Doth Mother Know
Grand speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smiling
When I a fat and edible bean-fed horse betray,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And erstwhile lurk I in a gossip'south bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, confronting her lips I bob
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Erstwhile for three-human foot stool mistaketh me;
Then skid I from her bum, downward topples she,
And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a coughing;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted at that place.
Only, room, fairy! here comes Oberon. 
The king doth keep his revels here to-night:
Take heed the queen come not within his sight;
For Oberon is passing savage 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 accept the kid
Knight of his railroad train, to trace the forests wild;
But she perforce withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy:
And now they never meet in grove or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,
But, they do square, that all their elves for fear
Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there.
Through the forest accept I gone.
But Athenian establish I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower'south force in stirring love.
Night and silence..Who is hither?
Weeds of Athens he doth wearable:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping audio,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not prevarication
Nearly this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When grand wakest, allow dearest forbid
Slumber his seat on thy eyelid:
And then awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.
Adept Hermia, practice non be so bitter with me.
I evermore did dearest you, Hermia,
Did ever go on your counsels, never wrong'd you;
Relieve that, in dear unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this forest.
He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him;
Merely he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
And now, so you will let me repose go,
To Athens volition I bear my folly back
And follow y'all no further: let me go:
You see how unproblematic and how fond I am.
O spite! O hell! I see you lot all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:
If you we re civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Tin can you not hate me, as I know you exercise,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in prove,
You would not utilise a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You lot both are rivals, and honey Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears upwards in a poor maid's optics
With your derision! none of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to brand you sport.
Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they take conjoin'd all iii
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!
Have yous conspired, have y'all with these contrived
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that nosotros ii accept shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that nosotros have spent,
When nosotros have chid the jerky-footed time
For parting u.s.a.,--O, is it all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, babyhood innocence?
Nosotros, Hermia, like ii artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both i bloom,
Both on 1 sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of 1 vocal, both in one fundamental,
As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been contain. Then we grow together,
Like to a double ruby-red, seeming parted,
But yet an spousal relationship in sectionalisation;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stalk;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due only to 1 and crowned with one crest.
And will you hire our ancient dear asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
Information technology is non friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sexual activity, as well as I, may chide you lot for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.
Lysander. You lot have her father'due south love, Demetrius;
Let me have Hermia'south: do yous marry him.
Egeus. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my dearest,
And what is mine my love shall render him.
And she is mine, and all my right of her
I do estate unto Demetrius.
Lysander. I am, my lord, as well derived every bit he,
Equally well possess'd; my love is more than his;
My fortunes every fashion equally fairly rank'd,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
And, which is more all these boasts tin can be,
I am love of beauteous Hermia:
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
Made honey to Nedar's girl, Helena,
And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant human being.
That very time I saw, but thou couldst not,
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal throned by the west,
And loosed his dearest-shaft smartly from his bow,
Every bit information technology should pierce a hundred thousand hearts;
But I might see immature Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon,
And the imperial votaress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet marking'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It roughshod upon a footling 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 shew'd thee once:
The juice of information technology on sleeping eye-lids laid
Will make or man or adult female madly dote
Upon the next live fauna that it sees.
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
I pray thee, give it me.
I know a banking concern 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,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I'll streak her optics,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Accept thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
A sweet Athenian lady is in dearest
With a disdainful youth: bless his eyes;
But do it when the next thing he espies
May exist the lady: k shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Result information technology with some care, that he may prove
More fond on her than she upon her love:
And expect yard meet me ere the starting time cock crow.
If we shadows take offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you lot accept but slumber'd hither
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding only a dream,
Gentles, practice not reprehend:
if you pardon, nosotros will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
At present to 'scape the snake's tongue,
We will make apology ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
Then, expert night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if nosotros be friends,
And Robin shall restore apology.
More than 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 always comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell tin can concur,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a forehead of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to sky;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet'southward pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to blusterous nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath potent imagination,
That if it would but auscultate some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How piece of cake is a bush-league supposed a bear!
My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Of this their purpose here to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them,
Fair Helena in fancy following me.
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,.
But by some ability it is,.my love to Hermia,
Melted every bit the snowfall, seems to me now
Every bit the remembrance of an idle gaud
Which in my babyhood I did dote upon;
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and the pleasance of mine eye,
Is merely Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
But, like in sickness, did I loathe this nutrient;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now I exercise wish information technology, love it, long for it,
And volition for evermore exist true to it.
[Awaking] When my cue comes, call me, and I will reply: my next is, 'Nigh fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a nigh rare vision. I take had a dream, past the wit of homo to say what dream it was: man is only an ass, if he go near to expound this dream. Methought I was--there is no man can tell what. Methought I was,.and methought I had,.only man is but a patched fool, if he will offering to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath non heard, the ear of man hath not seen, human's paw is not able to gustatory modality, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to study, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: information technology shall exist called Bottom's Dream, because information technology hath no lesser; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke: peradventure, to make information technology the more gracious, I shall sing information technology at her death.
Bottom. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
I thank thee, Moon, for shining at present so bright;
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to have of truest Thisby sight.
Simply stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, exercise you see?
How can information technology exist?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy drape adept,
What, stain'd with blood!
Approach, ye Furies fell!
O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum;
Quail, vanquish, conclude, and quell!
Hippolyta. Beshrew my heart, just I pity the man. Theseus. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would get near to make a man look distressing.
Bottom. O wherefore, Nature, didst chiliad lions frame?
Since king of beasts vile hath hither deflower'd my honey:
Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame
That lived, that loved, that liked, that wait'd with cheer.
Come, tears, confound;
Out, sword, and wound
The pap of Pyramus;
Ay, that left pap,
Where eye doth hop:
[Stabs himself]
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
At present am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky:
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon have thy flight:
[Get out Moonshine]
Now dice, die, die, die, dice.
[as Thisbe] Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my pigeon?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must embrace thy sugariness eyes.
These My lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan:
His optics were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands equally pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Natural language, not a word:
Come up, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
[Stabs herself]
And, goodbye, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Good day, bye, adieu.
[Dies]
Ready your middle at rest:
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votaress of my order:
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side,
And sat with me on Neptune'south yellowish sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the alluvion,
When nosotros have laugh'd to see the sails conceive
And grow large-bellied with the wanton air current;
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following,.her womb and then rich with my young squire,--
Would imitate, and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake practise I rear up her male child,
And for her sake I will not office with him.
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over stake,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I exercise wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the light-green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gilt coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come hither anon.
Puppet? why and then? ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath fabricated compare
Between our statures; she hath urged her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her meridian, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown and then high in his esteem;
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, chiliad painted maypole? speak;
How depression am I? I am not yet so low
Only that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
Telephone call you me fair? that fair again unsay..
Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars; and your natural language's sugariness air
More tuneable than distraction to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is communicable: O, were favour then,
Yours would I catch, off-white Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your vocalization, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your natural language's sweet melody.
Were the globe mine, Demetrius being aside,
The rest I'd give to be to you lot translated.
O, teach me how yous look, and with what art
You sway the movement of Demetrius' heart.
Help me, Lysander, help me! practise thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!
Lysander, look how I practice convulse with fear:
Methought a serpent consume my heart away,
And you sabbatum smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? gone? no audio, no word?
Alack, where are y'all speak, an if yous hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? so I well perceive y'all all non nigh
Either death or yous I'll find immediately.
O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the bottom is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
For she hath blest and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes and so vivid? Not with salt tears:
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly equally a bear;
For beasts that meet me run away for fear:
Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
Do, every bit a monster fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling drinking glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?
But who is hither? Lysander! on the ground!
Expressionless? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander if yous alive, good sir, awake.
Titania. [Awaking] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Bottom. [Sings]
The finch, the sparrow and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer nay;.
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry
'cuckoo' never so?
Titania. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy annotation;
And so is mine center enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue'due south force perforce doth movement me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
Bottom. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason
for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and
love proceed picayune company together now-a-days; the
more the pity that some honest neighbours will not
make them friends. Nay, I tin can gleek upon occasion.
Titania. One thousand art as wise as one thousand art beautiful.
Bottom. Not and then, neither: simply if I had wit plenty to get out
of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own plough.
Titania. Out of this wood practise not desire to become:
Thou shalt remain hither, whether 1000 wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no mutual charge per unit;
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I practise love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll requite thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness then
That grand shalt like an airy spirit get.
My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping 60 minutes,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for staff of life upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-24-hour interval.
The shallowest thick-pare of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and enter'd in a restriction
When I did him at this advantage accept,
An ass'south nole I fixed on his caput:
Anon his Thisbe must exist answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun'south report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
Then, at his sight, abroad his fellows fly;
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus potent,
Made senseless things begin to practise them incorrect;
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things grab.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment, so information technology came to pass,
Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.
At present the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary chore fordone.
Now the wasted brands exercise glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
At present information technology is the fourth dimension of dark
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every i lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate'south team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: non a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Welcome, good Robin. See'st thousand this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to compassion:
For, coming together her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet favours from this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her and autumn out with her;
For she his hairy temples so had rounded
With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds
Was wont to peachy like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes
Like tears that did their own disgrace bemoan.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her
And she in balmy terms begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To comport him to my bower in fairy state.
And at present I accept the boy, I volition undo
This hateful imperfection of her optics:
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the caput of this Athenian swain;
That, he awaking when the other exercise,
May all to Athens back once again repair
And think no more of this night's accidents
But as the violent vexation of a dream.
But showtime I will release the fairy queen.
Exist equally thou wast wont to be;
See as 1000 wast wont to encounter:
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such forcefulness and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake y'all, my sweet queen.
The kinder we, to give them cheers for nothing.
Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
And what poor duty cannot practice, noble respect
Takes information technology in might, not merit.
Where I take come, bully clerks accept purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Where I take seen them shiver and wait pale,
Brand periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practised accent in their fears
And in conclusion dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence notwithstanding I pick'd a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much as from the rattling natural language
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least speak most, to my capacity.
Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Stand up forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand up forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke,
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child;
Thou, thou, Lysander, g hast given her rhymes,
And interchanged love-tokens with my kid:
One thousand hast by moonlight at her window sung,
With feigning vox verses of feigning beloved,
And stolen the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers
Of potent prevailment in unharden'd youth:
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke,
Be information technology so she; will not hither earlier your grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
Which shall be either to this admirer
Or to her death, according to our law
Immediately provided in that instance.
Thousand see'st these lovers seek a identify to fight:
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the nighttime;
The starry welkin encompass chiliad betimes
With drooping fog equally black every bit Acheron,
And lead these testy rivals so off-target
As one come not within another'southward way.
Like to Lysander onetime frame thy tongue,
So stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail 1000 similar Demetrius;
And from each other look thou atomic number 82 them thus,
Till o'er their brows decease-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth pitter-patter:
Then crush this herb into Lysander'due south centre;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To have 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 finish.
Whiles I in this affair practice thee employ,
I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy;
Then I volition her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.
Hermia. Now I merely chide; but I should use thee worse,
If grand hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Beingness o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sunday was non so true unto the twenty-four hour period
As he to me: would he have stolen away
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe equally before long
This whole globe may be bored and that the moon
May through the centre creep then displease
Her blood brother'southward noontide with Antipodes.
It cannot exist merely one thousand hast murder'd him;
So should a murderer expect, so dead, so grim.
Demetrius. So should the murder'd look, and so should I,
Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty:
All the same you, the murderer, look as brilliant, every bit articulate,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
Hermia. What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt one thousand give him me?
Demetrius. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
Hermia. Out, canis familiaris! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden'south patience. Hast k slain him, then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men!
O, once tell true, tell truthful, even for my sake!
Durst thou accept look'd upon him being awake,
And hast thou impale'd him sleeping? O dauntless touch!
Could non a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did information technology; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
Now, until the break of twenty-four hour period,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the all-time bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue in that location create
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
E'er truthful in loving be;
And the blots of Nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand up;
Never mole, hare lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nascence,
Shall upon their children exist.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber anoint,
Through this palace, with sweet peace;
And the owner of information technology blest
E'er shall in rubber remainder.
Trip abroad; make no stay;
See me all by intermission of day.
[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train]
How happy some o'er other some tin can be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;
He volition not know what all only he do know:
And every bit he errs, adoring on Hermia'south eyes,
And so I, admiring of his qualities:
Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath Beloved's listen of any judgement taste;
Wings and no optics figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is then oftentimes beguiled.
Equally waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
Then the male child Dear is perjured every where:
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,
He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
Then he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flying:
Then to the wood will he to-morrow night
Pursue her; and for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
But herein hateful I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again.
These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summertime's leap,
Met nosotros on loma, in dale, woods or mead,
Past paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the body of water,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
Only with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, pipage to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the ocean
Contagious fogs; which falling in the country
Have every rain river made and then proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The homo mortals desire their winter here;
No dark is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do grow:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the cerise rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweetness summer buds
Is, equally in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, aroused winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, at present knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.
Quince. If we offend, information technology is with our good volition.
That y'all should think, we come up non to offend,
Simply with adept will. To show our simple skill,
That is the truthful beginning of our finish.
Consider then nosotros come only in despite.
We practise not come as minding to contest you,
Our true intent is. All for your delight
We are not here. That y'all should here apologize you,
The actors are at mitt and by their show
You shall know all that you are similar to know.
Lysander. He hath rid his prologue like a rough filly; he knows Hippolyta. Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child Theseus. His voice communication, was similar a tangled chain; aught Theseus. This beau doth non stand upon points.
non the stop. A skilful moral, my lord: it is not
plenty to speak, but to speak true.
on a recorder; a sound, just not in authorities.
impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
[Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion]
Quince. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this bear witness;
But wonder on, till truth brand all things plain.
This man is Pyramus, if y'all would know;
This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.
This man, with lime and crude-cast, doth nowadays
Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder;
And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content
To whisper. At the which let no man wonder.
This man, with lanthorn, domestic dog, and bush of thorn,
Presenteth Moonshine; for, if y'all volition know,
By moonshine did these lovers think no contemptuousness
To run into at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name,
The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
Did scare away, or rather did affright;
And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall,
Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.
Betimes comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty Thisby'due south drape slain:
Whereat, with bract, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody chest;
And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died. For all the balance,
Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain
At large discourse, while here they do remain.
Theseus. Say, what abridgement take you for this evening?
What masque? what music? How shall we betray
The lazy fourth dimension, if not with some delight?
[Giving a paper] Philostrate. At that place is a brief how many sports are ripe:
Make choice of which your highness will see first
Theseus. [Reads] 'The battle with the Centaurs, to exist sung
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.'
Nosotros'll none of that: that have I told my dear,
In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
[Reads]
'The anarchism of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Vehement the Thracian singer in their rage.'
That is an old device; and it was play'd
When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
[Reads]
'The thrice three Muses mourning for the expiry
Of Learning, late deceased in beggary.'
That is some satire, keen and critical,
Not sorting with a nuptial anniversary.
[Reads]
'A irksome brief scene of young Pyramus
And his dearest Thisbe; very tragical mirth.'
Merry and tragical! tedious and brief!
That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
How shall we find the concord of this discord?
Source: https://www.shakespeare-monologues.org/plays/13
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