Midsummer III.I

  1. Start of scene
    Are we all met?
  2. Quince: Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal.
    Peter Quince,--
  3. Quince: What sayest thou, bully Bottom?
    There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisbe that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?
  4. Starveling: I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
    Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them out of fear.
  5. Robin: Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.
    Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair ladies--I would wish you,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I would entreat you,--not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. I fyou think I come hither as a lion, it were pity on my life: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
  6. Blunt: Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?
    A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find out moonshine, find out moonshine.
  7. Quince: Yes, it doth shine that night.
    Why, then may you leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon may shine in at the casement.
  8. Snout: You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?
    Some man or other must present Wall: and let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisbe whisper.
  9. Quince: Speak, Pyramus. Thisbe, stand forth.
    Thisbe, the flowers of odious savours sweet,--
  10. Quince: Odours, odours.
    --odours savours sweet: / So hath they breath, my dearest Thisbe dear. / But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile, / And by and by I will to thee appear.
  11. Flute: O,--As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.
    If I were fair, Thisbe, I were only thine.
  12. Quince: O montrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, masters! fly, masters! Help!
    Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to make me afeard.
  13. Blunt: O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?
    What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do you?
  14. Blunt: Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.
    I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. The ousel cock so black of hue, / With orange-tawny bill, / The throstle with his note so true, / The wren with little quill,--
  15. Titania: On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
    Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days; the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends.
  16. Titania: Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
    Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
  17. Mustardseed: Hail!
    I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your worship's name.
  18. Cobweb: Cobweb.
    I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Mistress Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentlewoman?
  19. Peaseblossom: Peaseblossom.
    I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Your name, I beseech you, miss?
  20. Mustardseed: Mustardseed.
    Good Mistress Mustardseed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now.
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Midsummer III.I
Bottom's lines for Act III Scene I of A Midsummer Night's Dream