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Sickness is catching; O were favour* so!
Your's would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tougue's sweet me-

lody.
Were the world mine,' Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'll give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look; and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
· Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
Hel. 0, that your frowns would teach my smiles

• such skill!
Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love.
Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection

move!
Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me.
Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me.
Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
Hel. None, but your beauty; 'would that fault

were mine!
Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my

face;

Lysander and myself will fy this place.
Before the time I did Lysander see,
Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold :
To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold
Her silver visage in the watsy glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass
(A time that lovers' Aights doth still conceal),
Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal.

Her. And in the wood, where often you and I
Upon faint prinirose-beds were wont to lie,
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet:
There my Lysander and myself shall meet:

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And thence, from Athens, turn away pur eyes,
To seek new friends and stranger companies.
Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,
And good luck graut thee thy Demetrius !
Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.

[Exit Hermia,
Lys. I will, my Hermia. Helena, adieu :
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you !

[Exit Lysander.
Hel. How happy same, o'er other some can be !
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;
He will not know what all but he do know,
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities,
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind :
Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste :
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguild.
As waggish boys in game* themselves forswear,
So the boy love is perjur'd every where:
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's egnet,
He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:
Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,
Pursue her; and for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expence :
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither, and back again. [Exit.

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Enter Snug, Bottom, Fluté, Snout, Quince, and

Starveling
Quin. Is all our company here?

Bot. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.

Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his wedding-day at night.

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so grow to a point.

Quin. Marry, our play is The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.

Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry. Now, good' Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourselves,

Quin. Answer, ás I call you.Nick Bottom, the

Bot. Ready: name what part I am for, and proceed.

Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyra

Weaver,

mus.

Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly for love.

Bot. That will ask some tears in the true perform ing of it: If I do it, let the audience took to their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole io some measure. To the rest :--Yet my chief humour is

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for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to
tear a cat in, to make all split.

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“ With shivering shocks,
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“ The foolish fates."
This was lofty !-Now name the rest of the players.
-This is Ercles' vein; a tyrant's vein; a lover is
more condoling.

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
Flu. Here, Peter Quince.
Quin. You must take Thisby on you.
Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love.

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will.

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice;- Thisne, Thisne.- Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby dear! and lady dear!

Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and,
Flute, you Thisby.

Bot. Well, proceed.
Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor.
Star. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's muther.—Tom Snout, the tinker.

Snout. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's father ;--Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part:-and, I hope, here is a play fitted.

Snug. Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

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Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar aguin, Let him roar again.

Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek: and that were enough to hang us all, All. That would hang us every mother's son.

Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an* 'twere any nightingale.

Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs play Pyramus.

Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in?

Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw.coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your pur. ple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.

Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced.But, masters, here are your parts : and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night: and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by-moon light; there will we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time I will draw a bill of propertiest, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.

As if,

† Articles required in performing a play.

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