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Our sex, as well as 1, may chide you for it : Why, then you left me,--0, the gods forbid !Though I alone do feel the injury:

In carncst, shall I say? Her. I am amaz'd at your passionate words: Lys.

Ay, by my life; I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. And never did desire to see thee more.

Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scuro, Thercfore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, To follow me, and praise my eyes and face ? Be certain, nothing truer; 'lis no jest, And made your other love, Demetrius,

That I do hate thee, and love Helena. (Who even but row did spurn me with his foot,) Her. O me! you juppler! you cunker-blossom!* To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare,

You thief of love! what,'have you come by night Precious, celestial! Wherefore speaks he this And stol'n my love's heart from him? To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander Hel.

Finc, i'faith! Deny your love, so rich within his soul,

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, And tender me, forsooih, affection;

No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear But by your setting on, by your consent ? Impatient answe s from my gentle longue ? What though I be not so in grace as you, Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you! So hung upon with love, so fortunate;

Her. Puppel! why so? Ay, that way goes the But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?

game. This you should pity, rather than despise. Now I perceive that she haib made compare

Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; Hel. Ay, do perséver, counterfeit sad looks, And with her personage, her tall personage, Make mows' upon me when I turn my back; Her height, forsonin, she hath prevail'd with him.Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up; And are you grown so high in his esteem, This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. Because I am so dwarfish, and so low? If you have any pity, grace, or manners, How low am I, thu painted maypole ? speak; You would not make me such an argument. How low am I? I am not yet so low, But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault; But that my nails. an reach unto thine eyes. Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. Hel. I pray you,'nough you mock me, gentlemen, Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;

Let her not hurt na: I was never curst ;) My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!

I have no gift at al in shrewishness; Hel. O excellent!

I am a right maid iur my cowardice ; Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so. Let her not strike jne: You, perhaps, may think, Dem. If she cannot entrcat, I can compel. Because she's something lower than myself, Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she en- That I can match her. treat ;


Lower! hark, again. Thy threats have no more strength, than her wcak. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. prayers.

I evermore did love you, Hermia, Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do;

Did cver keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Save, that in love unto Demetrius, To prove him false, that says I love thee 'not. I told him of your stealth unto this wood: Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him. Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. But he hath chid me hence; and thrcalen'd me Dem, Quick, come, -

To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: Lysander, whcreto tends all this? And now, so you will let me quiet go, Lys. Away, you Ethiop!

To Athens will I bear my folly back, Dem.

No, no, sir :-he will And follow you no further : Lct mc go: Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow; You sce how simple and how fond. I am. But yet come not: You are a taine man, go! Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr : vile thing, let loose;

Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Her. What, with Lysander ? Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change Hel.

With Demetrius. is this,

Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, Sweet love?

Helena. Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take Out, loathcd medicine! hated potion, hence!

her part. Her. Do you not jest ?

Hel. 0, when she's angry, she is keen and Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you.

shrewd: Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. She was a vixen, when she went to school ;

Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, And, though she be but little, she is fierce. A weak hond holds you; l'il not trust your word. Her. Little again? Jothing but low and little ? Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ? her dead ?

Let me come to her. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.


Get you gone, you dwars ; Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made ; hate

You bead, you acorn.
Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what news, my love? Dem.

You are too officious,
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? In her behalf that scorns your services.
I am as fair now, as I was crewhile.

Let her alone; speak not of Helena ; Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you Take not her part: for if thou dost intendo lest me:

Never so little show of love to her,
Wry faces.

(5) Anciently knot-grass was believed to pre (2) A worm that preys on buds of flowers. vent the growth of children,

Shrewish or mischievous, (4) Foolish. (6) Pretend,



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Thou shalt aby it.

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Now she holds me not ; 1

Enter Lysander.
Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try whose right,
Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by

thou now. jole.

[Erennt Lys, and Dem. Puck. Here, villain ; drawn and ready. Where Her. You, mistress, all ihis coil is 'long of you: art thou ? Nay, yo not buck.

Lys. I will be with thce straight.
I will not trust you, I;


Follow me then Nor longer stay in your curst company.

To plainer ground. Your hands, than mine, arc quicker for a fray;

(Exil Lys, as following the voice. My legs are longer though, to run away, [Erit.

Enter Demetrius, Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. [Erit, pursuing Helena.


Lysander! speak again. Obe. This is thy negligence : still thou mistak’st, Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? Or else commit'si thy knaveries wilfully: Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, 'I mistook.

head? Did not you teli me,'I should know the man Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the By the Athenian garments he had on?

stars, Atid so far blameless proves my enterprise,

Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes :

And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, thou And so far am I glad it so did sort,

child; As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

I'll whip thee with a rod : He is defil'd
Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight: That draws a sword on thce.
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;


Yea; art thou there? The starry welkin cover thou anon

Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try r.o manhood With drooping fog, as black as Acheron:


(Exeunt. And lead these testy rivals so astray,

Re-enter Lysander.
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,

Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on;

When I come where he calls, then he is gone. Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;

The villain is much lighter hee!'d than I : And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;

I follow'd fast, but faster he did lly; And from each other look thou lead them thus,

That fallen am I in dark uneven way, Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep

And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! With leaden legs and batty wings doth crecp:

(Lies down. Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ;

For if but once thon show me thy gray light, Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,

I'll find Demetrius, and revenge ihis spite. (Sleeps. To take from thence all error, with his might, And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.

Re-enter Puck an Demetrius. When they nexi wake, all this derision

Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com’st Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;

thou not? And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,' With league, whose date till death shall never end. Thou runn'st before ine, shifting every place;

Dem. Abide me, if thou darlst; for well I wot, Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,

And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;

Where art thou ? And then I will her charmed eye release


Come hither; I am here. From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.

Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st mic. Thou shalt Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with

buy this dear, haste; For night's swint dragons cut the clouds full fast, Now, go thy way. Faiitness constraineth me

If ever I thy face by day-light sce:
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and By day's approach look to be visited.

To mcasure out my length on this cold bed.there, Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all,

[Lies down and sleeps. That in cross-trays and floods have burial,

Enter Helena. Alieady to their wormy beds are gone;

Hel. O weary night, Olong and tedious night, For fear lest day should look their shames upon, Abate thy hours: shine, comforts, from the east; They wilfully themselves exile from light, That I may back to Athens, by day-light, And must for ayc consort with black-brow'd night. From these that my poor company detest :

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort; And, sleep, that sometimes shuts un sorrow's eye, I with the Morning's Love' have ost made sport; Steal me a while from mine own company. [Sleeps. And, like a forester, the groves may tread,

Puck. Yet but three ? Corde one more; Even to the eastern gate, all fiery red,

Two of both kinds makes up four. (pening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Herc she comes, curst and sad :Turns into yellow gold his salt-grcen streams.

Cupid is a knavish ld,
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay : Thus to make poor females mad.
We may effect this business yet ere day.

(Exit Oberon.

Enter Hermia.
Puck. Up and down, up and down; Her. Never so weary, never so in wo,
I will lead them up and down:

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I am fear'd in field and town;

I can no further crawl, no further go;
Goblin, lead them up and down.

My legs can keep no pace with my desires. (1) Happen. (2) Medicinal efficacy. (3) Go. (4) Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora.

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Here will I rest mc, till the break of day. |Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! So doth the woodbine, the honeysuckle,

(Lies down. Gently entwist,—the female ivy so
Puck. On the ground

Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
Sleep sound :

10, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
I'll apply

[They sleep. To your eye,

Oberon advances. Enler Puck.
Gentle lover, remedy.

[Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. Obe, Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this
When thou wak'st,

sweet sight?
Thou tak'st

Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
True delight

For meeting her of late, behind ihe wood,
In the sight

Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
or thy former lady's eye :

I did upbraid her, and fall out with her :
And the country proverb known,

For she his hairy temples then had rounded
That every man should take his own, With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ;
In your wakiny shall be shown:

And that same dew which sometime on the buds
Jack shall have Jill;

Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Nought shall go ill;

Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes, The man shall have his mare again, and all shall Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. be well. [Ex. Puck.–Dem. lÍcl. fc. sleep. When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,

And she, in mild terms, begg'd 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 fairy land.

And now I have the boy, I will undo SCENE I.-The same. Enter Titania and Bot. This hateful imperfection of her eyes. tom, Fairies attending; Oberon behind unseen. And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp

From off the head of this Athenian swain;
Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, That he awaking when the oiher do,
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,'

May all to Athens back again repair;
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,

And think no more of this night's accidents, And kiss thy fair large cars, my gentle joy.

But as the fierce vexation of a dream. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?

But first I will release the fairy queen. Peas. Ready.

Be, as thoni wast wont to be; Bot. Scratch my head, Pcas-blossom. Where's

[ Touching her eyes with an herb. monsieur Cobweb ?

See, as thou wast wont to see : Coo. Ready.

Dinu's bud o'er Cupid's flower Bot. Monsicur Cobweb ; good monsieur, get

Hath such force and blessed power. your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip- Now, my, Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen. ped humbie-hee on the top of a thistle; and, good

Tiin. My Obcron! What visions have I seen! inonsieur, bring me the honey-bag. 'Do not fret Mcthought, I was enamour'd of an ass. yoursclt too much in the action, monsieur ; and

Obe. There lies your love.

Tite. good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break

llow came these things to pass ? not; I would be loath to have you overflown with O, how minc eyes do loath his visage now a honey bag, signior.-Where's monsieur Mustard- Obe. Silence, a while-Robin, take off this head seed ?

Titania, music call; and strike more dead Must. Ready.

Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Bot. Give me your neis," monsieur Mustard-socd. Tila. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own Must. What's your will ?

fool's eyes peep: Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cava

Obe. Sound, music. [Still music.) Come, my lero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, queen, take hands with me, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my Now thou and I are new in amity; hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, T'ita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, sweet love?

And bless it to all fair posterity:
Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
us have the tongs and the bones.

Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
Tila. Or, say, sweet love,what thou desir'st to eat. Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch

I do hear the morning lark.
your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay,

Trip we after the night's shade: hath no fellow.

We the globe can compass soon, Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek

Swister than the wand'ring moon. The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thec new nuts.

Tila. Come, my lord: and in our flight, Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of

Tell me how it came this night, dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your

That I sleeping here was found, people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come

With these mortals, on the ground, (Eremni. upon me.

[Horns sound within. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. (1) Stroke. (2) Fist.

The, Go one of you, find out the forester : ,


For now our observation is perform’d:

Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
And since we have the vayward' of the day, |As the remembrance of an idle gawd,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.- Which in my childhood I did dote upon:
Tricouple in the western valley; go:

And all the taith, the virtue of my heart,
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.

The object, and the pleasure of mine eyc,
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
And mark the musical confusion

Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear

And will for evermore be true to it.
Such gallant chiding;? for, besides the groves, The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
The shies, the fountains, cvery region near of this discourse we more will hear anon,-
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard Egeus, I will overbear your will;
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. For in the temple, by and by with us,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan These couples shall eternally be knit.

And, for the morning now is something worn,
So flew'd, só sanded; and their heads are hung Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.-
With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap?d like Thessalian bulls; We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.-
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Comc, Hippolyta.
Each under each. A cry more tuneable

[Ereint Thc. Hyp. Ege, and train, Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Dem. These things seem small, and undistinIn Crele, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:

guishable, Judge, when you hear.—But, soft; what nymphs Like far-ofi inountains turned into clouds. are these?

Iler. Methinks, I sce these things with parted eye, Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep: When every thing seems double. And this, Lysander: this Demetrius is;


So methinks : This Helena, old Nedar's llelena:

And I havc found Demetrius like a jewel, I wonder of their being here together.

Minc own, and not mine own. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe Dem.

It seems to me The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, That yet we sleep, we dream.--Do not you think, Came here in grace of our solemnity,

'The duke was here, and bid us follow him ? But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day


And Hippolyta. That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? Jler. Yca: and my father. Eye. It is, my lord.

Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Dein. Why then, we are awake: let's follow hin; their horns,

And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. (Exe. Horns, and shout voihin. Demetrius, Lysander, As they go oul, Bottom awakes. Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up.

Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will The. Good-morrow, friends. St. Valentine is past; answer;-my next is, Nost fair Pyramus.-Hey, Begin these wood-birds but io couple now? no!--Péter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Lys. Pardon, my lord.

Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! [He and the rest kneel to Thescus. stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most The.

I pray you all, stand up. rare vision. I have had a dream,-päst the wit of I know, you are two rival enemies :

min to say what dream it was: Man is but an ass, liow comes this gentle concord in the world,

the go about to espound this dream. Methought That hatred is so far from jealousy,

I was there is no man call tell what. Methought To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?

I was, and methought I had, -But man is but a Lys Niy lord, 1 shall reply amazedly,

patched foo!, if he will offer to say what mrthought Hali 'sleep, half waking: But as yct, I swear, I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of I cannot truly say how I came here:

man hath not scen; man's hand is not able to taste, But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,- his tongue to conccive, nor his heart to report, what And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)

my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a I came with Hermia hither; our intent

ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Dream, because it hath no bottom: and I willing Without the peril of the Athenian law.

it in the latter end of a play, before the duke : Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall I beg the law, the law, upon his head.

sing it at her death.

[Exit. They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius,

SCENE II.-Athens. A room in Quince's Thereby to have defeated you and me :

House. Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and You, of your wife ; and me of my consent;

Starveling of my consent that she should be your wisé.

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he of this their purpose hither, to this wood; come home yet? And I in fury hither follow'd them;

Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, le Fair Helena in fancy following me.

is transported. But, my good lord,' I wot not by what power Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; (But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia, It goes not forward, doth it ?

Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in (1) Forepart. (2) Sound. (31 The dews are the large chaps of a hound."

(4) Love. (5) Toy.


be sung

all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,

Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; handicraft man in Athens.

Or, in the night, imagining some fear, Quin. Yca, and the best person too: and he is How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear! a very paramour for a sweet voice.

Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, And all their minds transfigurd so together, God bless us, a thing of nought.

More witnesseth than fancy's images,

And grows to something of great constancy;? Enter Snug.

But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. more married: if our sport had gone forward, we The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.had all been made men.

Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost Accompany your hearts ! sixpence a-day during his life; he could not have Lys.

More than to us 'scaped sixpence a-day; an the duke had not given Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed. him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, we have, in Pyramus, or nothing.

To wear away this long age of three hours,

Between our after-supper, and bed-time ?
Enter Bottom.

Where is our usual manager of mirth? Bol. Where are these lads ? where are these What revels are in hand ? is there no play, hearts?

To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ? Quin. Bottom!-0 most courageous day! O Call Philostrate. most happy hour!


Here, mighty Theseus. Bot. Másters, I am to discourse wonders: but The. Say, what abridgment have you for this ask me not what ; for, if I tell you, I am no truc evening? Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it What mask? what music? How shall we beguile fell out.

The lazy time, if not with some delight ? Quin. Let us hear, swcet Bottom.

Philost. There is a brief,“ how many sports are Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, ripe; is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel to- Make choice of which your highness will see first. gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons

(Giving a paper. to your pumps; meet presently at the palace ; The. (Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, lo every man look o'er his part, for, the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let By an Alhenian eunuch to the harp. Thisby have clean linen; and let not him, that We'll none of that: that have I told my love, plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out in glory of my kinsman Hercules. for the lions claws. And, most dear actors, eat no The riol of the tipsy Bacchanals, onions, nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a That is an old device; and it was play'd sweet comedy, No more words; away; go, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror, away.

Exeunt. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death

Of learning, lale deceas'd in beggary.
That is some satire, keen, and critical,

Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,

And his lore Thisbe : very tragical mirth. SCENE 1.-The same. An apartment in the Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief? Palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. Philostrate, Lords, and Attendants.

How shall we find the concord of this discord ? Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers Philost. A play there is, my lord, somc ten words speak of.

Jong; The. More strange than true. I never may believe Which is as brief as I have known a play: These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. By ten words, my lord, it is too lorg; Lovers, and madmen, have such scething brains, which makes it tedious: for in all i he play, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

There is not one word apt, one player fitted. More than cool reason ever comprehends.

And tragical, my noble lord, it is ; The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Are of imagination all compact :'

Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, The passion of loud laughter never shed. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

The. What are they, that do play it? The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens Doth głance from heaven to earth, from earth to here, heaven;

Which never labour'd in their minds till now; And, as imagination bodies forth

And now have toil'd their unbreath'd' memories The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen With this same play, against your nuptial. Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing The. And we will hear it. A local habitation, and a name.


No, my noble lord, Such tricks hath strong imagination;

It is not for you: I have heard it over,

And it is nothing, nothing in the world; (1) Are made of mere imagination. (2) Stability. (31 Pastime, (4) Short account.

(5) Unexercised.

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