Array ( [TITLE] => A Midsummer Night's Dream [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => THESEUS, Duke of Athens. [1] => EGEUS, father to Hermia. [2] => PHILOSTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus. [3] => QUINCE, a carpenter. [4] => SNUG, a joiner. [5] => BOTTOM, a weaver. [6] => FLUTE, a bellows-mender. [7] => SNOUT, a tinker. [8] => STARVELING, a tailor. [9] => HIPPOLYTA, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus. [10] => HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. [11] => HELENA, in love with Demetrius. [12] => OBERON, king of the fairies. [13] => TITANIA, queen of the fairies. [14] => PUCK, or Robin Goodfellow. [15] => Other fairies attending their King and Queen. [16] => Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. ) [ACTORS] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => LYSANDER [1] => DEMETRIUS ) [GRPDESCR] => in love with Hermia. ) [1] => Array ( [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => PEASEBLOSSOM [1] => COBWEB [2] => MOTH [3] => MUSTARDSEED ) [GRPDESCR] => fairies. ) ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Athens, and a wood near it. [PLAYSUBT] => A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and Attendants [1] => Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS [2] => Exeunt all but LYSANDER and HERMIA [3] => Enter HELENA [4] => Exit [5] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour [1] => Draws on apace; four happy days bring in [2] => Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow [3] => This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, [4] => Like to a step-dame or a dowager [5] => Long withering out a young man revenue. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; [1] => Four nights will quickly dream away the time; [2] => And then the moon, like to a silver bow [3] => New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night [4] => Of our solemnities. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, Philostrate, [1] => Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; [2] => Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; [3] => Turn melancholy forth to funerals; [4] => The pale companion is not for our pomp. [5] => Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, [6] => And won thy love, doing thee injuries; [7] => But I will wed thee in another key, [8] => With pomp, with triumph and with revelling. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit PHILOSTRATE ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EGEUS [LINE] => Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EGEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Full of vexation come I, with complaint [1] => Against my child, my daughter Hermia. [2] => Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, [3] => This man hath my consent to marry her. [4] => Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke, [5] => This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child; [6] => Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, [7] => And interchanged love-tokens with my child: [8] => Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, [9] => With feigning voice verses of feigning love, [10] => And stolen the impression of her fantasy [11] => With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, [12] => Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers [13] => Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: [14] => With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart, [15] => Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, [16] => To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke, [17] => Be it so she; will not here before your grace [18] => Consent to marry with Demetrius, [19] => I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, [20] => As she is mine, I may dispose of her: [21] => Which shall be either to this gentleman [22] => Or to her death, according to our law [23] => Immediately provided in that case. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid: [1] => To you your father should be as a god; [2] => One that composed your beauties, yea, and one [3] => To whom you are but as a form in wax [4] => By him imprinted and within his power [5] => To leave the figure or disfigure it. [6] => Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => So is Lysander. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In himself he is; [1] => But in this kind, wanting your father's voice, [2] => The other must be held the worthier. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => I would my father look'd but with my eyes. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do entreat your grace to pardon me. [1] => I know not by what power I am made bold, [2] => Nor how it may concern my modesty, [3] => In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; [4] => But I beseech your grace that I may know [5] => The worst that may befall me in this case, [6] => If I refuse to wed Demetrius. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Either to die the death or to abjure [1] => For ever the society of men. [2] => Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; [3] => Know of your youth, examine well your blood, [4] => Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, [5] => You can endure the livery of a nun, [6] => For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, [7] => To live a barren sister all your life, [8] => Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. [9] => Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, [10] => To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; [11] => But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, [12] => Than that which withering on the virgin thorn [13] => Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, [1] => Ere I will my virgin patent up [2] => Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke [3] => My soul consents not to give sovereignty. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon-- [1] => The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, [2] => For everlasting bond of fellowship-- [3] => Upon that day either prepare to die [4] => For disobedience to your father's will, [5] => Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would; [6] => Or on Diana's altar to protest [7] => For aye austerity and single life. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield [1] => Thy crazed title to my certain right. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You have her father's love, Demetrius; [1] => Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EGEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love, [1] => And what is mine my love shall render him. [2] => And she is mine, and all my right of her [3] => I do estate unto Demetrius. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am, my lord, as well derived as he, [1] => As well possess'd; my love is more than his; [2] => My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, [3] => If not with vantage, as Demetrius'; [4] => And, which is more than all these boasts can be, [5] => I am beloved of beauteous Hermia: [6] => Why should not I then prosecute my right? [7] => Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, [8] => Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, [9] => And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, [10] => Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, [11] => Upon this spotted and inconstant man. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must confess that I have heard so much, [1] => And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; [2] => But, being over-full of self-affairs, [3] => My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; [4] => And come, Egeus; you shall go with me, [5] => I have some private schooling for you both. [6] => For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself [7] => To fit your fancies to your father's will; [8] => Or else the law of Athens yields you up-- [9] => Which by no means we may extenuate-- [10] => To death, or to a vow of single life. [11] => Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love? [12] => Demetrius and Egeus, go along: [13] => I must employ you in some business [14] => Against our nuptial and confer with you [15] => Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EGEUS [LINE] => With duty and desire we follow you. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale? [1] => How chance the roses there do fade so fast? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Belike for want of rain, which I could well [1] => Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, [1] => Could ever hear by tale or history, [2] => The course of true love never did run smooth; [3] => But, either it was different in blood,-- ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Or else misgraffed in respect of years,-- ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => O spite! too old to be engaged to young. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-- ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => O hell! to choose love by another's eyes. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, [1] => War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, [2] => Making it momentany as a sound, [3] => Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; [4] => Brief as the lightning in the collied night, [5] => That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, [6] => And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' [7] => The jaws of darkness do devour it up: [8] => So quick bright things come to confusion. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, [1] => It stands as an edict in destiny: [2] => Then let us teach our trial patience, [3] => Because it is a customary cross, [4] => As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, [5] => Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia. [1] => I have a widow aunt, a dowager [2] => Of great revenue, and she hath no child: [3] => From Athens is her house remote seven leagues; [4] => And she respects me as her only son. [5] => There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; [6] => And to that place the sharp Athenian law [7] => Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then, [8] => Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; [9] => And in the wood, a league without the town, [10] => Where I did meet thee once with Helena, [11] => To do observance to a morn of May, [12] => There will I stay for thee. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My good Lysander! [1] => I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, [2] => By his best arrow with the golden head, [3] => By the simplicity of Venus' doves, [4] => By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, [5] => And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, [6] => When the false Troyan under sail was seen, [7] => By all the vows that ever men have broke, [8] => In number more than ever women spoke, [9] => In that same place thou hast appointed me, [10] => To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => God speed fair Helena! whither away? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. [1] => Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! [2] => Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air [3] => More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, [4] => When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. [5] => Sickness is catching: O, were favour so, [6] => Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; [7] => My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, [8] => My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. [9] => Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, [10] => The rest I'd give to be to you translated. [11] => O, teach me how you look, and with what art [12] => You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => I give him curses, yet he gives me love. ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => O that my prayers could such affection move! ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => The more I hate, the more he follows me. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => The more I love, the more he hateth me. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine! ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; [1] => Lysander and myself will fly this place. [2] => Before the time I did Lysander see, [3] => Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me: [4] => O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, [5] => That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell! ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: [1] => To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold [2] => Her silver visage in the watery glass, [3] => Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, [4] => A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal, [5] => Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And in the wood, where often you and I [1] => Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, [2] => Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, [3] => There my Lysander and myself shall meet; [4] => And thence from Athens turn away our eyes, [5] => To seek new friends and stranger companies. [6] => Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us; [7] => And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! [8] => Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight [9] => From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will, my Hermia. [1] => Helena, adieu: [2] => As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit HERMIA ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How happy some o'er other some can be! [1] => Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. [2] => But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; [3] => He will not know what all but he do know: [4] => And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, [5] => So I, admiring of his qualities: [6] => Things base and vile, folding no quantity, [7] => Love can transpose to form and dignity: [8] => Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; [9] => And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind: [10] => Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; [11] => Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: [12] => And therefore is Love said to be a child, [13] => Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. [14] => As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, [15] => So the boy Love is perjured every where: [16] => For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, [17] => He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine; [18] => And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, [19] => So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt. [20] => I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: [21] => Then to the wood will he to-morrow night [22] => Pursue her; and for this intelligence [23] => If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: [24] => But herein mean I to enrich my pain, [25] => To have his sight thither and back again. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Is all our company here? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You were best to call them generally, man by man, [1] => according to the scrip. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is [1] => thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our [2] => interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his [3] => wedding-day at night. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats [1] => on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow [2] => to a point. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, our play is, The most lamentable comedy, and [1] => most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a [1] => merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your [2] => actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That will ask some tears in the true performing of [1] => it: if I do it, let the audience look to their [2] => eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some [3] => measure. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a [4] => tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to [5] => tear a cat in, to make all split. [6] => The raging rocks [7] => And shivering shocks [8] => Shall break the locks [9] => Of prison gates; [10] => And Phibbus' car [11] => Shall shine from far [12] => And make and mar [13] => The foolish Fates. [14] => This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players. [15] => This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is [16] => more condoling. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Here, Peter Quince. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Flute, you must take Thisby on you. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => What is Thisby? a wandering knight? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => It is the lady that Pyramus must love. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That's all one: you shall play it in a mask, and [1] => you may speak as small as you will. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll [1] => speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne, [2] => Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear, [3] => and lady dear!' ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Well, proceed. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Robin Starveling, the tailor. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => STARVELING [LINE] => Here, Peter Quince. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother. [1] => Tom Snout, the tinker. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNOUT [LINE] => Here, Peter Quince. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's father: [1] => Snug, the joiner; you, the lion's part: and, I [2] => hope, here is a play fitted. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNUG [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it [1] => be, give it me, for I am slow of study. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will [1] => do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, [2] => that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again, [3] => let him roar again.' ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An you should do it too terribly, you would fright [1] => the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; [2] => and that were enough to hang us all. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => That would hang us, every mother's son. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the [1] => ladies out of their wits, they would have no more [2] => discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my [3] => voice so that I will roar you as gently as any [4] => sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any [5] => nightingale. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a [1] => sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a [2] => summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man: [3] => therefore you must needs play Pyramus. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best [1] => to play it in? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Why, what you will. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will discharge it in either your straw-colour [1] => beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain [2] => beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your [3] => perfect yellow. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and [1] => then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here [2] => are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request [3] => you and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; [4] => and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the [5] => town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if [6] => we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with [7] => company, and our devices known. In the meantime I [8] => will draw a bill of properties, such as our play [9] => wants. I pray you, fail me not. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will meet; and there we may rehearse most [1] => obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => At the duke's oak we meet. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Enough; hold or cut bow-strings. ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. A wood near Athens. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, from opposite sides, a Fairy, and PUCK [1] => Enter, from one side, OBERON, with his train; from the other, TITANIA, with hers [2] => Exit TITANIA with her train [3] => Exit [4] => Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA, following him [5] => Exit [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => How now, spirit! whither wander you? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fairy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Over hill, over dale, [1] => Thorough bush, thorough brier, [2] => Over park, over pale, [3] => Thorough flood, thorough fire, [4] => I do wander everywhere, [5] => Swifter than the moon's sphere; [6] => And I serve the fairy queen, [7] => To dew her orbs upon the green. [8] => The cowslips tall her pensioners be: [9] => In their gold coats spots you see; [10] => Those be rubies, fairy favours, [11] => In those freckles live their savours: [12] => I must go seek some dewdrops here [13] => And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. [14] => Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone: [15] => Our queen and all our elves come here anon. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The king doth keep his revels here to-night: [1] => Take heed the queen come not within his sight; [2] => For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, [3] => Because that she as her attendant hath [4] => A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king; [5] => She never had so sweet a changeling; [6] => And jealous Oberon would have the child [7] => Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild; [8] => But she perforce withholds the loved boy, [9] => Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy: [10] => And now they never meet in grove or green, [11] => By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen, [12] => But, they do square, that all their elves for fear [13] => Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fairy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Either I mistake your shape and making quite, [1] => Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite [2] => Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he [3] => That frights the maidens of the villagery; [4] => Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern [5] => And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; [6] => And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; [7] => Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? [8] => Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck, [9] => You do their work, and they shall have good luck: [10] => Are not you he? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou speak'st aright; [1] => I am that merry wanderer of the night. [2] => I jest to Oberon and make him smile [3] => When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, [4] => Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: [5] => And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, [6] => In very likeness of a roasted crab, [7] => And when she drinks, against her lips I bob [8] => And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. [9] => The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, [10] => Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; [11] => Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, [12] => And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough; [13] => And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, [14] => And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear [15] => A merrier hour was never wasted there. [16] => But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fairy [LINE] => And here my mistress. Would that he were gone! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: [1] => I have forsworn his bed and company. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then I must be thy lady: but I know [1] => When thou hast stolen away from fairy land, [2] => And in the shape of Corin sat all day, [3] => Playing on pipes of corn and versing love [4] => To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, [5] => Come from the farthest Steppe of India? [6] => But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, [7] => Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love, [8] => To Theseus must be wedded, and you come [9] => To give their bed joy and prosperity. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How canst thou thus for shame, Titania, [1] => Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, [2] => Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? [3] => Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night [4] => From Perigenia, whom he ravished? [5] => And make him with fair AEgle break his faith, [6] => With Ariadne and Antiopa? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These are the forgeries of jealousy: [1] => And never, since the middle summer's spring, [2] => Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, [3] => By paved fountain or by rushy brook, [4] => Or in the beached margent of the sea, [5] => To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, [6] => But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. [7] => Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, [8] => As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea [9] => Contagious fogs; which falling in the land [10] => Have every pelting river made so proud [11] => That they have overborne their continents: [12] => The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, [13] => The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn [14] => Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard; [15] => The fold stands empty in the drowned field, [16] => And crows are fatted with the murrion flock; [17] => The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud, [18] => And the quaint mazes in the wanton green [19] => For lack of tread are undistinguishable: [20] => The human mortals want their winter here; [21] => No night is now with hymn or carol blest: [22] => Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, [23] => Pale in her anger, washes all the air, [24] => That rheumatic diseases do abound: [25] => And thorough this distemperature we see [26] => The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts [27] => Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, [28] => And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown [29] => An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds [30] => Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer, [31] => The childing autumn, angry winter, change [32] => Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, [33] => By their increase, now knows not which is which: [34] => And this same progeny of evils comes [35] => From our debate, from our dissension; [36] => We are their parents and original. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do you amend it then; it lies in you: [1] => Why should Titania cross her Oberon? [2] => I do but beg a little changeling boy, [3] => To be my henchman. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Set your heart at rest: [1] => The fairy land buys not the child of me. [2] => His mother was a votaress of my order: [3] => And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, [4] => Full often hath she gossip'd by my side, [5] => And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, [6] => Marking the embarked traders on the flood, [7] => When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive [8] => And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind; [9] => Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait [10] => Following,--her womb then rich with my young squire,-- [11] => Would imitate, and sail upon the land, [12] => To fetch me trifles, and return again, [13] => As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. [14] => But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; [15] => And for her sake do I rear up her boy, [16] => And for her sake I will not part with him. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => How long within this wood intend you stay? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Perchance till after Theseus' wedding-day. [1] => If you will patiently dance in our round [2] => And see our moonlight revels, go with us; [3] => If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away! [1] => We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove [1] => Till I torment thee for this injury. [2] => My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememberest [3] => Since once I sat upon a promontory, [4] => And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back [5] => Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath [6] => That the rude sea grew civil at her song [7] => And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, [8] => To hear the sea-maid's music. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => I remember. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, [1] => Flying between the cold moon and the earth, [2] => Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took [3] => At a fair vestal throned by the west, [4] => And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, [5] => As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; [6] => But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft [7] => Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, [8] => And the imperial votaress passed on, [9] => In maiden meditation, fancy-free. [10] => Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: [11] => It fell upon a little western flower, [12] => Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, [13] => And maidens call it love-in-idleness. [14] => Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee once: [15] => The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid [16] => Will make or man or woman madly dote [17] => Upon the next live creature that it sees. [18] => Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again [19] => Ere the leviathan can swim a league. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll put a girdle round about the earth [1] => In forty minutes. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Having once this juice, [1] => I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, [2] => And drop the liquor of it in her eyes. [3] => The next thing then she waking looks upon, [4] => Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, [5] => On meddling monkey, or on busy ape, [6] => She shall pursue it with the soul of love: [7] => And ere I take this charm from off her sight, [8] => As I can take it with another herb, [9] => I'll make her render up her page to me. [10] => But who comes here? I am invisible; [11] => And I will overhear their conference. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. [1] => Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? [2] => The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. [3] => Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood; [4] => And here am I, and wode within this wood, [5] => Because I cannot meet my Hermia. [6] => Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; [1] => But yet you draw not iron, for my heart [2] => Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw, [3] => And I shall have no power to follow you. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do I entice you? do I speak you fair? [1] => Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth [2] => Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And even for that do I love you the more. [1] => I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, [2] => The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: [3] => Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, [4] => Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, [5] => Unworthy as I am, to follow you. [6] => What worser place can I beg in your love,-- [7] => And yet a place of high respect with me,-- [8] => Than to be used as you use your dog? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; [1] => For I am sick when I do look on thee. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => And I am sick when I look not on you. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You do impeach your modesty too much, [1] => To leave the city and commit yourself [2] => Into the hands of one that loves you not; [3] => To trust the opportunity of night [4] => And the ill counsel of a desert place [5] => With the rich worth of your virginity. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your virtue is my privilege: for that [1] => It is not night when I do see your face, [2] => Therefore I think I am not in the night; [3] => Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, [4] => For you in my respect are all the world: [5] => Then how can it be said I am alone, [6] => When all the world is here to look on me? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, [1] => And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The wildest hath not such a heart as you. [1] => Run when you will, the story shall be changed: [2] => Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; [3] => The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind [4] => Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, [5] => When cowardice pursues and valour flies. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not stay thy questions; let me go: [1] => Or, if thou follow me, do not believe [2] => But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, [1] => You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! [2] => Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: [3] => We cannot fight for love, as men may do; [4] => We should be wood and were not made to woo. [5] => I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, [6] => To die upon the hand I love so well. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit DEMETRIUS ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove, [1] => Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love. [2] => Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter PUCK ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Ay, there it is. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee, give it me. [1] => I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, [2] => Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, [3] => Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, [4] => With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: [5] => There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, [6] => Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; [7] => And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, [8] => Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in: [9] => And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, [10] => And make her full of hateful fantasies. [11] => Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: [12] => A sweet Athenian lady is in love [13] => With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; [14] => But do it when the next thing he espies [15] => May be the lady: thou shalt know the man [16] => By the Athenian garments he hath on. [17] => Effect it with some care, that he may prove [18] => More fond on her than she upon her love: [19] => And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Another part of the wood. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TITANIA, with her train [1] => Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps [2] => Enter OBERON and squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eyelids [3] => Exit [4] => Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA [5] => They sleep [6] => Enter PUCK [7] => Exit [8] => Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running [9] => Exit [10] => Exit [11] => Exit [12] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, now a roundel and a fairy song; [1] => Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; [2] => Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, [3] => Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings, [4] => To make my small elves coats, and some keep back [5] => The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders [6] => At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep; [7] => Then to your offices and let me rest. [8] => You spotted snakes with double tongue, [9] => Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen; [10] => Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, [11] => Come not near our fairy queen. [12] => Philomel, with melody [13] => Sing in our sweet lullaby; [14] => Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby: [15] => Never harm, [16] => Nor spell nor charm, [17] => Come our lovely lady nigh; [18] => So, good night, with lullaby. [19] => Weaving spiders, come not here; [20] => Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence! [21] => Beetles black, approach not near; [22] => Worm nor snail, do no offence. [23] => Philomel, with melody, &c. ) [STAGEDIR] => The Fairies sing ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Fairy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hence, away! now all is well: [1] => One aloof stand sentinel. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What thou seest when thou dost wake, [1] => Do it for thy true-love take, [2] => Love and languish for his sake: [3] => Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, [4] => Pard, or boar with bristled hair, [5] => In thy eye that shall appear [6] => When thou wakest, it is thy dear: [7] => Wake when some vile thing is near. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; [1] => And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: [2] => We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, [3] => And tarry for the comfort of the day. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed; [1] => For I upon this bank will rest my head. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; [1] => One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, [1] => Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! [1] => Love takes the meaning in love's conference. [2] => I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit [3] => So that but one heart we can make of it; [4] => Two bosoms interchained with an oath; [5] => So then two bosoms and a single troth. [6] => Then by your side no bed-room me deny; [7] => For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lysander riddles very prettily: [1] => Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, [2] => If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. [3] => But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy [4] => Lie further off; in human modesty, [5] => Such separation as may well be said [6] => Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, [7] => So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend: [8] => Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; [1] => And then end life when I end loyalty! [2] => Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Through the forest have I gone. [1] => But Athenian found I none, [2] => On whose eyes I might approve [3] => This flower's force in stirring love. [4] => Night and silence.--Who is here? [5] => Weeds of Athens he doth wear: [6] => This is he, my master said, [7] => Despised the Athenian maid; [8] => And here the maiden, sleeping sound, [9] => On the dank and dirty ground. [10] => Pretty soul! she durst not lie [11] => Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. [12] => Churl, upon thy eyes I throw [13] => All the power this charm doth owe. [14] => When thou wakest, let love forbid [15] => Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: [16] => So awake when I am gone; [17] => For I must now to Oberon. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! [1] => The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. [2] => Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; [3] => For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. [4] => How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: [5] => If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. [6] => No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; [7] => For beasts that meet me run away for fear: [8] => Therefore no marvel though Demetrius [9] => Do, as a monster fly my presence thus. [10] => What wicked and dissembling glass of mine [11] => Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? [12] => But who is here? Lysander! on the ground! [13] => Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. [14] => Lysander if you live, good sir, awake. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Awaking ) [1] => Transparent Helena! Nature shows art, [2] => That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. [3] => Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word [4] => Is that vile name to perish on my sword! ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Do not say so, Lysander; say not so [1] => What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? [2] => Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Content with Hermia! No; I do repent [1] => The tedious minutes I with her have spent. [2] => Not Hermia but Helena I love: [3] => Who will not change a raven for a dove? [4] => The will of man is by his reason sway'd; [5] => And reason says you are the worthier maid. [6] => Things growing are not ripe until their season [7] => So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; [8] => And touching now the point of human skill, [9] => Reason becomes the marshal to my will [10] => And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook [11] => Love's stories written in love's richest book. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? [1] => When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? [2] => Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, [3] => That I did never, no, nor never can, [4] => Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, [5] => But you must flout my insufficiency? [6] => Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, [7] => In such disdainful manner me to woo. [8] => But fare you well: perforce I must confess [9] => I thought you lord of more true gentleness. [10] => O, that a lady, of one man refused. [11] => Should of another therefore be abused! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there: [1] => And never mayst thou come Lysander near! [2] => For as a surfeit of the sweetest things [3] => The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, [4] => Or as tie heresies that men do leave [5] => Are hated most of those they did deceive, [6] => So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, [7] => Of all be hated, but the most of me! [8] => And, all my powers, address your love and might [9] => To honour Helen and to be her knight! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Awaking ) [1] => To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! [2] => Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here! [3] => Lysander, look how I do quake with fear: [4] => Methought a serpent eat my heart away, [5] => And you sat smiling at his cruel pray. [6] => Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! [7] => What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word? [8] => Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear; [9] => Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear. [10] => No? then I well perceive you all not nigh [11] => Either death or you I'll find immediately. ) ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The wood. TITANIA lying asleep. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING [1] => Enter PUCK behind [2] => Exit [3] => Exit [4] => Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head [5] => Exeunt QUINCE, SNUG, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING [6] => Exit [7] => Re-enter SNOUT [8] => Exit SNOUT [9] => Re-enter QUINCE [10] => Exit [11] => Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED [12] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Are we all met? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place [1] => for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our [2] => stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we [3] => will do it in action as we will do it before the duke. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Peter Quince,-- ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => What sayest thou, bully Bottom? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and [1] => Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must [2] => draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies [3] => cannot abide. How answer you that? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNOUT [LINE] => By'r lakin, a parlous fear. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => STARVELING [LINE] => I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. [1] => Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to [2] => say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that [3] => Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more [4] => better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not [5] => Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them [6] => out of fear. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be [1] => written in eight and six. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNOUT [LINE] => Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => STARVELING [LINE] => I fear it, I promise you. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to [1] => bring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, is a [2] => most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful [3] => wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to [4] => look to 't. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNOUT [LINE] => Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must [1] => be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself [2] => must speak through, saying thus, or to the same [3] => defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I would wish [4] => You,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I would [5] => entreat you,--not to fear, not to tremble: my life [6] => for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it [7] => were pity of my life: no I am no such thing; I am a [8] => man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name [9] => his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well it shall be so. But there is two hard things; [1] => that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for, [2] => you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNOUT [LINE] => Doth the moon shine that night we play our play? ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find [1] => out moonshine, find out moonshine. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Yes, it doth shine that night. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then may you leave a casement of the great [1] => chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon [2] => may shine in at the casement. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns [1] => and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to [2] => present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is [3] => another thing: we must have a wall in the great [4] => chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says the story, did [5] => talk through the chink of a wall. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNOUT [LINE] => You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Some man or other must present Wall: and let him [1] => have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast [2] => about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his [3] => fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus [4] => and Thisby whisper. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, [1] => every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. [2] => Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your [3] => speech, enter into that brake: and so every one [4] => according to his cue. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here, [1] => So near the cradle of the fairy queen? [2] => What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor; [3] => An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,-- ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Odours, odours. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => --odours savours sweet: [1] => So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. [2] => But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile, [3] => And by and by I will to thee appear. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Must I speak now? ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes [1] => but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue, [1] => Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, [2] => Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew, [3] => As true as truest horse that yet would never tire, [4] => I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not speak that [1] => yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your [2] => part at once, cues and all Pyramus enter: your cue [3] => is past; it is, 'never tire.' ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O,--As true as truest horse, that yet would [1] => never tire. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, [1] => masters! fly, masters! Help! ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, [1] => Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier: [2] => Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, [3] => A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; [4] => And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, [5] => Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to [1] => make me afeard. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNOUT [LINE] => O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do [1] => you? ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art [1] => translated. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; [1] => to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir [2] => from this place, do what they can: I will walk up [3] => and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear [4] => I am not afraid. [5] => The ousel cock so black of hue, [6] => With orange-tawny bill, [7] => The throstle with his note so true, [8] => The wren with little quill,-- ) [STAGEDIR] => Sings ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Awaking ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Sings ) [1] => The finch, the sparrow and the lark, [2] => The plain-song cuckoo gray, [3] => Whose note full many a man doth mark, [4] => And dares not answer nay;-- [5] => for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish [6] => a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry [7] => 'cuckoo' never so? ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: [1] => Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; [2] => So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; [3] => And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me [4] => On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason [1] => for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and [2] => love keep little company together now-a-days; the [3] => more the pity that some honest neighbours will not [4] => make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out [1] => of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out of this wood do not desire to go: [1] => Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. [2] => I am a spirit of no common rate; [3] => The summer still doth tend upon my state; [4] => And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; [5] => I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee, [6] => And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, [7] => And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep; [8] => And I will purge thy mortal grossness so [9] => That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. [10] => Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEASEBLOSSOM [LINE] => Ready. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COBWEB [LINE] => And I. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => And I. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MUSTARDSEED [LINE] => And I. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Where shall we go? ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; [1] => Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; [2] => Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, [3] => With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; [4] => The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, [5] => And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs [6] => And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, [7] => To have my love to bed and to arise; [8] => And pluck the wings from Painted butterflies [9] => To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: [10] => Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEASEBLOSSOM [LINE] => Hail, mortal! ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COBWEB [LINE] => Hail! ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MOTH [LINE] => Hail! ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MUSTARDSEED [LINE] => Hail! ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your [1] => worship's name. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COBWEB [LINE] => Cobweb. ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master [1] => Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with [2] => you. Your name, honest gentleman? ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEASEBLOSSOM [LINE] => Peaseblossom. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your [1] => mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good [2] => Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more [3] => acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir? ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MUSTARDSEED [LINE] => Mustardseed. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: [1] => that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath [2] => devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise [3] => you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I [4] => desire your more acquaintance, good Master [5] => Mustardseed. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. [1] => The moon methinks looks with a watery eye; [2] => And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, [3] => Lamenting some enforced chastity. [4] => Tie up my love's tongue bring him silently. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Another part of the wood. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter OBERON [1] => Enter HERMIA and DEMETRIUS [2] => Exit [3] => Lies down and sleeps [4] => Exit [5] => Re-enter PUCK [6] => Enter LYSANDER and HELENA [7] => Re-enter HERMIA [8] => Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS [9] => Exit [10] => Exit [11] => Exit [12] => Re-enter LYSANDER [13] => Exit LYSANDER, as following the voice [14] => Re-enter DEMETRIUS [15] => Exit Act [16] => Re-enter LYSANDER [17] => Sleeps [18] => Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS [19] => Lies down and sleeps [20] => Re-enter HELENA [21] => Lies down and sleeps [22] => Re-enter HERMIA [23] => Lies down and sleeps [24] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I wonder if Titania be awaked; [1] => Then, what it was that next came in her eye, [2] => Which she must dote on in extremity. [3] => Here comes my messenger. [4] => How now, mad spirit! [5] => What night-rule now about this haunted grove? ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter PUCK ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My mistress with a monster is in love. [1] => Near to her close and consecrated bower, [2] => While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, [3] => A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, [4] => That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, [5] => Were met together to rehearse a play [6] => Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day. [7] => The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, [8] => Who Pyramus presented, in their sport [9] => Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake [10] => When I did him at this advantage take, [11] => An ass's nole I fixed on his head: [12] => Anon his Thisbe must be answered, [13] => And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy, [14] => As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, [15] => Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, [16] => Rising and cawing at the gun's report, [17] => Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, [18] => So, at his sight, away his fellows fly; [19] => And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; [20] => He murder cries and help from Athens calls. [21] => Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears [22] => thus strong, [23] => Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; [24] => For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; [25] => Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all [26] => things catch. [27] => I led them on in this distracted fear, [28] => And left sweet Pyramus translated there: [29] => When in that moment, so it came to pass, [30] => Titania waked and straightway loved an ass. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This falls out better than I could devise. [1] => But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes [2] => With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I took him sleeping,--that is finish'd too,-- [1] => And the Athenian woman by his side: [2] => That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Stand close: this is the same Athenian. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => This is the woman, but not this the man. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? [1] => Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse, [1] => For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse, [2] => If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, [3] => Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, [4] => And kill me too. [5] => The sun was not so true unto the day [6] => As he to me: would he have stolen away [7] => From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon [8] => This whole earth may be bored and that the moon [9] => May through the centre creep and so displease [10] => Her brother's noontide with Antipodes. [11] => It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him; [12] => So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So should the murder'd look, and so should I, [1] => Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty: [2] => Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, [3] => As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What's this to my Lysander? where is he? [1] => Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => I had rather give his carcass to my hounds. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds [1] => Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? [2] => Henceforth be never number'd among men! [3] => O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake! [4] => Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake, [5] => And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! [6] => Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? [7] => An adder did it; for with doubler tongue [8] => Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You spend your passion on a misprised mood: [1] => I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; [2] => Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => An if I could, what should I get therefore? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A privilege never to see me more. [1] => And from thy hated presence part I so: [2] => See me no more, whether he be dead or no. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is no following her in this fierce vein: [1] => Here therefore for a while I will remain. [2] => So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow [3] => For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe: [4] => Which now in some slight measure it will pay, [5] => If for his tender here I make some stay. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite [1] => And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: [2] => Of thy misprision must perforce ensue [3] => Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth, [1] => A million fail, confounding oath on oath. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => About the wood go swifter than the wind, [1] => And Helena of Athens look thou find: [2] => All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, [3] => With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear: [4] => By some illusion see thou bring her here: [5] => I'll charm his eyes against she do appear. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I go, I go; look how I go, [1] => Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Flower of this purple dye, [1] => Hit with Cupid's archery, [2] => Sink in apple of his eye. [3] => When his love he doth espy, [4] => Let her shine as gloriously [5] => As the Venus of the sky. [6] => When thou wakest, if she be by, [7] => Beg of her for remedy. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Captain of our fairy band, [1] => Helena is here at hand; [2] => And the youth, mistook by me, [3] => Pleading for a lover's fee. [4] => Shall we their fond pageant see? [5] => Lord, what fools these mortals be! ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand aside: the noise they make [1] => Will cause Demetrius to awake. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then will two at once woo one; [1] => That must needs be sport alone; [2] => And those things do best please me [3] => That befal preposterously. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? [1] => Scorn and derision never come in tears: [2] => Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, [3] => In their nativity all truth appears. [4] => How can these things in me seem scorn to you, [5] => Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You do advance your cunning more and more. [1] => When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! [2] => These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er? [3] => Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: [4] => Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, [5] => Will even weigh, and both as light as tales. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => I had no judgment when to her I swore. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Awaking ) [1] => To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? [2] => Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show [3] => Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! [4] => That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow, [5] => Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow [6] => When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss [7] => This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent [1] => To set against me for your merriment: [2] => If you we re civil and knew courtesy, [3] => You would not do me thus much injury. [4] => Can you not hate me, as I know you do, [5] => But you must join in souls to mock me too? [6] => If you were men, as men you are in show, [7] => You would not use a gentle lady so; [8] => To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, [9] => When I am sure you hate me with your hearts. [10] => You both are rivals, and love Hermia; [11] => And now both rivals, to mock Helena: [12] => A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, [13] => To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes [14] => With your derision! none of noble sort [15] => Would so offend a virgin, and extort [16] => A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; [1] => For you love Hermia; this you know I know: [2] => And here, with all good will, with all my heart, [3] => In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; [4] => And yours of Helena to me bequeath, [5] => Whom I do love and will do till my death. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Never did mockers waste more idle breath. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: [1] => If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone. [2] => My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd, [3] => And now to Helen is it home return'd, [4] => There to remain. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Helen, it is not so. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, [1] => Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. [2] => Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, [1] => The ear more quick of apprehension makes; [2] => Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, [3] => It pays the hearing double recompense. [4] => Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; [5] => Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound [6] => But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => What love could press Lysander from my side? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, [1] => Fair Helena, who more engilds the night [2] => Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light. [3] => Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, [4] => The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => You speak not as you think: it cannot be. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lo, she is one of this confederacy! [1] => Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three [2] => To fashion this false sport, in spite of me. [3] => Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid! [4] => Have you conspired, have you with these contrived [5] => To bait me with this foul derision? [6] => Is all the counsel that we two have shared, [7] => The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, [8] => When we have chid the hasty-footed time [9] => For parting us,--O, is it all forgot? [10] => All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? [11] => We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, [12] => Have with our needles created both one flower, [13] => Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, [14] => Both warbling of one song, both in one key, [15] => As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, [16] => Had been incorporate. So we grow together, [17] => Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, [18] => But yet an union in partition; [19] => Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; [20] => So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; [21] => Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, [22] => Due but to one and crowned with one crest. [23] => And will you rent our ancient love asunder, [24] => To join with men in scorning your poor friend? [25] => It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: [26] => Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, [27] => Though I alone do feel the injury. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am amazed at your passionate words. [1] => I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, [1] => To follow me and praise my eyes and face? [2] => And made your other love, Demetrius, [3] => Who even but now did spurn me with his foot, [4] => To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare, [5] => Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this [6] => To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander [7] => Deny your love, so rich within his soul, [8] => And tender me, forsooth, affection, [9] => But by your setting on, by your consent? [10] => What thought I be not so in grace as you, [11] => So hung upon with love, so fortunate, [12] => But miserable most, to love unloved? [13] => This you should pity rather than despise. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERNIA [LINE] => I understand not what you mean by this. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, [1] => Make mouths upon me when I turn my back; [2] => Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up: [3] => This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. [4] => If you have any pity, grace, or manners, [5] => You would not make me such an argument. [6] => But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault; [7] => Which death or absence soon shall remedy. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse: [1] => My love, my life my soul, fair Helena! ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => O excellent! ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Sweet, do not scorn her so. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => If she cannot entreat, I can compel. ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: [1] => Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. [2] => Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do: [3] => I swear by that which I will lose for thee, [4] => To prove him false that says I love thee not. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => I say I love thee more than he can do. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Quick, come! ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Lysander, whereto tends all this? ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Away, you Ethiope! ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, no; he'll [1] => Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow, [2] => But yet come not: you are a tame man, go! ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, [1] => Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! ) ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why are you grown so rude? what change is this? [1] => Sweet love,-- ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out! [1] => Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Do you not jest? ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Yes, sooth; and so do you. ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I would I had your bond, for I perceive [1] => A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? [1] => Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, can you do me greater harm than hate? [1] => Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love! [2] => Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander? [3] => I am as fair now as I was erewhile. [4] => Since night you loved me; yet since night you left [5] => me: [6] => Why, then you left me--O, the gods forbid!-- [7] => In earnest, shall I say? ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, by my life; [1] => And never did desire to see thee more. [2] => Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt; [3] => Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest [4] => That I do hate thee and love Helena. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! [1] => You thief of love! what, have you come by night [2] => And stolen my love's heart from him? ) ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fine, i'faith! [1] => Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, [2] => No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear [3] => Impatient answers from my gentle tongue? [4] => Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you! ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game. [1] => Now I perceive that she hath made compare [2] => Between our statures; she hath urged her height; [3] => And with her personage, her tall personage, [4] => Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him. [5] => And are you grown so high in his esteem; [6] => Because I am so dwarfish and so low? [7] => How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak; [8] => How low am I? I am not yet so low [9] => But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. ) ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, [1] => Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; [2] => I have no gift at all in shrewishness; [3] => I am a right maid for my cowardice: [4] => Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think, [5] => Because she is something lower than myself, [6] => That I can match her. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Lower! hark, again. ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. [1] => I evermore did love you, Hermia, [2] => Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; [3] => Save that, in love unto Demetrius, [4] => I told him of your stealth unto this wood. [5] => He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him; [6] => But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me [7] => To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: [8] => And now, so you will let me quiet go, [9] => To Athens will I bear my folly back [10] => And follow you no further: let me go: [11] => You see how simple and how fond I am. ) ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders you? ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => What, with Lysander? ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => With Demetrius. ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd! [1] => She was a vixen when she went to school; [2] => And though she be but little, she is fierce. ) ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'! [1] => Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? [2] => Let me come to her. ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Get you gone, you dwarf; [1] => You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; [2] => You bead, you acorn. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are too officious [1] => In her behalf that scorns your services. [2] => Let her alone: speak not of Helena; [3] => Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend [4] => Never so little show of love to her, [5] => Thou shalt aby it. ) ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now she holds me not; [1] => Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right, [2] => Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole. ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: [1] => Nay, go not back. ) ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not trust you, I, [1] => Nor longer stay in your curst company. [2] => Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, [3] => My legs are longer though, to run away. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => I am amazed, and know not what to say. ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest, [1] => Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. [1] => Did not you tell me I should know the man [2] => By the Athenian garment be had on? [3] => And so far blameless proves my enterprise, [4] => That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes; [5] => And so far am I glad it so did sort [6] => As this their jangling I esteem a sport. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight: [1] => Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; [2] => The starry welkin cover thou anon [3] => With drooping fog as black as Acheron, [4] => And lead these testy rivals so astray [5] => As one come not within another's way. [6] => Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, [7] => Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; [8] => And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; [9] => And from each other look thou lead them thus, [10] => Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep [11] => With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: [12] => Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; [13] => Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, [14] => To take from thence all error with his might, [15] => And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. [16] => When they next wake, all this derision [17] => Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision, [18] => And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, [19] => With league whose date till death shall never end. [20] => Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, [21] => I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy; [22] => And then I will her charmed eye release [23] => From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, [1] => For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, [2] => And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; [3] => At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, [4] => Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, [5] => That in crossways and floods have burial, [6] => Already to their wormy beds are gone; [7] => For fear lest day should look their shames upon, [8] => They willfully themselves exile from light [9] => And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. ) ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But we are spirits of another sort: [1] => I with the morning's love have oft made sport, [2] => And, like a forester, the groves may tread, [3] => Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, [4] => Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, [5] => Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. [6] => But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: [7] => We may effect this business yet ere day. ) ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Up and down, up and down, [1] => I will lead them up and down: [2] => I am fear'd in field and town: [3] => Goblin, lead them up and down. [4] => Here comes one. ) ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => I will be with thee straight. ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Follow me, then, [1] => To plainer ground. ) ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lysander! speak again: [1] => Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? [2] => Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, [1] => Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, [2] => And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child; [3] => I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled [4] => That draws a sword on thee. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Yea, art thou there? ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here. ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He goes before me and still dares me on: [1] => When I come where he calls, then he is gone. [2] => The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I: [3] => I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; [4] => That fallen am I in dark uneven way, [5] => And here will rest me. [6] => Come, thou gentle day! [7] => For if but once thou show me thy grey light, [8] => I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite. ) [STAGEDIR] => Lies down ) [104] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not? ) [105] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot [1] => Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place, [2] => And darest not stand, nor look me in the face. [3] => Where art thou now? ) ) [106] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Come hither: I am here. ) [107] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear, [1] => If ever I thy face by daylight see: [2] => Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me [3] => To measure out my length on this cold bed. [4] => By day's approach look to be visited. ) ) [108] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O weary night, O long and tedious night, [1] => Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east, [2] => That I may back to Athens by daylight, [3] => From these that my poor company detest: [4] => And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, [5] => Steal me awhile from mine own company. ) ) [109] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet but three? Come one more; [1] => Two of both kinds make up four. [2] => Here she comes, curst and sad: [3] => Cupid is a knavish lad, [4] => Thus to make poor females mad. ) ) [110] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Never so weary, never so in woe, [1] => Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers, [2] => I can no further crawl, no further go; [3] => My legs can keep no pace with my desires. [4] => Here will I rest me till the break of day. [5] => Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! ) ) [111] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => On the ground [1] => Sleep sound: [2] => I'll apply [3] => To your eye, [4] => Gentle lover, remedy. [5] => When thou wakest, [6] => Thou takest [7] => True delight [8] => In the sight [9] => Of thy former lady's eye: [10] => And the country proverb known, [11] => That every man should take his own, [12] => In your waking shall be shown: [13] => Jack shall have Jill; [14] => Nought shall go ill; [15] => The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. ) [STAGEDIR] => Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eyes ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. The same. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA lying asleep. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, MUSTARDSEED, and other Fairies attending; OBERON behind unseen [1] => They sleep [2] => Enter PUCK [3] => Music, still [4] => Horns winded within [5] => Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train [6] => Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train [7] => Exit Act [8] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, [1] => While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, [2] => And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, [3] => And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Where's Peaseblossom? ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PEASEBLOSSOM [LINE] => Ready. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb? ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COBWEB [LINE] => Ready. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your [1] => weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped [2] => humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good [3] => mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret [4] => yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and, [5] => good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; [6] => I would be loath to have you overflown with a [7] => honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed? ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MUSTARDSEED [LINE] => Ready. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, [1] => leave your courtesy, good mounsieur. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MUSTARDSEED [LINE] => What's your Will? ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb [1] => to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for [2] => methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I [3] => am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, [4] => I must scratch. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What, wilt thou hear some music, [1] => my sweet love? ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have [1] => the tongs and the bones. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good [1] => dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle [2] => of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have a venturous fairy that shall seek [1] => The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. [1] => But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I [2] => have an exposition of sleep come upon me. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. [1] => Fairies, begone, and be all ways away. [2] => So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle [3] => Gently entwist; the female ivy so [4] => Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. [5] => O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt fairies ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Advancing ) [1] => See'st thou this sweet sight? [2] => Her dotage now I do begin to pity: [3] => For, meeting her of late behind the wood, [4] => Seeking sweet favours from this hateful fool, [5] => I did upbraid her and fall out with her; [6] => For she his hairy temples then had rounded [7] => With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; [8] => And that same dew, which sometime on the buds [9] => Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, [10] => Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes [11] => Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. [12] => When I had at my pleasure taunted her [13] => And she in mild terms begg'd my patience, [14] => I then did ask of her her changeling child; [15] => Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent [16] => To bear him to my bower in fairy land. [17] => And now I have the boy, I will undo [18] => This hateful imperfection of her eyes: [19] => And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp [20] => From off the head of this Athenian swain; [21] => That, he awaking when the other do, [22] => May all to Athens back again repair [23] => And think no more of this night's accidents [24] => But as the fierce vexation of a dream. [25] => But first I will release the fairy queen. [26] => Be as thou wast wont to be; [27] => See as thou wast wont to see: [28] => Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower [29] => Hath such force and blessed power. [30] => Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My Oberon! what visions have I seen! [1] => Methought I was enamour'd of an ass. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => There lies your love. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How came these things to pass? [1] => O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. [1] => Titania, music call; and strike more dead [2] => Than common sleep of all these five the sense. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep! ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, when thou wakest, with thine [1] => own fool's eyes peep. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me, [1] => And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. [2] => Now thou and I are new in amity, [3] => And will to-morrow midnight solemnly [4] => Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, [5] => And bless it to all fair prosperity: [6] => There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be [7] => Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fairy king, attend, and mark: [1] => I do hear the morning lark. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then, my queen, in silence sad, [1] => Trip we after the night's shade: [2] => We the globe can compass soon, [3] => Swifter than the wandering moon. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, my lord, and in our flight [1] => Tell me how it came this night [2] => That I sleeping here was found [3] => With these mortals on the ground. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Act ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, one of you, find out the forester; [1] => For now our observation is perform'd; [2] => And since we have the vaward of the day, [3] => My love shall hear the music of my hounds. [4] => Uncouple in the western valley; let them go: [5] => Dispatch, I say, and find the forester. [6] => We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, [7] => And mark the musical confusion [8] => Of hounds and echo in conjunction. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit an Attendant ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, [1] => When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear [2] => With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear [3] => Such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves, [4] => The skies, the fountains, every region near [5] => Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard [6] => So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, [1] => So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung [2] => With ears that sweep away the morning dew; [3] => Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls; [4] => Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, [5] => Each under each. A cry more tuneable [6] => Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, [7] => In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly: [8] => Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these? ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EGEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; [1] => And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is; [2] => This Helena, old Nedar's Helena: [3] => I wonder of their being here together. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No doubt they rose up early to observe [1] => The rite of May, and hearing our intent, [2] => Came here in grace our solemnity. [3] => But speak, Egeus; is not this the day [4] => That Hermia should give answer of her choice? ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EGEUS [LINE] => It is, my lord. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. [1] => Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: [2] => Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? ) [STAGEDIR] => Horns and shout within. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA wake and start up ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Pardon, my lord. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pray you all, stand up. [1] => I know you two are rival enemies: [2] => How comes this gentle concord in the world, [3] => That hatred is so far from jealousy, [4] => To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, I shall reply amazedly, [1] => Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear, [2] => I cannot truly say how I came here; [3] => But, as I think,--for truly would I speak, [4] => And now do I bethink me, so it is,-- [5] => I came with Hermia hither: our intent [6] => Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, [7] => Without the peril of the Athenian law. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EGEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: [1] => I beg the law, the law, upon his head. [2] => They would have stolen away; they would, Demetrius, [3] => Thereby to have defeated you and me, [4] => You of your wife and me of my consent, [5] => Of my consent that she should be your wife. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, [1] => Of this their purpose hither to this wood; [2] => And I in fury hither follow'd them, [3] => Fair Helena in fancy following me. [4] => But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,-- [5] => But by some power it is,--my love to Hermia, [6] => Melted as the snow, seems to me now [7] => As the remembrance of an idle gaud [8] => Which in my childhood I did dote upon; [9] => And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, [10] => The object and the pleasure of mine eye, [11] => Is only Helena. To her, my lord, [12] => Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia: [13] => But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food; [14] => But, as in health, come to my natural taste, [15] => Now I do wish it, love it, long for it, [16] => And will for evermore be true to it. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: [1] => Of this discourse we more will hear anon. [2] => Egeus, I will overbear your will; [3] => For in the temple by and by with us [4] => These couples shall eternally be knit: [5] => And, for the morning now is something worn, [6] => Our purposed hunting shall be set aside. [7] => Away with us to Athens; three and three, [8] => We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. [9] => Come, Hippolyta. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => These things seem small and undistinguishable, ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks I see these things with parted eye, [1] => When every thing seems double. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So methinks: [1] => And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, [2] => Mine own, and not mine own. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are you sure [1] => That we are awake? It seems to me [2] => That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think [3] => The duke was here, and bid us follow him? ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HERMIA [LINE] => Yea; and my father. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HELENA [LINE] => And Hippolyta. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => And he did bid us follow to the temple. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him [1] => And by the way let us recount our dreams. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Awaking ) [1] => answer: my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho! [2] => Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, [3] => the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen [4] => hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare [5] => vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to [6] => say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go [7] => about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there [8] => is no man can tell what. Methought I was,--and [9] => methought I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if [10] => he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye [11] => of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not [12] => seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue [13] => to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream [14] => was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of [15] => this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, [16] => because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the [17] => latter end of a play, before the duke: [18] => peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall [19] => sing it at her death. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING [1] => Enter SNUG [2] => Enter BOTTOM [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => STARVELING [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is [1] => transported. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes [1] => not forward, doth it? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is not possible: you have not a man in all [1] => Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft [1] => man in Athens. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yea and the best person too; and he is a very [1] => paramour for a sweet voice. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You must say 'paragon:' a paramour is, God bless us, [1] => a thing of naught. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SNUG [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and [1] => there is two or three lords and ladies more married: [2] => if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made [3] => men. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FLUTE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a [1] => day during his life; he could not have 'scaped [2] => sixpence a day: an the duke had not given him [3] => sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; [4] => he would have deserved it: sixpence a day in [5] => Pyramus, or nothing. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Where are these lads? where are these hearts? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not [1] => what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I [2] => will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => QUINCE [LINE] => Let us hear, sweet Bottom. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that [1] => the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together, [2] => good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your [3] => pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look [4] => o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our [5] => play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have [6] => clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion [7] => pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the [8] => lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions [9] => nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I [10] => do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet [11] => comedy. No more words: away! go, away! ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords and Attendants [1] => Giving a paper [2] => Exit PHILOSTRATE [3] => Re-enter PHILOSTRATE [4] => Flourish of trumpets [5] => Enter QUINCE for the Prologue [6] => Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion [7] => Exeunt Prologue, Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine [8] => Enter Pyramus [9] => Enter Thisbe [10] => Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe [11] => Exit [12] => Enter Lion and Moonshine [13] => Enter Thisbe [14] => Thisbe runs off [15] => The Lion shakes Thisbe's mantle, and exit [16] => Enter Pyramus [17] => Dies [18] => Re-enter Thisbe [19] => Dies [20] => Exit Act [21] => Enter PUCK [22] => Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train [23] => Song and dance [24] => Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis strange my Theseus, that these [1] => lovers speak of. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More strange than true: I never may believe [1] => These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. [2] => Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, [3] => Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend [4] => More than cool reason ever comprehends. [5] => The lunatic, the lover and the poet [6] => Are of imagination all compact: [7] => One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, [8] => That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, [9] => Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: [10] => The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, [11] => Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; [12] => And as imagination bodies forth [13] => The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen [14] => Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing [15] => A local habitation and a name. [16] => Such tricks hath strong imagination, [17] => That if it would but apprehend some joy, [18] => It comprehends some bringer of that joy; [19] => Or in the night, imagining some fear, [20] => How easy is a bush supposed a bear! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But all the story of the night told over, [1] => And all their minds transfigured so together, [2] => More witnesseth than fancy's images [3] => And grows to something of great constancy; [4] => But, howsoever, strange and admirable. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. [1] => Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love [2] => Accompany your hearts! ) [STAGEDIR] => Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => More than to us [1] => Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have, [1] => To wear away this long age of three hours [2] => Between our after-supper and bed-time? [3] => Where is our usual manager of mirth? [4] => What revels are in hand? Is there no play, [5] => To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? [6] => Call Philostrate. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOSTRATE [LINE] => Here, mighty Theseus. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? [1] => What masque? what music? How shall we beguile [2] => The lazy time, if not with some delight? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOSTRATE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => There is a brief how many sports are ripe: [1] => Make choice of which your highness will see first. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [1] => By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.' [2] => We'll none of that: that have I told my love, [3] => In glory of my kinsman Hercules. [4] => 'The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, [5] => Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.' [6] => That is an old device; and it was play'd [7] => When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. [8] => 'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death [9] => Of Learning, late deceased in beggary.' [10] => That is some satire, keen and critical, [11] => Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. [12] => 'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus [13] => And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.' [14] => Merry and tragical! tedious and brief! [15] => That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow. [16] => How shall we find the concord of this discord? ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Reads [1] => Reads [2] => Reads ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOSTRATE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A play there is, my lord, some ten words long, [1] => Which is as brief as I have known a play; [2] => But by ten words, my lord, it is too long, [3] => Which makes it tedious; for in all the play [4] => There is not one word apt, one player fitted: [5] => And tragical, my noble lord, it is; [6] => For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. [7] => Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess, [8] => Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears [9] => The passion of loud laughter never shed. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => What are they that do play it? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOSTRATE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, [1] => Which never labour'd in their minds till now, [2] => And now have toil'd their unbreathed memories [3] => With this same play, against your nuptial. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => And we will hear it. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOSTRATE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, my noble lord; [1] => It is not for you: I have heard it over, [2] => And it is nothing, nothing in the world; [3] => Unless you can find sport in their intents, [4] => Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, [5] => To do you service. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will hear that play; [1] => For never anything can be amiss, [2] => When simpleness and duty tender it. [3] => Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I love not to see wretchedness o'er charged [1] => And duty in his service perishing. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => He says they can do nothing in this kind. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. [1] => Our sport shall be to take what they mistake: [2] => And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect [3] => Takes it in might, not merit. [4] => Where I have come, great clerks have purposed [5] => To greet me with premeditated welcomes; [6] => Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, [7] => Make periods in the midst of sentences, [8] => Throttle their practised accent in their fears [9] => And in conclusion dumbly have broke off, [10] => Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, [11] => Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome; [12] => And in the modesty of fearful duty [13] => I read as much as from the rattling tongue [14] => Of saucy and audacious eloquence. [15] => Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity [16] => In least speak most, to my capacity. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PHILOSTRATE [LINE] => So please your grace, the Prologue is address'd. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Let him approach. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Prologue [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If we offend, it is with our good will. [1] => That you should think, we come not to offend, [2] => But with good will. To show our simple skill, [3] => That is the true beginning of our end. [4] => Consider then we come but in despite. [5] => We do not come as minding to contest you, [6] => Our true intent is. All for your delight [7] => We are not here. That you should here repent you, [8] => The actors are at hand and by their show [9] => You shall know all that you are like to know. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => This fellow doth not stand upon points. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows [1] => not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not [2] => enough to speak, but to speak true. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child [1] => on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing [1] => impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Prologue [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; [1] => But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. [2] => This man is Pyramus, if you would know; [3] => This beauteous lady Thisby is certain. [4] => This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present [5] => Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder; [6] => And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content [7] => To whisper. At the which let no man wonder. [8] => This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn, [9] => Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know, [10] => By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn [11] => To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. [12] => This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, [13] => The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, [14] => Did scare away, or rather did affright; [15] => And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall, [16] => Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. [17] => Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, [18] => And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: [19] => Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, [20] => He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast; [21] => And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, [22] => His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, [23] => Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain [24] => At large discourse, while here they do remain. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => I wonder if the lion be to speak. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Wall [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In this same interlude it doth befall [1] => That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; [2] => And such a wall, as I would have you think, [3] => That had in it a crannied hole or chink, [4] => Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, [5] => Did whisper often very secretly. [6] => This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show [7] => That I am that same wall; the truth is so: [8] => And this the cranny is, right and sinister, [9] => Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard [1] => discourse, my lord. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! [1] => O night, which ever art when day is not! [2] => O night, O night! alack, alack, alack, [3] => I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! [4] => And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, [5] => That stand'st between her father's ground and mine! [6] => Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, [7] => Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne! [8] => Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this! [9] => But what see I? No Thisby do I see. [10] => O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss! [11] => Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me! ) [STAGEDIR] => Wall holds up his fingers ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me' [1] => is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to [2] => spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will [3] => fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thisbe [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, [1] => For parting my fair Pyramus and me! [2] => My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones, [3] => Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I see a voice: now will I to the chink, [1] => To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby! ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thisbe [LINE] => My love thou art, my love I think. ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; [1] => And, like Limander, am I trusty still. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thisbe [LINE] => And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thisbe [LINE] => As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall! ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thisbe [LINE] => I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway? ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thisbe [LINE] => 'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay. ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Wall [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; [1] => And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear [1] => without warning. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst [1] => are no worse, if imagination amend them. ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If we imagine no worse of them than they of [1] => themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here [2] => come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion. ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lion [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear [1] => The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, [2] => May now perchance both quake and tremble here, [3] => When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. [4] => Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am [5] => A lion-fell, nor else no lion's dam; [6] => For, if I should as lion come in strife [7] => Into this place, 'twere pity on my life. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => A very gentle beast, of a good conscience. ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => This lion is a very fox for his valour. ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => True; and a goose for his discretion. ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his [1] => discretion; and the fox carries the goose. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; [1] => for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: [2] => leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Moonshine [LINE] => This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;-- ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => He should have worn the horns on his head. ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He is no crescent, and his horns are [1] => invisible within the circumference. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Moonshine [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This lanthorn doth the horned moon present; [1] => Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be. ) ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man [1] => should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the [2] => man i' the moon? ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He dares not come there for the candle; for, you [1] => see, it is already in snuff. ) ) [68] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => I am aweary of this moon: would he would change! ) [69] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It appears, by his small light of discretion, that [1] => he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all [2] => reason, we must stay the time. ) ) [70] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Proceed, Moon. ) [71] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Moonshine [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the [1] => lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this [2] => thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. ) ) [72] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, all these should be in the lanthorn; for all [1] => these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe. ) ) [73] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thisbe [LINE] => This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love? ) [74] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lion [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Roaring ) ) [75] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Well roared, Lion. ) [76] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Well run, Thisbe. ) [77] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a [1] => good grace. ) ) [78] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Well moused, Lion. ) [79] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => And so the lion vanished. ) [80] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => And then came Pyramus. ) [81] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; [1] => I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright; [2] => For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams, [3] => I trust to take of truest Thisby sight. [4] => But stay, O spite! [5] => But mark, poor knight, [6] => What dreadful dole is here! [7] => Eyes, do you see? [8] => How can it be? [9] => O dainty duck! O dear! [10] => Thy mantle good, [11] => What, stain'd with blood! [12] => Approach, ye Furies fell! [13] => O Fates, come, come, [14] => Cut thread and thrum; [15] => Quail, crush, conclude, and quell! ) ) [82] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would [1] => go near to make a man look sad. ) ) [83] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. ) [84] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Pyramus [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame? [1] => Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear: [2] => Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame [3] => That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd [4] => with cheer. [5] => Come, tears, confound; [6] => Out, sword, and wound [7] => The pap of Pyramus; [8] => Ay, that left pap, [9] => Where heart doth hop: [10] => Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. [11] => Now am I dead, [12] => Now am I fled; [13] => My soul is in the sky: [14] => Tongue, lose thy light; [15] => Moon take thy flight: [16] => Now die, die, die, die, die. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Stabs himself [1] => Exit Moonshine ) ) [85] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. ) [86] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. ) [87] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and [1] => prove an ass. ) ) [88] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes [1] => back and finds her lover? ) ) [89] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and [1] => her passion ends the play. ) ) [90] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => HIPPOLYTA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks she should not use a long one for such a [1] => Pyramus: I hope she will be brief. ) ) [91] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which [1] => Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us; [2] => she for a woman, God bless us. ) ) [92] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LYSANDER [LINE] => She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. ) [93] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => And thus she means, videlicet:-- ) [94] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Thisbe [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Asleep, my love? [1] => What, dead, my dove? [2] => O Pyramus, arise! [3] => Speak, speak. Quite dumb? [4] => Dead, dead? A tomb [5] => Must cover thy sweet eyes. [6] => These My lips, [7] => This cherry nose, [8] => These yellow cowslip cheeks, [9] => Are gone, are gone: [10] => Lovers, make moan: [11] => His eyes were green as leeks. [12] => O Sisters Three, [13] => Come, come to me, [14] => With hands as pale as milk; [15] => Lay them in gore, [16] => Since you have shore [17] => With shears his thread of silk. [18] => Tongue, not a word: [19] => Come, trusty sword; [20] => Come, blade, my breast imbrue: [21] => And, farewell, friends; [22] => Thus Thisby ends: [23] => Adieu, adieu, adieu. ) [STAGEDIR] => Stabs herself ) [95] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. ) [96] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => DEMETRIUS [LINE] => Ay, and Wall too. ) [97] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BOTTOM [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Starting up ) [1] => parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the [2] => epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two [3] => of our company? ) ) [98] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => THESEUS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no [1] => excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all [2] => dead, there needs none to be blamed. Marry, if he [3] => that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself [4] => in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine [5] => tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably [6] => discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your [7] => epilogue alone. [8] => The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: [9] => Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. [10] => I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn [11] => As much as we this night have overwatch'd. [12] => This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled [13] => The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed. [14] => A fortnight hold we this solemnity, [15] => In nightly revels and new jollity. ) [STAGEDIR] => A dance ) [99] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now the hungry lion roars, [1] => And the wolf behowls the moon; [2] => Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, [3] => All with weary task fordone. [4] => Now the wasted brands do glow, [5] => Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, [6] => Puts the wretch that lies in woe [7] => In remembrance of a shroud. [8] => Now it is the time of night [9] => That the graves all gaping wide, [10] => Every one lets forth his sprite, [11] => In the church-way paths to glide: [12] => And we fairies, that do run [13] => By the triple Hecate's team, [14] => From the presence of the sun, [15] => Following darkness like a dream, [16] => Now are frolic: not a mouse [17] => Shall disturb this hallow'd house: [18] => I am sent with broom before, [19] => To sweep the dust behind the door. ) ) [100] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Through the house give gathering light, [1] => By the dead and drowsy fire: [2] => Every elf and fairy sprite [3] => Hop as light as bird from brier; [4] => And this ditty, after me, [5] => Sing, and dance it trippingly. ) ) [101] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TITANIA [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, rehearse your song by rote [1] => To each word a warbling note: [2] => Hand in hand, with fairy grace, [3] => Will we sing, and bless this place. ) ) [102] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => OBERON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, until the break of day, [1] => Through this house each fairy stray. [2] => To the best bride-bed will we, [3] => Which by us shall blessed be; [4] => And the issue there create [5] => Ever shall be fortunate. [6] => So shall all the couples three [7] => Ever true in loving be; [8] => And the blots of Nature's hand [9] => Shall not in their issue stand; [10] => Never mole, hare lip, nor scar, [11] => Nor mark prodigious, such as are [12] => Despised in nativity, [13] => Shall upon their children be. [14] => With this field-dew consecrate, [15] => Every fairy take his gait; [16] => And each several chamber bless, [17] => Through this palace, with sweet peace; [18] => And the owner of it blest [19] => Ever shall in safety rest. [20] => Trip away; make no stay; [21] => Meet me all by break of day. ) ) [103] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => PUCK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If we shadows have offended, [1] => Think but this, and all is mended, [2] => That you have but slumber'd here [3] => While these visions did appear. [4] => And this weak and idle theme, [5] => No more yielding but a dream, [6] => Gentles, do not reprehend: [7] => if you pardon, we will mend: [8] => And, as I am an honest Puck, [9] => If we have unearned luck [10] => Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, [11] => We will make amends ere long; [12] => Else the Puck a liar call; [13] => So, good night unto you all. [14] => Give me your hands, if we be friends, [15] => And Robin shall restore amends. ) ) ) ) ) ) )