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Despatch, I-say, and find the forester.
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd,? so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge, when you bear. But, soft; what nymphs are
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
Ege. It is; my lord.
Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER,
HERMIA, and HELENA,. wake and start up. The.' Good-morrow friends. Saint Valentine is
past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord.
[He and the rest kneel to Theseus.. The.
I pray you all, stand up. I know, you are two rival enemies; How comes this gentle concord in the That hatred is so far from jealousy, To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half 'sleep, half waking : But as yet, I swear, I cannot truly say how I came here: But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,And now I do bethink me, so it is ;) I came with Hermia hither: our intent Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Without the peril of the Athenian law.
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord;. you have enough: I beg the law, the law, upon his head. They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius, Thereby to have defeated
you You, of your wife; and me, of my consent; Of my consent that she should be your wife.
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither, to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them;
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met ::
[Exeunt Tue. HiP. EG E, and train. Dem. These things seem small, and undistin
guishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds..
Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double.
It seems to me, That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think, The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
Her. Yea; and my father.
Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; And, by the way, let us recount our dreams.
[Exeunt. As they go out, BOTTOM awakes. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer :-my next is, Most fair Pyramus.-Hey, 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 most rare vision. I 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. Methought I was there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,--Bụt man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream
I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall 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 : Peradventure,
to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death.
Athens. A Room in Quince's House.
Enter QUINCE, Flute, SNOUT, and
STARVELING. Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet?
Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported. Flu. If he come not, then the play is mar
goes not forward, doth it?
Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he.
Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handycraft man in Athens,
Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very paramour, for a sweet voice.
Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God bless us, a thing of nought.
Enter SNUG. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married : if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men.
Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a-day during his life; he could not have 'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given