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it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away;

go, away.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I-The same. An apartment in the Palace of Theseus. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, and Attendants.

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

The. More strange than true. I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:1

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 poet's 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;
Or, in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear!

Hip. But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigur'd so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images,
And grows to something of great constancy;2

(1) Are made of mere imagination. (2) Stability.

But, howsoever, strange, and admirable.

Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts!

Lys.

More than to us

Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed. The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we have,

To wear away this long age of three hours,
Between our after-supper, and bed-time?
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand? is there no play,
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?"
Call Philostrate.

Philost

Here, mighty Theseus.

The. Say, what abridgement! have you for this evening?

What mask? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight?

Philost. There is a brief,2 how many sports are

ripe;

Make choice of which your highness will see first. [Giving a paper. The. [Reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung

By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.

We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.

The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,

Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. That is an old device; and it was play'd When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. That is some satire, keen, and critical, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

(1) Pastime.

(2) Short account.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, And his love Thisbe: very tragical mirth. Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. How shall we find the concord of this discord? Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long;

:

Which is as brief as I have known a play :
By ten words, my lord, it is too long;
Which makes it tedious: for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted,
And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself
Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
The passion of loud laughter never shed.
The. What are they, that do play it?

Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens

here,

Which never labour'd in their minds till now; And now have toil'd their unbreath'd! memories With this same play, against your nuptial.

The. And we will hear it.

Philost.

No, my noble lord,

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

And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
Unless you can find sport in their intents,
Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain,
To do you service.

The.

I will hear that play;

For never any thing can be amiss,

When simpleness and duty tender it.

Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies.

[Exit Philostrate. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his service perishing.

The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.

(1) Unexercised.

Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.

Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake:
And what poor duty cannot do,

Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purpos'd
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty

I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity,
In least, speak most, to my capacity.

Enter Philostrate.

Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is
addrest.1

The. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets.
Enter Prologue.

Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will. That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then, we come but in despite.

We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight,

We are not here. That you should here repent

you,

The actors are at hand; and, by their show,
You shall know all, that you are like to know.

The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt,

(1) Ready.

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he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It is not enough to speak, but to speak true.

Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.

The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion, as in dumb show.

Prol. 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.

'This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present 'Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder:

'And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are cou

tent

To whisper; at the which let no man wonder. 'This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, 'Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will know, "By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn

To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. 'This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,2 The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,

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Did scare away, or rather did affright:

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 Thisby's mantle slain: 'Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, 'He bravely broach'd 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.' [Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. (1) A musical instrument. (2) Called.

VOL. II.

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