

[AH Sighing]

That will ask some tears in the true performing of it.

if i do it, let the audience look to their eyes.

Bu! my chief humor is fora tyrant.

I could play Ercles rarely...

or a part to tear cat in, to make all split.

The raging rocks and shivering shocks...

shall break the locks of prison gates.

And Phibbus' car...

shall shine from far...

and make and mar...

the foolish fates.

TM! 'Ohm

[Applause Continues]

Eh, this was lofty. Now name the rest of the players.

- Francis Flute-- - This is Ercles' vein.

A tyrant's vein. A lover is more condoling.

Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.

Here, Peter Quince.

Flute, you must take Thisby on you.

What is Thisby? A wandering knight?

It ts the lady that Pyramus must love.

Ohh, that's good.

Nay, faith. let not me play a woman.

X have a beard... coming.

That's all one.

You shall play it in a mask. and you may speak as small as you will.

And I may hide my face.

Let me play Thisby too.

i'll speak in a monstrous little voice.

Thane'. thisne!

Ohhh, Pyramus.

My lover dear.

[ Bottom Sobbing]

Thy Thisby dear...

and lady clear.

[Continues Sobbing]

No. No. You must play Pyrarnus and Flute. you Thisby.

Oh, well, proceed.

- Robin Starveling, the tailor. - Here, Peter Quince.

Robin Starveling. you must play Thisby's mother.

Hmm.

[Chuckling. Giggling]

Tom Snout, the tinker?

Here, Peter Quince.

You, Pyramus' father.

Myself. Thlsby's father'. Snug, the joiner?

You. the Mom's part.

Oh. yes!

And X hope here is a play fitted.

Have you the lion's part written? if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

You may do it extempore, for'tis nothing but roaring.

- Ohh! - Oh, let me play the lion too!

L will roar that it will make any man's heart good to hear me.

I will roar that i will make the duke say, uh...

“Let him roar again. Let him roar again.“

And you should do it too terribly...

you would fright the duchess and the ladies that they would shriek!

- That were enough to hang us! - They would hang us all. every mother's son!

I will aggravate my voice so...

that I will roar you as gentle as any sucking dove.

I will roar you...

as 'twere any nightingale.

[Mild Roaring]

[Mild Roaring]

You can play no part but Pyramus!

F Barron, j Right;

Pyram us is a sweet-faced man...

a proper man as one should see on a summer's day!

A most lovely, gentleman-like man.

Therefore you must needs play Pyram us.

[Groans Affirmatively] Ehhh!

- Ehhh! - Ehhh!

Well... [Sighs]

I will undertake it.

Ohm

Then. master's. here are your parts.

And I'm to entreat you. request you and desire you...

to con them by tomorrow night...

and meet me in the palace wood a mile without the town by moonlight.

There will we rehearse.

Ohm

I pray you, fail me not!

We will meet, and there we may rehearse...

most obscenely and courageously.

Take pains. Be perfect.

- Adieu! - Right.

[Motorcycle Engine Starts]

At the duke's oak we meet!

Enough! Hold, or cut bowstrings!

[ Thunder Crashes ]

How now, spirit? Whither wander you?

Over hill, over dale, thorough bush, thorough briar...

over park, over pale, thorough flood, thorough fire.

I do wander everywhere, swifter than the moon's sphere.

And I serve...

the fairy queen...

to dew her orbs upon the green.

Farewell, thou lob of spirits. i'll be gone.

Our queen and all her elves do come here anon.

The king doth keep his revels here tonight.

Take heed the queen come not within his sight.

For Oberon is passing fell and wrath...

because that she. as her attendant, hath a lovely boy...

stolen from an Indian king.

She never had so sweet a changeling.

And jealous Oberon would have the child knight of his train...

to trace the forests wild.

But she perforce withholds the loved boy...

crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy.

Either) mistake your shape and making quite...

or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite...

called Robin Good fellow.

Are not you he?

Thou speak est aright. I am that merry wanderer of the night.

- Ohh! - But room, fairy!

- Here comes Oberon! - And here my mistress! Would that he were gone.

[ Bubbles Popping]

III met by moonlight, proud 'Titania.

What, jealous Oberon?

Fairies, skip hence. I have forsworn his bed and company.

Tarry, rash wanton. Am not I thy lord?

Then I must thy lady.

Why art thou here?

Come from the farthest step of I India...

but that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon...

you buskin'd mistress and your warrior love...

to Theseus must be wedded.

And you come to give their bed joy and prosperity.

Oh, how canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, glance at my credit with Hippolyta...

knowing I know thy love to Theseus.

These are the forgeries of jealousy...

and never'. since the middle summers spring...

met we on hill, in dale. forest or mead.

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 fogs...

which, falling in the land, have every pelting river made so proud...

that they have overborne their continents.

The fold stands empty in the drowned field...

and crows are fatted with the murrion flock.

The human mortals...

want their winter cheer.

No night is now with hymn or carol blessed.

[ Titania 1 Therefore the moon“.

the governess of floods, pale in her anger...

washes all the air...

that rheumatic diseases do abound.

And thorough this dis temperature we see...

the seasons alter.

The spring, the summer...

the chi/ding autumn, angry winter...

change their wonted lliveries...

and the mazed world, by their increase...

now knows not which is which'

And this same progeny of evil comes from our debate...

from our dissension.

We are their parents and original.

Do you amend it then?

- It lies in you! - [ Gasping]

Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

I do but beg a little changeling boy to be my henchman.

Set your heart at rest!

The fairyland buys not the chm oi me.

Give me that boy, and I will go with thee!

Not for thy fairy kingdom!

Fairies. away.

We shall chide downright if] longer stay.

[Fairies Shouting, Laughing]

Well, go thy ways.

Thou shalt not from this grove...

till I torment thee for this injury!

My gentle Puck, come hither.

Thou rememb'rest...

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 sea-maids music.

X remember.

That very time I saw-- but thou could st not--

flying between the cold moon and the Earth...

Cupid, all armed.

A certain airm he took at a fair vestal, throned by the west...

and loosed his love shaft smartly from his bow...

as it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts.

Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell.

It fell upon a little western flower...

before milk-white...

now purple with love's wound...

and maidens call it love-in-idleness.

Fetch me that flower, the herb I showed thee once.

The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid...

will make or man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees.

Fetch me this herb and be thou here again...

ere the Leviathan can swim a league.

I'll put a girdle round about the Earth in 4O minutes.

Having once this juice...

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep...

and drop the liquor of it in here-yes.

The next thing then she. waking, looks upon--

be it on lion. bear. or wolf, or bull...

on meddling monkey or on busy ape-

she shall pursue it with the soul of love.

And ere I take this charm from off her sight--

as I can take it with another herb--

I'll make her render up her page to me.

[Gasps]

But who comes here?

lam invisible...

and I will overhear their conference.

X love thee not...

therefore pursue me not!

Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?

Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood.

And here am I, and wood within this wood...

because X cannot meet my Hermxa!

I Door Opens, Closes I

Get thee gone, and follow me no more.

You draw me!

You hardhearted adamant!

Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?

Or, rather, do I not, in plainest truth, tell you...

I do not, nor I cannot love you.

And even for that do I love you the more.

I am your spaniel.

And, Demetrius, the more you beat me I will fawn on you.

Tempt 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 you.

You do impeach your modesty too much to trust the opportunity of night...

and the ill counsel of a desert place...

with the rich worth of your virginity.

Your virtue is my privilege.

I'll run from thee and hide me in the breaks...

and leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

The wildest have not such a heart as you.

- [ Roars] - Aaaah!

Fie. Demetrius!

Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex!

We cannot fight for love as men may do.

We should be wooed...

and were not made to woo.

[Sighs]

I'll follow thee...

and make a heaven of hell...

to die upon the hand I love so well.

Fare thee well, nymph. Ere he do leave this grove, thou shalt fly him...

and he shall seek thy love.

Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

Ay, there it is.

X pray thee...

give it me.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows...

where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine...

with sweet musk-roses...

and with eglantine.

There sleeps Titania sometime of the night.

Lulled in these flowers...

with dances and delight.

And there the snake...

throws her enamelled skin.

Weed wide enough...

to wrap a fairy in.

And with the juice of this...

I'll streak her eyes...

and make her full of hateful fantasies.

Take thou... some of it.

Seek through this grove.

A sweet Athenian lady is in love...

with a disdainful youth.

Anoint his eyes...

but do it when the next thing he espies...

may be the lady.

Effect it with some care that he may prove...

more fond on her than she upon her love.

And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

Fear not, my lord...

your servant shall do so.

Come, now a roundel and a fairy song.

Then for the third part of the minute hence...

some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds.

Some war with reremice for their leathern wings...

to make my small elves coats.

Sing me now asleep.

Then to your offices and let me rest.

[ Chorus 1 ♪ Philomele, with melody;

♪ Sing in our sweet lullaby ♪

♪ Lulla, lulla, lullaby,"

♪ Lulla, lulla, lullaby,"

♪ Never harm nor spell nor charm ♪

♪ Come, our love!y lady night ♪

♪ 5o good night ♪

,1' With Iullaby,-*,“

[Whispering] Hence, away. Now all is well.

One aloof stand sentinel.

[Fairies Giggling Softly]

What thou seest when thou dost wake...

do it for thy true love take.

Love and languish for his sake.

Be it ounce or cat or bear...

pard or boar with bristled hair.

When thou wak'st, it is thy dear.

Wake when some vile thing is near.

[Honks Horn]

[All Gasping]

[ Tires Squealing]

- Are we all met? - Pat, pat.

Oh, and here's a marvelous convenient place for our rehearsal.

We will do it in action...

as we will do it before the duke.

_ Owns]

Fair love, you faint with wand'ring in the wood.

And to speak truth, I have forgot our way.

We'll rest us. Herrnia. If you think it good...

and tarry for the comfort of the day.

Be it so, Lysander. Find you out a bed...

for] upon this bank will rest my head.

One turf shall serve as pillow for us both.

One heart, one bed...

two bosoms and one troth.

Nay, gentle friend...

for love and courtesy, lie further off in human modesty.

So far be distant, and good night, sweet friend.

Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end.

Amen, amen to that fair prayer, say I.

And then encl life when I end loyalty.

Here is my bed.

Sleep, give thee all his rest.

with half that wish, the wisher's eyes be pressed.

Though the forest have I gone. but Athenian found I hone...

on whose eyes I might approve this flowers force in stirring love.

Night and silence.

Who ls here?

This is he my master said despised the Athenian maid.

And here the maiden, sleeping sound...

on the dank and dirty ground.

Pretty soul. She durst not lie near this lack-love...

this kill-courtesy.

Churl...

upon thine eyes I throw...

all the power this charm doth owe.

When thou wak'st, let love forbid sleep...

his seat on thy eyelid.

[Mumbling]

Awake when I am gone...

for I must now to Oberon.

Peter Quince.

What sayest thou, bully Bottom?

There are thing 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? - By'r lakin, a parlous fear.

1 believe we must leave the killing out, when ail is done.

[Bottom] Nora 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 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.

If this may be, then all is well.

Come! Sat down. [Clears Throat]

Every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.

Pyramus. you begin.

What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here...

so near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?

What? A play toward.

I'll bean auditor, an actor too, perhaps...

if l see cause.

Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.

I charge thee-- Hence and do not haunt me thus!

Oh,wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so.

- Stay... on thy peril. - [ Panting ]

I alone will go.

Oh, I am out of breath in this fond chase.

The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

But who is here?

Lysander? On the ground?

Dead... or asleep?

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?

Yet Hermia still loves you. Then be content.

Content with Herrnia? No.

I do repent the tedious minutes I with her have spent.

Not Hermia, but Helena I love.

Who would not change a raven fora dove.

Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?

When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?

Oh, that a lady of one man refused...

should of another therefore be abused.

She sees not Hermia.

Hermia, sheep thou there...

and never mayst thou come Lysander near.

And all my powers, address your love and might...

to honor Helen and to be her knight.

Help me, Lysander. Help me.

Do thy best to pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!

Ay me, for pity.

What a dream was here.

Lysander. look how X do quake with fear.

Me thought a serpent ate my heart away...

and you sat smiling at his cruel prey.

Lysand-

What, removed?

Lysander, lord. What?

Out of hearing? Gone? No sound, no word?

Lysand- Lysander!

Lysander!

No?

Then I well perceive you are not nigh.

Either death or you I'll find immediately.

Speak, Pyramus.

Thisby, stand forth.

Oh, Thisby...

- the flowers of odious savors sweet. - f Quzhce ] Odorous.

. 50.. - O-dor-ous.

Odorous savors Sweet.

So hath thy breath, my clearest Thisby dear.

But hark, a voice!

Stay thou but here-- here a while!

And by and by. \...

will to thee appear.

A stranger Pyram us than e'er played here.

Thisby.Thisby.

Must I speak now?

Ay, marry, must you...

for you m must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard...

and is to come again.

Most radiant Pyramus...

most lily-white of hue...

- Uh-huh. uh-huh. - of color like the red rose.”

on triumphant briar.

As true as truest horse that yet would never tire.

- /'// meet thee, Pyramus; at Nzhny? tomb, - “Ninusfi tom b,” man.

You must not speak that yet. That you answer to Pyramus.

You speak all your part at once, cues and all.

Enter, Pyram us! Your cue is past.

It is... “never tire."

Oh!

As true as truest horse that yet would never tire.

[ Lisping] If I were fair, fair Thisby...

I were only thine.

[Screaming]

Oh, monstrous.

Oh, strange.

We are haunted! Pray, masters!

Fly, masters!

Oh!

[Together] Help!

- I'll follow you. I'll lead you about a round. - [Screams]

[Puck j Through bog through bush, through brake, through briar.

Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound.

- A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire. - [ Both Groaning]

And neigh. and bark. and grunt. and roar and bum...

like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.

[Screaming]

Why do they run away?

- This is a knavery of them to make me afeard. - Oh!

Bottom, thou art changed.

What do X see on thee?

What do you see?

You see an ass-head of your own' do you?

[Gasps] Bless thee, Bottom.

Bless thee.

Thou art... translated.

[ Bicycle Bell Ringing]

[Bell Ringing]

[ Ringing Continues]

[Quince Screaming]

I see their knavery.

This is to make an ass of me...

to fright me, if they could.

But I will not stir from this place, do what they can.

I will walk up and down here, and I will sing...

that they shall hear lam not afraid.

♪ The loose cock ♪

♪ So black of hue ♪

with orange-tawny bill ♪

The throttle with his note so true ♪

;The wren with little quill ♪

I Titania } What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

;The finch, the sparrow and the lark,'

♪ The plain-song cuckoo gray;

,'With notes full many;

♪ A man doth mark ♪

;And dares not answer' nay ♪♪

[Braying]

I pray thee, gentle mortal...

sing again.

Mine ear is much enamored of thy note.

So is mine eye...

enthralled to thy shape.

And thy fair virtue-Ye force perforce...

doth move me on the first view to say...

to swear...

I love thee.

Um-

M-Methinks. mistress...

you should have little reason for that. [Gasps]

Oh. A-And yet. to say the truth...

reason and love...

keep little company together nowadays. [ Braying]

Thou art as wise...

as thou art beautiful.

[Groaning]

[Groaning]

[Laughing]

Not so' neither'

But if l have wit enough to get me out of this wood...

I have enough to serve mine own turn.

Out of this wood do not desire to go.

[Grunting]

Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.

I am a spirit of no common rate.

The summer still doth tend upon my state.

And X do love thee.

- [Groaning] - Therefore, go with me...

[ Motorcycle Engine Starting]

and I will purge thy mortal grossness so...

that thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

[Braying]

- Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth and Mustardseed! - Ready.

- And l. - And l.

- And I. - [Together] Where shall we go?

- Be kind and courteous to this gentleman. - [ Gasping]

[Chattering]

[Chattering Continues]

- Hall. mortal. - Hail.

- Haw. - Hail'

[Growling]

I cry your worships' mercy heartily.

X beseech your worship's name.

Cobweb.

I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb.

If l cut my finger, I shall make bold with you.

- Your name, honest gentleman? - Peaseblossom.

[Laughing] And yours?

- Mustardseed. - Oh, good Master Mustardseed.

Come. Wait upon him.

Lead him to my bower.

The moon, me thinks, looks with a watery eye.

And when she weeps, weeps every little flower...

lamenting some enforced chastity.

- [ Braying] - Tie up my lover's tongue!

Bring him silently.

This falls out better than I could devise.

[ Bottom Braying]

But hast thou yet latched the Athenian's eyes...

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 close.

This is the same Athenian.

This is the woman, but not this the man.

Where is Lysancler? Oh, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

I'd rather give his carcass to my hounds.

- Out, dog! Out, cur! - [ Groans]

Thou drives me past the bounds of maiden's patience. Hast thou slam him. then?

[Mumbles] I'm not guilty of Lysandefs blood.

Nor is he dead, for all I can tell.

- L pray thee, tell me then that he is well. - And if l could...

what should I get therefore?

A privilege never to see me... more!

[Grunts] There is no following her in this fierce vein.

Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.

What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite...

and laid the love-juice on some true-Iove sight.

About the wood go swifter...

than the wind, and Helena of Athens look thou find.

By some illusion see thou bring her here.

i'll charm his eyes against she do appear.

I go, I go, look how I go.

Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

Flower of this purple dye, hit with Cupid's archery...

sink in apple of his eye.

When his love he doth espy...

let her shine as gloriously as the Venus of the sky.

When thou wak' st, if she be by...

beg of her for remedy.

Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand.

And the youth, mistook by me, pleading for a lover's fee.

Shall we their fond pageant see?

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Stand aside. The noise they make...

will cause Demetrius to awake.

- These vows w: are Hermia's; 3"! - I had no judgment when to her I swore.

No, not in my mind. Now you give her o'er.

[ Lysander} Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

Oh, Helen, goddess...

nymph, perfect, divine!

To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?

Crystal is muddy.

Oh. how ripe in show thy lips...

those kissing cherries, tempting grow.

Oh. Spite!

Oh, hell!

I see you all are bent to set against me for your merriment.

Can you not hate me, as I know you do...

but you must join in souls to mock me too!

You are unkind, Demetrius. Be not so...

for you love Hermia, this you know I know.

Lysander, keep thy Hermia. I will none.

Ife'erl loved her, all that love is gone.

Thou art not by mine eye Lysander found. Mine ear--

I thank it- brought me to thy sound.

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

Why should he stay whom love doth press to go?

What love could press Lysander from my side?

Lysander's love-- that would not let him bide.

Fair Helena, who more engilds the night...

than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.

Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know...

the hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?

You speak not as you think. It cannot be.

Lo...

she is one of this confederacy!

Now I perceive they have conjoined all three...

to fashion this false sport in spite of me.

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 can compel.

- Thou canst compel no more than she entreat. - I Love you ♪

- Helen, I love thee. By my life l do. - [Knock On Door]

[Demetrius] I say! love thee more than he can do.

- lf thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. - Quick, come.

Lysander, whereto tends all this?

- Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. - You're a tame man, go.

What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?

Although I hate her'. I'll not harm her so.

What, can you do me greater harm than hate?

Why then, you left me- Oh, the gods forbid!

- In earnest, shall I say? - A)/, by my life'...

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 and love Helena.

Oh, me...

you juggler, you canker-blossom!

[Shouts]

- Let her not strike me! - [Screams]

-[Grunts] - [ Panting] You perhaps may think...

because she is something lower than myself, that I can match hen

Lower! Hark, again.

- [ All Screaming] - Be not afraid. She shall not harm thee, Helena.

No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.

Oh, when she's angry she is keen and shrewd.

[Helena ] She was a vixen when she went to school

- And though she be but little. she is fierce. - Little again!

Nothing but low and Mme!

Why will you suffer her to flaunt me thus?

Let me come to her!

- [ Lysander] Get you gone, you dwarfl - [Door Slams]

You minimus of hindering knot-grass made...

you bead, you acorn.

You are too officious.

Let her alone. Speak not of Helena. Take not her pa rt.

Now she holds me not.

Now follow. if thou dar"st. to try whose right...

of thine or mine, is most in Helena.

Follow? Nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jowl.

You, mistress, all this coil...

is 'long of you.

- Nay, go not back. - I will not trust you, I...

nor longer stay in your curst company.

Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray.

My legs are longer, though, to run away!

I am amazed and know not what to say.

[ Thunderclap I

This is thy negligence. Still thou mistak'st...

or else commitfst thy knaveries... willfully!

Believe me, king of shadows. I mistook.

Did you not tell me I should know the rnan by the Athenian garments he had on?

And so far blameless proves my enterprise...

that l have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes.

Thou seest these lovers seek a place to fight.

Hie therefore, Robin. overcast the night.

The starry welkin cover thou anon...

with drooping fog as black as Acheron...

and lead these testy rivals so astray...

as one come not within another's way...

till o'er their brows death counterfeiting sleep...

with leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.

Then crush this herb into Lysandefs eye...

whose liquor hath this virtuous property...

to take from thence all error with his might...

and make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.

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.

Whilst I in this affair do thee employ...

I'll to my queen...

and beg her Indian boy...

and then I will her charmed e ye release from monster; view,”

and all things shall be peace.

My fairy lord, this must be done with haste.“.

for night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast...

and yonder shines Aurora's harbinger...

at whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there...

troop home to churchyards.

Damned spirits all, that in crossways and floods have burial...

already to their wormy beds are gone.

But we are spirits of another sort.

I with the mornings love have oft made sport...

like a forester the groves may tread...

even till the eastern gate, all fiery red...

opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams...

turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.

[ Thunder Rumbling]

But notwithstanding haste. Make no delay.

We may effect this business yet ere day.

Up and down. up and down.

I will lead them up and down.

I am feared in field and town.

Gown. wad them up and down.

- Here comes one. - Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now.

[In Demetrius' Voice] Here, villain, drawn and ready.

- Where art thou? - l'll be with thee straight.

- [Grunts] - Follow me, then, to plainer ground.

Lysander, speak again! Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?

Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?

[In Lysandefs Voice] Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars?

- [Grunts] - Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars...

and wilt not come?

Come. thou recreant. Come, child.

[Whispering] Yea, art thou there?

[Shouts]

[Groans]

Follow my voice. We'll try no manhood here.

He goes before me and still dares me on.

When I come where he calls. then he is gone.

Here wall X rest me.

Come, thou gentle day...

for if but once thou show me thy grey light...

I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.

[in Lysanderis' Voice j Ho, ho, coward Why com'st thou not?

Abide me, if thou dar'st...

for well I know thou runn'st before me. shifting every place.

Come hither. I am here.

Nay. go thy way.

Faintness constraineth me to measure out my length on this cold bed.

By day's approach look to be visited.

Oh, weary night.

Oh, long and tedious night...

abate thy hours...

shine comforts from the east...

and sleep.

That sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye...

Steal me awhile...

from mine own company.

Yet but three? Come one more, two of both kinds makes up four.

[Puck j Here she comes, curs? and 5.30!

Cupid is a knavish lad thus to make poor females mad.

Never so weary, never so in woe.

I can no further crawl, no further go.

Here will I rest me till the break of day.

Heavens, shield Lysander if they mean a fray!

On the ground sleep sound.

I'll apply to your eye, gentle lover...

remedy.

When thou wak'st, thou tak'st true delight...

in the sight of thy former lady's eye.

And the country proverb known...

that every man should take his own...

in your waking shall be shown:

jack shall have/iii, naught shall go ill.

The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.

- f Chattering, Laughter] - [ Braying 1

[Continues Braying]

[ Titania I Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed...

whilst I thy amiable cheeks do coy...

and stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head...

and kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

- [ Groans] Where's Peaseblossom? - Ready.

Scratch my head, good Monsieur Peaseblossom.

- Where's Monsieur Cobweb? - Ready!

Ah, Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur...

get you your weapons m your hand...

- [ Giggling] - and kill me a red-hipped hum ble-bee...

from the top of a thistle, and, good monsieur...

bring me the honey bag.

- Where 's Monsieur Mustardseed' - Ready. What's your will?

Nothing...

oh. but to help Cavaleny Peaseblossom to scratch.

Oh, I must to the barber's, for methinks I am...

marvelous hairy about the face.

Say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.

I have a venturous fairy that shall seek the squirrels hoard...

and fetch thee new nuts.

[ Crowd Giggling]

I had rather have a handful or two of dried pease.

- [ Giggling] - But I pray you...

let none of your people stir me.

I have an exposition...

of sheep come upon me.

Sleep thou. and X will wind thee in my arms.

- Fairies, be gone. - [ Fairies Sighing Loudly]

And be all ways away.

[Fairies Chattering]

[Titania ] So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle gently entwist.

The female ivy so enrings...

the barky fingers of the elm.

Oh, howl love thee.

How I dote on thee.

Welcome, good Robin.

Seest thou this sweet sight?

Her dotage now I do begin to pity...

for meeting her of late behind the wood...

seeking sweet favors for this hateful fool...

I did out brayed her and fall out with her.

When I had at my pleasure taunted her...

and she in mild terms had begged my patience...

I then did ask of her her changeling child...

which straight she gave me...

and her fairy sent to bear him...

to my bower in Fairyland.

And now...

X have the boy...

I will undo this hateful imperfection of her eyes.

And gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp...

from off the head of this Athenian swam“.

that he, awaking when the others do, may all to Athens back again repair...

and think no more of this night's... accidents...

but as the fierce vexation of a dream.

But first...

I will release the Fairy Queen.

Be as thou wast wont to be.

See as thou wast wont to see.

Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower...

hath such force and blessed power.

Now, my Titania...

wake you, my sweet queen.

My Oberon...

what visions have I seen!

Methought I was enamored of an ass.

There lies your love.

[Snoring]

How came these things to pass?

Oh, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!

Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head.

Titania. music call and strike more dead...

than common sleep of all these five the sense.

Music, ho! Music such as charmeth sleep.

Now. when thou wak'st with thine own fool's eyes peep.

Now thou and I are new in amity...

and will tomorrow midnight solemnly dance...

in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly...

and bless it to all fair posterity.

Fairy King, attend and mark: I do hear the morning lark.

Then, my queen, in silence sad trip we after night's shade.

We the globe can com pass soon...

swifter than the wandering moon.

[ Bottom ] Peter Quince. Ffute, the bellows-mender.

Gods my Ne.

Stolen hence, and left me asleep!

I have had a most rare vision.

X have had a dream...

past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream.

Methoughtl was--

well, no man can tell what.

Methoughtl was--

Fifi.

And methought I had--

Man is but a patched fool if he will offer to say what rnethought I had.

X will get Peter Quince...

to write me a ballad of this dream.

And it'll be called---...

“Bottom's Dream,“

because it hath no bottom.

And I will sing it...

in the latter end of a play before the duke.

[ Bottom ] Where are these lads?

Where are these hearts?

" [ laughing] ' [Man ] Bottom!

- [All Shouting] - Oh, most courageous day!

Oh, most happy hour!

- Masters, I am to discourse wonders. - [All Gasping ]

[Chattering, indistinct]

[Chattering Stops]

[Chattering Resumes]

'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of.

More strange than true.

L never may believe these antique fables, nor these fairy toys.

Lovers and madmen...

have such seething brains...

such shaping fantasies...

that apprehend more than cod reason ever comprehends.

The lunatic, the lover and the poet...

are of imagination all com pact.

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...

and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown...

the poets pen turns them to shapes...

and gives to airy nothing...

a local habitation and a name.

Such tricks hath strong imagination...

that if it would but apprehend some joy...

it comprehends some bringer of that joy.

Orin the night, imagining some fear...

how easy is a bush...

supposed a bear?

[Theseus ] Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.

Come now. What rnasques, what dances shall we have to wear away...

this long age of three hours between our after-supper...

and bedtime?

- Call Phi/castrate. - Here, mighty Theseus.

Here S a brief how many sports are ripe.

Make choice of which Your Highness will see first.

“The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung...

by an Athenian eunuch to the harp- ♪

- We 'll none of that. - [Crowd Chuckling]

“A tedious brief scene...

“of young Pyramus and his love Thxsby...

very tragical mirth."

Merry and tragical! Tedious and brief

How shall we find the concord of this discord?

A play there is, my lord, some ten words long...

which is as brief as I have known a play.

But by ten words, my lord, it is too long, which makes it tedious.

- [ Group Chuckling] - 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. - [Crowd Chuckling]

- And what are they that do play it? - Hard-handed men...

that work in Athens here that never labored in their minds till now.

Arid we will hear it.

Come, take your places.

[Chattering]

Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show...

but wonder on, till truth make all things plain.

This man is Pyramus, if you would know.

This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain.

[Stutters ] This man with Mme and rough-cast...

doth present Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder.

And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content to whisper.

[Audience Laughing]

At the which let no man wonder.

This man with lantern. dog and bush of thorns...

presenteth Moonshine.

For by moonshine, if you will know...

did these lovers think no scorn to meet at Ninus' tomb...

there, there to woo.

- This grisly beast, - [Audience Chuck/mg]

- which Lion hight by name. - [ Growls]

The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, did scare away, or rather did affright.

- [ Growling ] - And as she fled her mantle she did fall...

which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.

Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, and finds his trusty Thistys mantle slain.

Whereat with blade, with bloody, blameful blade...

he bravely broached his boiling bloody breast.

And Thisby. tarrying 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.

- [Applauding] - I wonder if the lion be to speak.

[ Demetrius 1 No wonder, my lord. One lion may when many asses do.

In this same interlude it doth befall“.

that I, one Snout by name...

present a wall.

And such a wall as I would have you think...

that had in it a crannied hole or chink-

It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse. my lord.

[Audience Chuck/mg]

Oh, grim-looked night!

Oh. night with hue so black.

Oh, night which ever art when clay is not!

Oh. night. oh. night.

- Alack! Alack! - [Audience Chuck/mg]

- Alack! - [A audience Chuck/mg]

I fear my Thisbys promise is forgot!

And thou' oh. Wall...

oh, sweet, oh, lovely Wall...

show me thy chink to blink...

through with mine mine.

[Audience Laughing]

Thanks. courteous Wall.

Jove shield thee well for this!

But what see I?

No Thisby do I see.

- Oh, wicked Wall, through whom I see no bliss, - [A audience Laughing]

Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!

The wall, methinks, being sensible. should curse again.

Oh. no. no. no. no. and in truth, sir, he should not.

“Deceiving me“ is Thisby's cue.

She is to enter now and I am to spy her through the wall.

You shall see it will fall pat as I told you.

Oh.

- Yonder she comes. - Oh, Wall...

full often has thou heard my moans...

for parting my fair Pyramus and me.

My cherry lips have often kissed...

thy stones.

Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.

L see a voice. Now will I to the chink...

and spy and I can hear my Thisbys face.

'Thisby! “ My love!

Thou art my love, I think.

- [ A Audience Chuckling] - Oh, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.

[Both Spitting]

I kiss the waifs hole, not your lips at all.

- Wilt thou- - [Audience Chuck/mg]

Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?

Ninus' tomb!

[Audience Laughing]

- Wilt thou at Ninus' tomb meet me straightway? - Tide life...

tide death. I come without delay.

[Gasps]

[Applause]

[ Snout ] Thus have I, wall”, my part discharged so...

and being done, thus Wall away doth go.

[Applause]

This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.

The best in this kind are but shadows...

and the worst are no worse. if imagination amend them.

[ Hippolyta ) It must be your imagination then. and not theirs.

[Theseus ] Here come two noble beasts in“.

a man and a hon.

You, ladies, you whose gentle hearts...

do fear the smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor...

[Growls] may now perchance both quake and tremble here...

[Growls] when lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.

- [ Roars ] - [A audience L laughing]

[ Roars ]

[ Roaring Continues I

[Coughing]

Then know that I--

- ♪ Doo-doo-doo-de-lee-doo ♪ - [Audience Laughing]

As Snug the joiner am a lion fell...

nor else no lion's clam.

For if l should as lion come in strife into this place...

'were my on my We.

A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

[Gasps]

This lantern doth the horned moon present--

[ Demetrius] He should have worn the horns on his head.

[Audience Laughing]

This lantern doth the horned moon present.

Myself the man in the moon do seem to be.

lam aweary of this moon.

Would he would change.

[ Lysander] Proceed, moon.

All I have to say is to tell you that the lantern is the moon...

I, the man in the moon, this thorn-bush my thorn bush...

and ms dog my dog.

This is old Ninny's tomb.

- Ninus, Ninus! - [Audience Laughing]

This is old Ninus' tomb-.

- Where ls my love? - [ Roars]

- [Audience Laughing] - [Roars]

[Audience Laughing]

Sweet moon...

I thank thee for thy sunny beams.

I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright...

for by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams...

I trust to take of truest Thisbys sight.

But stay, oh. spite!

But mark, poor knight, what dreadful dole is here?

Oh, dainty duck!

Oh, dear.

Thy mantle good...

what' stained with blood'

Approach, ye Furies fell!

Oh. Fates. come.“

COME“.

cut thread and thrum...

quail, crush...

conclude, [Sobs] and quell.

This passion, and the death of a dear friend.“.

would go near to make a man look sad.

Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

Oh, wherefore, Nature, hast thou lions frame...

since lion vile hath here deflowered my dear?

Which is-

No, no.

Which was the fairest dame...

that lived, that loved...

that liked, that looked with cheer.

Come tears. confound.

Out, sword...

and wound the pap of Pyram us.

Ay, that left pap...

where heart doth hop.

Thus due L [Screams]

Thus...

[Screams]

Thus...

[Panting]

Thus.

- [Screaming] Now am I fled. - [Audience Gasps]

Now am I fled.

My soul is in the sky.

Tongue, lose thy light. Moon, take thy flight.

Now die...

die, die...

- die-- - [Door Slamming]

[Sighs]

Die. [ Sobs]

With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover...

and still prove an ass.

Here Thisby comes and her passion ends the play.

[ Lysander} She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Asleep. my love?

What, dead, my dove?

Oh. Pyramus, arise! Speak.

Speak!

Quite dumb?

Dead, dead? A tom b...

must cover thy sweet eyes.

These lily lips, this cherry nose...

these yellow cowslip cheeks are gone.

[Sobs] Are gone. Lovers, make moan.

His eyes were green as leeks.

Oh. Sisters Three. come...

come to me with hands as pale as milk.

Lay them in gore. since you have shore...

with shears his thread of silk.

Tongue, not a word.

Come, trusty sword.

Come. blade, my breast imbrue.

[Gasps]

[Exhales Deeply] And farewell, friends.

Thus Thisby ends.

Adieu, adieu, adieu!

Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.

- Ay, and Wall too. - [Groaning]

No, no. no. sir" {assure you.

The wall is down...

that parted their fathers.

[Applause]

Will it please you to see the epilogue...

or to hear a Bergomask dance between two of the company?

No epilogue, I pray you, for your play needs no excuse.

N' [Applause]

But come, your Bergomask.

Let your epilogue alone.

♪ Da-da-da-da-da Da da ♪

♪ Hiya, hiya ♪

♪ Hiya, hiya ♪

♪ Hiya, hiya, hiya, hiya, hiya, hiya, hiya ♪

- [Group] Whoo! - Whee!

U“: [Stops] - [Clock Chiming]

- Mommy! * [ Roars]

[ Chiming Continues I

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.

'Tis almost fairy time.

Sweet friends. to bed.

A fortnight hold we this solemnity.

In nightly revels and new jollity.

Now the hungry lion roars...

and the wolf be howls the moon“.

whilst the heavy ploughman snares.“

all with weary task foredone.

Now the wasted brands do glow...

whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud...

puts the wretch that lies in woe...

in remembrance of a shroud.

Now it is the time of night that the graves. all gaping wide...

every one lets forth his sprite...

in the church-way paths to glide.

And we fairies, that do run by the triple Hecate's team...

from the presence of the sun, following darkness like a dream...

now are frolic.

Not a mouse shall disturb this hallowed house.

I am sent with broom before...

to sweep the dust behind the door.

♪♪ [ Female Choir Singing]

f Oberon ] Now, until the break of day...

through this house each fairy stray.

To the best bride-bed will we“.

which b y us shall blessed be.

And the issue there create...

ever shah' be fortunate.

So shall all the couples three ever true in loving be.

And the blots of nature's hand.“.

shall not in their issue stand.

Never mole, harelip nor scar...

nor mark prodigious, such as are despised in nativity...

shall upon their children be.

With this field-dew...

consecrate...

every fairy take his gait.

And each several chamber bless...

through this palace with sweet peace.

And the owner of it blest...

ever shall in safety rest.

M» away-H

make no stay.

Meet me all by break of day.

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.

And as I am an honest Puck, wife have unlearned luck...

now to 'scape the serpents tongue...

we will make amends ere long...

else the Puck a liar call.

So. good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends...

and Robin shall restore amends.