Theseus. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. He says they can do nothing in this kind. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. Our sport shall be to take what they mistake: Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Enter Philostrate Philostrate. So please your grace, the prologue is addrest. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets. "If we offend, it is with our good will. 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." Theseus. This fellow doth not stand upon points. This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth pre[sunder; sent Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are content 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 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. 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 Prologue, Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. Theseus. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. Demetrius. No wonder, my lord: One lion may, when many asses do. Wall. "In this same interlude, it doth befal, That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Did whisper often very secretly. [show This lime, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth That I am that same wall: the truth is so; And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." Theseus. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? Demetrius. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord, Theseus. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! "O, grim-look'd night! O, night with hue so black! O night, which ever art, when day is not! O night! O night! alack, alack, alack! I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot.And thou. O wall! O sweet, O lovely wall! That stand'st between her father's ground and mine; Thou wall, O wall! O sweet, and lovely wall! Show me thy chink to blink through with mine eyne. [Wall holds up his fingers. Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this! But what see I? No Thisby do I see. O wicked wall! through whom I see no bliss Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me! Theseus. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. Pyramus. No, in truth, sir, he should not." Deceiving me, "As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." Pyramus. Moonshine. "This lantern doth the horned moon present; O! kiss me through the hole of this vile Myself the man i'the moon do seem to be." wall." Thisbe. "I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all." Pyramus. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?" Thisbe. ""Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay." Wall. "Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus wall away doth go." Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. Theseus. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. Demetrius. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning. Hippolyta. This is the silliest stuff that e'er I heard. Theseus. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion. Enter Lion and Moonshine. "You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Demetrius. all these are in the moon. But, silence! here Why, all these should be in the lantern; for comes Thisbe. Enter Thishe. Thisbe. "This is old Ninny's tomb. love?" Lion. Where is my "Oh-.' [The Lion roars.-Thisbe runs ofl. Demetrius. Well roared, lion. Come, tears, confound; Ay, that left pap, My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light! Thisbe. "Asleep, my love? Quite dumb? Must cover thy sweet eyes. This cherry nose, These yellow cowslip cheeks, His eyes were green as leeks. With hands as pale as milk; Since you have shore With shears his thread of silk. Tongue, not a word:- Come, blade, my breast imbrue: Adieu, adieu, adieu." Theseus. [Dies. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse, for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy; and so it is, truly, and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone. LA dance. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.Lovers, to bed: 'tis almost fairy time. [Dies. Exit Moonshine. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn, No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. Lysander. Less than an ace, man, for he is dead; he is In nightly revels, and new jollity." nothing. Theseus. SCENE 11. Now the hungry lion roars, [bed.[Exeunt And the wolf behowls the moon; Now the wasted brands do glow. Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud That the graves, all gaping wide, By the triple Hecate's team, Enter Enter Oberon and Titania, with all their Train. Oberon. Through the house give glimmering light, Hop as light as bird from brier; First, rehearse your song by rote, THE SONG. Oberon. Now, until the break of day, And the blots of nature's hand Despised in nativity, Shall upon their children be. And each several chamber bless, [Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. If we shadows have offended, Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, [Exit. And Robin shall restore amends. Do overpeer the petty traffickers, Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, Salarino. My wind, cooling my broth, Would blow me to an ague, when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea. 1 should not see the sandy hour-glass run, But I should think of shallows and of flats, And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd in sand, Vailing her high top lower than her ribs, To kiss her burial. Should I go to church, And see the holy edifice of stone, And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks, Which touching but my gentle vessel's side, Would scatter all her spices on the stream, Enrobe the roaring waters with my silks, And, in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought To think on this, and shall I lack the thought, That such a thing bechanc'd would make me But, tell not me: I know, Antonio Is sad to think upon his merchandize. Automo [sad? Believe me, no. I thank my fortune for it, My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place; nor is my whole estate Upon the fortune of this present year: Therefore, my merchandize makes me not sad. Salanio Why, then you are in love. Antonio Salanio. Fie, fie! Not in love neither? Then let's say, you are sad, Because you are not merry; and 'twere as easy Let me play the fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio,I love thee, and it is my love that speaks ;There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle, like a standing pond, And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, "I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!" O! my Antonio, I do know of these, That therefore only are reputed wise, For saying nothing; when, I am very sure, If they should speak, would almost damn those [fools. Which, hearing them, would call their brothers I'll tell thee more of this another time: But fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool-gudgeon, this opinion.Come, good Lorenzo.- Fare ye well, awhile: I'll end my exhortation after dinner. ears, Lorenzo. Well, we will leave you, then, till dinner-time. I must be one of these same dumb wise men, For Gratiano never lets me speak. Gratiano. Well, keep me company but two years more, Thou shalt not know the sound of thine own tongue. Antonio. Farewell: I'll grow a talker for this gear. Gratiano. Thanks, i'faith; for silence is only commend able [ible. In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vend[Exeunt Gratiano and Lorenzo. Antonio. It is that any thing now. Bassanio. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them; and |