A Midsummer Night's Dream Page #4

and never mayst thou come

Lysander near.

And, all my powers,

addres syour love and might

to honor Helen

and to be her knight!

[ Sighs ]

Aye, me.

For pity,

what a dream was here.

Ohh.

Lysander, look how I do quake...

with fear.

Lysander?

Lysander?

Lysander!

[ Men Singing ]

Here's a marvelous,

convenient place

for our rehearsal.

This green plot

shall be our stage,

this hawthorn brake

our tiring house,

and we will, uh,

do it in action

as we will do it

before the duke.

Peter Quince.

What sayest thou,

bully Bottom?

There are things in this

Comedy of Pyramus and...

Thisby.

Thisby that will never please.

First, Pyramus must draw a sword

to kill himself

which the ladies cannot abide.

By our lady, a parlous fear.

I believe we must

leave the killing out

when all is done.

Not a whit.

I have a device to make all well.

Write me a prologue,

and let the prologue seem to say

we will do no harm

with our swords

and that Pyramus is not

killed indeed,

and for the more better assurance

tell them that I, Pyramus,

am not Pyramus,

but Bottom the weaver.

This will put them out of fear.

Oh, well, we will have

such a prologue,

and it shall be written

in, uh, 8 and 6.

No, make it 2 more.

Let it be written

in 8 and 8.

But there is 2 hard things:

That is to bring

the moonlight into a chamber,

for, you know, Pyramus

and Thisby meet by moonlight.

Doth the moon shine

that night we play our play?

A calendar. A calendar!

Calendar.

Look in the almanac.

Find out if the moon shine.

Find out moon shine.

It doth shine that night.

Itd oth shine that night.

Why, then may you leave

a casement

of the great chamber window

open where we play,

and the moon may shine in

at the casement.

Two hard things.

We must have a wall

in the great chamber,

for Pyramus and Thisby,

says the story,

did talk through

the chink of a wall.

You can never bring in a wall.

What say you, Bottom?

Some man

or other must present wall.

Uh, Sam. Sam.

And let him have some plaster

or some loam or some

rough cast about him

to signify wall.

And let him hold his fingers thus,

and through that cranny

shall Pyramus and...

Starveling:
Thisby.

Thisby whisper.

You can never bring in a wall.

No, no, no.

A-And if this may be,

then all is well.

Quince:
Pyramus, you begin,

and when you have

spoken your speech,

enter into that brake.

Thisby, stand forth.

Now, left foot forward

and then antique gesture.

Uh, Pyramus, speak.

What hempen homespuns

have we swaggering here

so near the cradle

of the fairy queen?

Line.

Quince:
Thisby.

Thisby,

the flowers of odious

savors sweet--

Odorous. Odorous.

Odorous savors sweet,

so hath thy breath,

my dearest Thisby dear.

But hark!

A voice.

Stay thou but here awhile,

and by and by

I will to thee appear.

A stranger Pyramus

than e'er played here.

Psst. [ Whispering ]

Must I speak now?

Aye, marry, must you,

for he goes back

to see a noise that he heard

and is to come again.

Most radiant--

Quince:
[ Falsetto ]

Most radiant...

[ Higher ]

Most radiant--

Most radiant...

[ Falsetto ]

Most radiant Pyramus...

[ Laughter ]

Most--

Quince:
Shh. Shh.

Lily-white of hue...

If I were fair, Thisby.

If I were only thine.

[ Falsetto ]

I'll meet thee, Pyramus,

at Ninny's tomb.

That's Ninus' tomb, man!

Why, you must not speak that yet.

That you answer to Pyramus.

You speak all your part at once,

cues and all.

Enter, Pyramus!

The cue is past.

It is "never tire."

[ To Himself ]

If I were fair, Thisby.

If I were fair, Thisby.

If I were fair, Thisby,

I were only thine.

Aah! Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Quince:
Oh, monstrous.

Oh, strange.

Fly, masters.

We are haunted.

Oh. Ooh.

Bottom, thou art changed.

What do I see on thee?

What do you see?

What, you see an ass-head

of your own, do you?

Bless thee, Bottom.

Bless thee.

Thou art translated.

Aah.

[ Screaming ]

Why do they run away?

I see their knavery.

This is to make an ass of me,

to fright me, if they could,

but I will not stir

from this place,

do what they can.

And I will sing

that they shall hear

I am not afraid.

The ousel cock

so black of hue

With orange-tawny bill

The throstle

with his note so true

The wren with little quill

[ Voice Breaks ]

What angel wakes me

from my flowery bed?

The finch, the sparrow

and the lark

The plain-song cuckoo gray

Whose note so many

a man doth mark

And dares not answer nay

[ Brays ]

I pray thee, gentle mortal,

sing again.

Mine ear is much enamored

of thy note.

So is mine eye

enthralled to thy shape,

and thy fair virtues

force, perforce,

doth move me, on the first view,

to say...to swear,

I love thee.

M-M-Methinks, mistress,

you should have

little reason for that,

and yet,

to say the truth,

reason and love keep little

company together nowadays.

[ Laughter ]

Nay, I can gleek,

upon occasion.

Thou art as wise

as thou art beautiful.

Not so, neither.

[ Rustling ]

If I have wit enough

to get out of this wood,

I have enough to serve

mine own turn.

Out of this wood

do not desire to go.

Oh!

Aah!

Thou shalt remain here,

whether thou wilt or no.

I'll give thee fairies

to attend on thee,

and they shall fetch thee jewels

from the deep

and sing while thou

on pressed flowers dost sleep,

and I will purge

thy mortal grossness so

that thou shalt

like an airy spirit go.

Peaseblossom! Cobweb.

- Ready.

-And I.

Moth and Mustardseed.

-And I.

-And I.

Where shall we go?

Be kind and courteous

to this gentleman.

Hop in his walks

and gambol in his eyes.

Feed him with apricocks

and dewberries,

with purple grapes,

green figs,

and mulberries.

Nod to him, elves,

and do him courtesies.

I cry your worship's mercy

heartily.

I beseech your worship's name.

Cobweb.

I shall desire you

of more acquaintance,

good Cobweb.

If I cut my finger,

I shall make bold--

Your name, I pray you.

Mustardseed.

Oh, I know your patience well.

Your kindred have made my eyes

waterere now.

I shall desire you

of more acquaintance,

Mustardseed.

[ Opera Plays ]

Hail, mortal.

All:
Hail, mortal.

Hail, mortal.

All:
Hail, hail, hail.

I wonder if Titania be awaked,

then what it was

that next came in her eye

which she must dote on

in extremity.

How now, mad spirit?

What night-rule now

about this haunted grove?

My mistress with a monster

is in love.

[ Whispering ]

This falls out better

than I could devise.

[ Laughing ]

But hast thou yet latched

the Athenian's eyes

with the love-juice,

as I did bid thee do?

I took him sleeping.

That is finished,too.

Demetrius:
...so bitter...

Stand close.

Now I but chide.

But I should use thee worse,

for thou, I fear,

has given me cause to curse.

If thou hast slain Lysander

in his sleep,

being o'er shoes in blood,

plunge in the deep,

and kill me, too.

This is the same Athenian.

This is the woman...

Uh-huh.

But not this the man.

Hermia:
The sun was not

so true unto the day

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