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Night and filence! who is here?
Enter Demetrius and Helena running.
Hel. Stay, tho' thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
eyes fo bright? not with salt tears ;
(11) Near to this lack-love, this kill curtesy] Thus, in all the printed Editions. But this Verse, as Ben Johnson says, is broke louse from his Fellows, and wants to be tyed up. I belicvé, the Poet wrote ;
Near to this kill.courtesy. And so the line is reduced to the Measure of the other. But tbią Term being somewhat quaint and uncommon, the Players, in my Opinion, officiously clap'd in the other, as a Comment; and so it has ever since held Poffeffion.
Therefore no marvel, tho' Demetrius
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander, fay not fo;
Lys. Content with Hermia? no: I do repent
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mock'ry born?
hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you muit flout my insufficiency? Good troth, you do me wrong; good footh, you do, In such disdainful manner me to woo : But fare you well. Perforce I must confefs, I thought you lord of more true gentleness; Oh, that a lady, of one Man refus'd, Should of another therefore be abus'd !
Lyf. She fees not Hermia; Hermia, seep thou there;
Her. Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
SCENE, The Wood.
Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our fage, this hauthorn-brake our tyring house, VOL.I.
and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the Duke.
Bot. Peter Quince
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself, which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you chat ?
Snowt. By'rlaken, a parlous fear. .} Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
Bot. Not a whit, I have a device to make all well; write me a prologue, and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed; and for more better assurance tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver; this will put them out of fear. * *
Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue, and it Ihall be written in eight and fix.
Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
Snowt. Will not the ladies be afraid of the lion?
Bot. Mafters, you ought to consider with yourselves ; to bring in, God shield us, a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to look
Snowt. Therefore another prologue must tell, he is not
Bot. Nay you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himself muft speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect; ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or I would request you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to tremble; my life for yours ; if you think, I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life; no, I am no such thing, I am a man as other men are; and there, indeed, let him name his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
Quir. Well, it shall be so; but there is two hard things, that is to bring the moon-light into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus and Thifby meet by moon. light,
Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?
Bot. A kalendar, a kalendar! look in the almanack; And out moon-fhine, find out moon-fhine.
Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. Bot.. Why then may you leave a cafement of the great chamber window, where we play, open; and the moon may shine in at the casement.
Quin. Ay, or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of moon-shine. Then there is another thing; we must have a wall in the great chamber, for Pyramus, and Thifby (lays the story) did talk through the chink of a wall.
Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What say yoo, Bottom?
Bot. Some man or other must present Wall; and let him have some plafter, or fome lome, or some roughcast about him, to signify, wall: Or let him hold his fingers thus; and through the cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, fit down every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin ; when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake ; and so every one according to his
Enter Puck behind.
Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,
Puin. Speak, Pyramus; Thisby, stand forth.