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Unless you can find sport in their intents, 'This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, * Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will know, To do you service.

* By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn The. I will hear that play;

"To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. For never any thing can be amiss,

* This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, When simpleness and duty tender it.

The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Go, bring them in ;-—and take your places, ladies.. Did scare away, or rather did aftright;

[Erit Philostrate. And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain : And duty in his service perishing,

· Anon cones Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such. And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: thing

Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. • He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for ' And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, nothing.

His dagger drow, and died. For all the rest, Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain, And what poor duty cannot do,

* At large discourse, while here they do remain. Noble respect takes it in might, not mcrit.

(Ercunt Prol. Thisbc, Lion, and Moonshine. Where I have come, great clerks have purpos'd The. I wonder, is the lion be to spcak. To grcet me with premeditated welcomes; Dem. No wonder, my lord : one lion may, when Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,

many asses do. Make periods in the midst of sentences,

Wall. 'In this same interlude, it doth befall, Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, * And such a wall, as I would have you think, Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet, That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, Out of this silence, yet, 1 pick'd a welcome; “Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, And in the modesty of learful duty

Did whisper often very secretly; I read as much, as from the rattling tongue |*This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth Or saucy and audacious eloquence.

show Lore, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, * That I am that same wall; the truth is so : In least, speak most, to my capacity.

And this the cranny is, right and sinister,

* Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.' Enter Philostrate.

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is better? addrest.'

Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpels. discourse, my lord. Enler Prologue.

The. Pyramus draws near the wall; silence !

Enter Pyramus.
Prol. If we offend, it is wilh our good will.
That you should think, we come not to offend,

Pyr. 'O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so But with good will. To show our simple skill,

black ! That is the true beginning of our end.

O night, which ever art, when day is not! Consider then, we come but in despite.

O night, 0 night, alack, alack, alack, We do not come as minding lo content you,

'I fear my Thishy's promise is forgot! Our true intent is. All for your delight,

* And thou,wall, o sweet, O lovely wall, We are nol here. Thai you should here repent you,

“That stand'st between her father's ground and The actors are at hand ; and, by their shov,

mine; You shall know all, that you are like to know.

"Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall, The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.

(Wall holds up his fingers. Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt; • Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thce well for he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: ii this ! is not enough to speak, but to speak truc.

"But what see I ? No Thisby do I sec. Ilip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, "o wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ;, like a child on a recorder ;í a sound, but not in *Curst be thy' stones for thus deceiving me !" government.

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should The. His specch was like a tangled chain ; no

curse again. thing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and me, is Thisby's cued she is to enter now, and I am Lion, as in dumb show.

to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will

fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes. Prol. "Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show;

Enter Thisbe. But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This. 'O wall, full often hast thou heard my *This man is Pyramus, if you would know ;

moans, “This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. 'For parting 'my fair Pyramus and me: “This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present 'My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.' sunder:

Pyr. 'I see a voice; now will I to the chink, And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are "To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. content

*Thisby!' "To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder. This. “My love! thou art my love, I think.' (1) Ready. (2) A musical instrument.

(3) Called.

Pyr. "Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's Lys. Proceed, moon. grace ;

Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, And like Limander am I trusty still.'

that the lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the This. ' And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.' moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush ; and this Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.' dog, my dog. This. ' As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.' Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; Pyr. 'O, kiss me through the hole of this vile for they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes wall.'

Thisbe, This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.'

Enter Thisbe. Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?'

This. 'This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my This. Tide life, tide death, I come without de- love?' lay.'

Lion. Oh, Wall. 'l'hus have I,Wall, my part discharged so;

(The Lion roars.-Thisbe runs off. * And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.' Dem. Well roared, lion.

(Exeunt Wall, Pyramiis, and Thisbe. The. Well run, Thisbe. The. Now is the mural down between the two Hip. Well shonc, moon.—Truly, the moon ncighbours,

shines with a good grace. Dem. No remcdy, my lord, when walls are so The. Well moused, lion. wilful to hear without warning:

(The lion tears Thishe's manlle, and exil. Hip. This is the silliest stuli that ever I heard. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and Lys. And then the moon vanishes, the worst are 110 worse, il imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not

Enter Pyramus. theirs.

Pyr. 'Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they beams; of themselves, they may puss for excellent men. I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright: Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. For, by thy gracious, golden glittering streams, Enter Lion and Moonshine.

• I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

• But stay ;-0 spite ! Lion. "You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do

* But mark:-Poor knight, fear

« What dreadful dole is here! • The smallest monstrous mouse that crccps on

Eyes, do you see? floor,

O dainiy duck! O dear! “May now, perchance, both quake and tremble

Thy mantle good, here,

What, staind with blood ? "When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.

Approach, ye lurics fell! ' Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am

io fales! come, come ; 'Alion fell, nor else no lion's duni:

Cut thread and thruin;? For if I should as lion come in strife

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" * Into this place, 'twere pity on iny life.'

The. This passion, and the death of a dcar The. A very gentle beast, and of a good con- friend, would go near to make a man look sad. science.

Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Dem. The very best at a bcast, my lord, that Pyr. 0, whicreiore, naturc, didst thou lions e'er I saw.

frame? Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. "Since lion vile hath herc deflour'd my dear: The. True; and a goose for his discretion. " Which is-no, 110—which was the faircst dame,

Dem. Not so, my lord: for inis valour cannot ' That livd, ihat lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with carry his discretion; and the fos carries the goose.

cheer, The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his

Come, tcars, consound; valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is

Out, sword, and wound weil: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to "The pop of Pyramus: the moon.

A:, that lett pap, Moon. “This lantern doth the horned moon pre

Where heart doth hop: sent :'

"Thus dic I, thus, thus, thus. Dem. He should have worn the horns on his

Now am I dead, head.

"Now am I sled; The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisi- My soul is in the sky: ble within the circumference.

Tongue, lose thy light! Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon

'Moon, take thy slight! present;

"Now, die, die, die, die, die. • Myself the man i' th' moon do sccm to be.'

(Dics.-Exit Moonshine, The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but the man should be put into the lantern: How is it one. clse the man i' the moon ?

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: he is nothing. for, you see, it is already in snuff."

The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, he recover, and prove an ass. would change!

Hip.' How chance Moonshine is gone, before The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? that he is in the wane : but yet, in courtesy, in all The. She will find him by star-light. Here she reason, we must stay the time.

comes; and her passion ends the play. (1) In anger; a quibble. (2) Coarse yarn. (3) Destroy.

(4) Countenance

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Enler Thiebe.

From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream, Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, Now are frolic; not a mouse for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be briel.

Shall disturb this hollow'd house : Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Py

I am sent, with broom before, ramus, which Thisbc, is the better.

To swcep the dust behind the door. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.

Enter Oberon and Titania, with their Train. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.This. Asleep, my love ?

Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, What, dead, my dove?

By the dead and drowsy fire :
"O Pyramus, arise,

Every cll, and fairy sprite,
Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?

Hop as light as bird from brier;
* Dead, dead ? A tomb

And this ditty, aiter me,
Must cover thy sweet eyes.

Sing and dance it trippingly.
" These lily brows,

Tila. First rehearse this song by rote: 'This cherry nose,

To each word a warbling note, * These yellow cowslip cheeks,

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
• Are gone, are gone:

Will we sing, and bless this place.
"Lovers, make moan!
His eyes were green as leeks.

O sisters three,
Come, come, to me,

Obe. Now, until the break of day, "With hands as pale as milk ;

Through this house each fairy stray. * Lay them in gore,

To the best bride-bed will wc, 'Since you have shore

Which by us shall blessed be; . With shears his thread of silk.

And the issue, there create,
Tonguc, not a word:-

Ever shall be fortunate.
• Comc, trusty sword;

So shall all the couples three
Come, blade, my breast imbrue;

Ever true in loving be:
And farewell, friends ;-

And the blots of nature's hand
Thus, Thisby ends :

Shall not in their issue stand; • Adieu, adieu, adieu.'


Never enole, hare-lip, nor scar, The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the

Nor mark prodigious, such as are dead.

Despised in nativity, Dem. Ay, and Wall too,

Shall upon their children be


With this field-dew consecrate, Bol. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the

Every fairy take his gait ; epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between

And each several chamber bless, two of our company?

Through this palace with sweet pcace The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play

E’er shall it in safety rest, needs no escuse. Never excuse; fór when the playa

And the owner of it blesi, ers are all dead, there need none to be blanca.

Trip away;

Make no stay; Marry, if he that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have

Meet me all by break of day. been a line tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very

[Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: Puck. If we shadows have offended, let your epilogue alone. [Pere a dance of Clowns. Think but this (and all is mended,) The iron tongue of midnight hath toll twelve:

That you have but slumber'd here, Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time.

While these visions did

appear. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming porn,

Nid this weak and idle theme, As much as we this night have overwatch'd.

No more yielding but a dream, This palpable gross play hath well beguild

Genlles, do not reprehend ; The heavy gai of night.-Sweet friends, to bed. - If you pardon, we will mnend. A fortnight hold we this solennity,

And, as I am an honest Puck,
In nightly revels, and new jollity. (Exeunt. If we have unearned luck

Now lo 'scape the serpent's tongue,
SCENE II.- Enler Puck.

We will make amends, ere long :

Else the Puck a liar cull.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;

So, good night into you all.
Whilst the heavy ploughman snorcs,

Give me your hands, if we be friends,

And Robin shall restore amends. [Exit. All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in wo, la remembrance of a shroud.

Wild and fantastical as this play is, all the parts Now it is the time of night,

in their various modes are well writion, and give That the graves, all gaping wide,

the kind of pleasure which the author designed. Every one lets forth his sprite,

Fairies in his time were much in fashion; common In the church-way paths to glide :

tradition had made them familiar, and Spencer's And we fairies, that do run

poem had made them great.

JOHNSON, By the triple Hecate's team, (1) Progress, (2) Overcome,

(3) Portentous,

(4) Way.



Ferdinand, king of Navarre.

A Forester.
Longaville, lords, altending on the king, Prinsess of France.

Boyet, Lurils, attending on the princess of Maria, ladies, atlending on the princess.
Mercade, France.

Don Adriano de Armado, a fantastical Spaniard. Jaquenetta, a country wench.
Sir Nathaniel, a curale.
Holofernes, a schoolmaster.

Officers and olhers, allendants on the king ana Dull, a constable.

princess. Costard, a clown. Moth, page lo Armado.

Scene, Navarre,

common sense ;


And, one day in a week lo louch no food;

And but one meal on every day beside ; SCENE 1.-N.warre. A park, toith a palace And then to sleep but three hours in the night,

The which, I hope, is not enrolled there : in it. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and And not to be seen to wiuk of all the day; Dumain.

(When I was wont to think no harın all night, King.

And make a dark night too of half the day;) LET fame, that all hunt aller in their lives,

Which, I hope well, is not enrolled there:

O, these are barren tasks, too hard to keep; Live register'd upon our brazen tombs,

Not to see ladies, study, fast, not sleep. And then grace us in the disgrace of death; King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these When, spile of cormorant devouring time,

Biron. Let me say no, my liege, an if you please; The endeavour of this present breath may buy I only sworc, to study with your grace, That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen And stay here in your court for three years' space. edge,

Long. You sivore to that, Biron, and to the rest. And make us heirs of all eternity.

Biron. By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in Therefore, brave conquerors !--or so you are,

jest, That war against your own affections,

What is the end of study ? let me know. And the huge army of the world's desires,

King. Why, that to know, which else we should Our late edíct shall strongly stand in force:

not know. Navarre shall be the wonder of the world ; Biron. Things hid and barrd, you mean, from Our court shall be a little académe, Still and contemplative in living art.

King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. You three, Biron, Dumain, and Longaville, Biron. Come on, then, I will swear to study so. Have sworn for three years' terın to live with me, To know the thing I am sorbid to know : My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, As thus-To study where I well may dine, That are recorded in this schedule here:

When I to feast expressly am forbid ; Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; Or, study where to meet some mistress fine, That his own hand may strike his honour down, When mistresses froin common sense are hid : That violates the smallest branch herein : Or, having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath, If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do,

Study to break it, and not break my troth.
Subscribe to your deep oath, and keep it too. It study's gain be thus, and this be so,

Long. I am resolvd: 'tis but a three years' sast; Study knows that, which yet it doth not know :
The inind shall banquet, though the body pine : Swear me to this,' and I will ne'er say, no.
Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits King. These be the stops that hinder study quite,
Make rich the ribs, but bank'rout quite the wits. And train our intellects to rain delight.

Dum. My loving lord, Dumain is mortificd; Biron. Why, all delights are vain ; but that
The grosser manner of these world's delights

most vain, He throws upon the gross world's baser slaves : Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain : To love, to wealth, to pomp, I pine and die ; As, painfully to pore upon a book, With all these living in philosophy.

so seek the like of truth; while truth the while Biron. I can but say their protestation over, Doth falsely! blind the eyesight of his look: So much, dear liege, I have already sworn, Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile : That is, 'To live and study here three years, So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, But there are other strict observances :

Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes. As, not to see a woman in that term; Which, I hope well, is not enrolled

there :

(1) Dishonestly treacherously,

Study me how to please the eye indeed, Therefore this article is made in vain,
By fixing it upon a fairer eye;

Or vainly cornes the admired princess hither. Who dazzling so, that eye shall be his heed, King. What say you, lords? why, this was And give him light that was it blinded by.

quite forgot Study is like the heaven's glorious sun,

Biron. 'So study evermore is overshot ; That will not be deep-search'd with saucy looks ; While it doth study to have what it would, Small have continual plodders ever won,

It doth forget to do the thing it should : Save base authority from others' books. And when it hath the thing it hunteth most, These carthly godfathers of heaven's lights, 'Tis won, as towns with fire ; so won, so lost. That gave a name to every fixed star,

King. We must, of force, dispense with this Have no more profit of their shining nights,

decree; Than those that walk, and wot not what they are. She must lied here on merc necessity. Too much to know, is, to know nought but fame; Biron. Necessity will make us all forsworn And every godfather can give a name.

Three thousand times within this three years' King. How well he's read, to reason against space : reading!

For every man with his affects is born; Dum. Proceeded well, to stop all good pro

Not by might master'd, but by special grace : ceeding!

If I break faith, this word 'shall speak for me, Long. He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the I am forsworn on mere necessity weeding.

So to the laws at large I write my name : Biron. The spring is near, when green geese

(Subscribes. ara a breeding.

And he that breaks them in the least degree, Dum. How follows that?

Stands in attainder of eternal shame : Biron.

Fit in his place and time. Suggestions are to others, as to me; Dum. In reason nothing.

But, I believe, although I seem so loth, Biron,

Something then in rhyme. I am the last that will last keep his oath. Long. Biron is like an envious sneaping' frost, But is there no quick recreation granted :

That bites the first-born infants of the spring. King. Ay, that there is : our court, you know, Biron. Well, say I am; why should proud sum

is haunted
mer boast,

With a refined traveller of Spain;
Before the birds have any cause to sing ? A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
Why should I joy in an abortive birth ?

That hath a mint of phrases in his brain : At Christinas, I no more desire a rose

One, whom the music of his own vain tongue "Than wish a snow in May's new-langled shows ;? Doth ravish, like enchanting harmony ; But like of each thing, that in season grows. A man of complements, whom right and wrong So you, to study now it is too late,

Hlave chose as umpire of their mutiny : Climb o'er the house to unlock the little gate. This child of fancy, that Armado hight,

King. Well, sit you out: go home, Birón; adieu ! For interim to our studies, shall relate, Biron. No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay In high-born words, the worth of many a knight with you:

From tawny Spain, lost in the world's debate. And, though I have for barbarism spoke more,

How you delight, my lords, I know not, I;
Than for that angel knowledge you can say, But I protest, I love to hear him lie,
Yet confident I'll keep what I have swore,

And I'will use him for my minstrelsy.
And 'bide the penance of each three years' day. Biron. Armado is a most illustrious wight,
Give me the paper, let me read the same; A man of fire-new words, fashion's own knight.
And to the strict'st decrees, I'll write my name.

Long. Costard the swain, and he, shall be our King. How well this yielding rescues thee from

sport; shame!

And, so to study, three years is but short. Biron. (Reads.] Item, That no woman shall come within a mile of my court.

Enter Dull, with a lelter, and Costard. And hath this been proclaim'd ?

Dull. Which is the duke's own person ? Long.

Four days ago

Biron. This, fellow; What would'st? Biron. Let's see the penalty

Dull. I myself reprehend his own person, for I (Reads. 1-On pain of losing her tongue.-- am his grace's tharborough :' but I would see his

Who devis'd this ? own person in flesh and blood. Long. Marry, that did I.

Biron. This is he. Biron. Sweet lord, and why ?

Dull. Signior Arme-Arme-commends you.Long. To fright them hence with that dread There's villany abroad ; this letter will tell you

penalty. Biron. A dangerous law against gentility. Cost. Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching (Reads.) Item, If any man be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years, he shall King. A letter from the magnificent Armado. endure such public shame as the rest of the court Biron. How low soever the matter, I hope in can possibly devise

God for high words. This article, my liege, yoursell must break; Long. A high hope for a low having: God grant For, well you know, here comes in embassy us patience! The French king's daughter, with yourself to Biron. To hear? or forbear hearing? speak,

Long. To hear meekly, sir, and to laugh modeA maid of grace, and complete majesty,– rately, or to forbear both. About surrender-up of Aquitain

Biron. Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us To her decrepit, sick, and bed-rid father : cause to climb in the merriness.

(1) Nipping, (2) Games, sports, (5) Lively, sprightly. (6) Called, (3) Reside. (4) Temptations, (7) i, e, third-borough, a peace officer,



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