That's all one:you shall play it in a mask,and you may speak as small as you will. BOTTOM An I may hide my face,let me play Thisby too,I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.'Thisne, Thisne;''Ah,Pyramus,lover dear!thy Thisby dear, and lady dear!' QUINCE No,no;you must play Pyramus:and,Flute,you Thisby. BOTTOM Well,proceed. QUINCE Robin Starveling,the tailor. STARVELING Here,Peter Quince. QUINCE Robin Starveling,you must play Thisby's mother. Tom Snout,the tinker. SNOUT Here,Peter Quince. QUINCE
That's all one: you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will. BOTTOM An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne, Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear, and lady dear!' QUINCE No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby. BOTTOM Well, proceed. QUINCE Robin Starveling, the tailor. STARVELING Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother. Tom Snout, the tinker. SNOUT Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE
You,Pyramus'father:myself,Thisby's father: Snug,the joiner;you,the lion's part:and,I hope,here is a play fitted. SNUG Have you the lion's part written?pray you,if it be,give it me,for I am slow of study. QUINCE You may do it extempore,for it is nothing but roaring. BOTTOM Let me play the lion too:I will roar,that I will do any man's heart good to hear me;I will roar, that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.' QUINCE An you should do it too terribly,you would fright the duchess and the ladies,that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all. ALL That would hang us,every mother's son. BOTTOM I grant you,friends,if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits,they would have no more discretion but to hang us:but I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove;I will roar you an'twere any nightingale
You, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's father: Snug, the joiner; you, the lion's part: and, I hope, here is a play fitted. SNUG Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study. QUINCE You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring. BOTTOM Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar again.' QUINCE An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all. ALL That would hang us, every mother's son. BOTTOM I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale
QUINCE You can play no part but Pyramus;for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man;a proper man,as one shall see in a summer's day;a most lovely gentleman-like man: therefore you must needs play Pyramus. BOTTOM Well,I will undertake it.What beard were I best to play it in? QUINCE Why,what you will. BOTTOM I will discharge it in either your straw-colour beard,your orange-tawny beard,your purple-in-grain beard,or your French-crown-colour beard,your perfect yellow. QUINCE Some of your French crowns have no hair at all,and then you will play bare-faced.But,masters,here are your parts:and I am to entreat you,request you and desire you,to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood,a mile without the town,by moonlight;there will we rehearse,for if we meet in the city,we shall be dogged with company,and our devices known.In the meantime I will draw a bill of properties,such as our play wants.I pray you,fail me not. BOTTOM
QUINCE You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man: therefore you must needs play Pyramus. BOTTOM Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in? QUINCE Why, what you will. BOTTOM I will discharge it in either your straw-colour beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow. QUINCE Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request you and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with company, and our devices known. In the meantime I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. BOTTOM
We will meet;and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.Take pains;be perfect:adieu. QUINCE At the duke's oak we meet. BOTTOM Enough;hold or cut bow-strings. [Exeunt] Act2 Scene 1 [A wood near Athens.] [Enter,from opposite sides,a Fairy,and PUCK] PUCK How now,spirit!whither wander you? Fairy Over hill,over dale Thorough bush,thorough brier, Over park,over pale, Thorough flood,thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies,fairy favours
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu. QUINCE At the duke's oak we meet. BOTTOM Enough; hold or cut bow-strings. [Exeunt] Act 2 Scene 1 [A wood near Athens.] [Enter, from opposite sides, a Fairy, and PUCK] PUCK How now, spirit! whither wander you? Fairy Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold 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 here anon. PUCK The king doth keep his revels here to-night: Take heed the queen come not within his sight; For Oberon is passing fell 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 have the child Knight of his 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. Fairy Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Call'd Robin Goodfellow:are not you he That frights the maidens of the villagery; Skim milk,and sometimes labour in the quern And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; Mislead night-wanderers,laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, You do their work,and they shall have good luck: Are not you he? PUCK Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile
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 here anon. PUCK The king doth keep his revels here to-night: Take heed the queen come not within his sight; For Oberon is passing fell 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 have the child Knight of his 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. Fairy Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he That frights the maidens of the villagery; Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he? PUCK Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile