A Midsummer Night's Dream Page #3

Sing me now asleep.

Then to your duties go, and let me rest.

Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby

Good night, with lullaby

Never harm, nor spell, nor charm

Come our lovely lady nigh

Good night, with lullaby

Weaving spiders, come not here

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence

Beetles black, approach not near

Worm do no offense

Philomel, with melody

Sing in our sweet lullaby

Good night, with lullaby

What thou seest when thou dost wake

Do it for thy truelove take

Be it leopard, cat, or bear

Wolf or boar with bristled hair

In thine eye that shall appear

When thou wakest, it is thy dear

Through the forest have I gone

Have I gone, have I gone

But Athenian found I none

Found I, found I none

On whose eyes I am to prove

Am to prove, am to prove

This flower's force in stirring love

Stirring

Stirring

Love

We'll rest us, Hermia.

If you think it good.

And bathe here

for the comfort of the day.

Be it so, Lysander.

Find you out a bed.

For I, upon this bank, will rest my head.

One turf shall serve as pillow for us both.

One heart, one bed,

two bosoms and one troth.

Nay, good Lysander.

For my sake, my dear, lie further off yet.

Do not lie so near.

Oh, take the sense, sweet,

of my innocence!

Then by your side no bedroom me deny.

For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Lysander riddles very prettily.

But, gentle friend...

for love and courtesy,

lie further off.

In human modesty,

such separation, as may well be said,

becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid.

So far be distant.

And good night, sweet friend.

Your love ne'er alter

till your sweet life end.

Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I.

And then end life when I end loyalty.

Here is my bed.

Sleep give you all his rest.

With half that wish,

the wisher's eyes be pressed.

Through the forest have I gone

Have I gone, have I gone

But...

Night and silence. Who is here?

Dress of Athens he doth wear.

This is he, my master said.

Despised of the Athenian maid.

And here's the maiden, sleeping sound.

On the damp and dirty ground.

Pretty soul.

She dares not lie near this lack-love.

Fool.

Fool, upon thy eyes I throw

All the power this charm doth hold

When thou wak'st, let love forbid

Sleep his seat on thy eyelid

So awake when I am gone

For I must go to Oberon

Ho, there!

Hast thou charmed the Athenians eyes

with the love juice, as I did bid thee do?

I took him sleeping. That is finished too.

And the Athenian woman by his side.

So when he wakes,

by him she must be eyed.

What has't thou done?

Thou has't mistaken quite.

And laid the love juice

on some true love's sight.

Believe me, King of Shadows, I mistook.

Did not you tell me I should know the man

by the Athenian garments he had on?

And so far am I glad this so did sort.

For this, their jangling, I esteem a sport.

When beasts that meet me

run away for fear.

It is no wonder that Demetrius,

should like a monster,

fly my presence thus.

But who is here?

Lysander!

On the ground. Dead or asleep?

I see no blood, no wound.

Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake!

Lysander, there's...

There was a...

And run through fire

I will for your sweet sake.

Transparent Helena!

Nature shows art, that through your bosom

makes me see your heart.

Do not say so, Lysander, say not so.

- Yet Hermia...

- Not Hermia, but Helena I love.

Who will not change a raven for a dove?

The will of man is by his reason swayed.

And reason says

you are the worthier maid.

Things growing

are not ripe until their season.

So I, being young,

till now ripe not to reason.

Good troth, you do me wrong.

Good sooth, you do so

in such disdainful manner me to woo.

- But, fare you well.

- Helena!

I must confess,

I thought you lord of true gentleness.

- Helena.

- Oh, that a lady by one man refused

Should by another therefore be abused.

Her...

Hermia, sleep you there.

And never may you come Lysander near.

Now, all my powers

address your love and might.

To honor Helena, and to be her knight!

Help me, Lysander!

Do your best

to pluck this crawling serpent

from my breast.

Ay, me, for pity.

What a dream was here.

Lysander, look how I do shake with fear.

I thought a serpent ate my heart away.

And you sat smiling at my agony.

Lysander...

What?

Not here?

Lysander!

Lysander!

Oh, dear heart, speak!

Oh, dear heart, speak!

I swoon almost with fear.

No!

No!

Lord, then I will perceive

that you are gone.

Either death or you I'll find immediately!

Lysander!

Lysander!

Lysander!

Hermia!

Demetrius!

Demetrius!

Helena! Helena!

Helena!

Lysander!

- Hermia, Hermia!

- Hermia!

Demetrius!

Helena! Helena!

Lord...

...what fools these mortals be!

Here.

Here's a marvelous convenient place

for our rehearsal.

Ah!

This plot shall be our stage.

This Hawthorne-brake our tiring-house.

There is a play on foot.

I'll be the audience.

An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

Come, sit down, every mother's son,

and rehearse your part.

And we will do it in action

as will do it before the duke.

Pyramus, you begin.

Well...

I begin.

Oh, Thisnay!

And when you have spoken your speech...

- Then I stop.

- No, no!

- Well, then I go on.

- No, no!

Then you enter into that break.

And so every one according to his cue.

Thisbe, stand forth.

Speak, Pyramus.

- Oh, Thisnay, the flowers...

- "Oh, Thisbe. "

- "Thisnay. "

- "Thisbe. "

- "Nay. "

- "Be. "

- "Nay. "

- "Be!"

This...

This...

This...

nebee.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

The flowers of odious savors sweet.

"Odorous," "odorous. "

Odorous, odorous.

The flowers od...

The flowers of odorous savors sweet.

Oh, Thisbe,

the flowers of odorous savors sweet.

So hath thy breath.

Oh, Thisbe.

My dearest Thisbe dear.

But, hark...

Oh, no, Bottom.

Bottom.

Thisnay.

Thisbe.

But, hark.

A voice.

Stay you but here a while,

and by and by...

I will to you appear.

Into that break!

Most radiant Pyramus...

Most radiant Pyramus!

Must I speak now?

Ay, indeed, must you,

for you must understand

he goes

but to see a noise that he heard,

and he's to come again.

If I were fair Thisbe,

I were only thine...

I were only...

Most radiant Pyramus,

most lily-white of hue...

Most lily-white of hue.

Of color like the red rose

on triumphant brier.

Most briskly juvenal and eke...

Eke.

Eke most lovely Jew

as true as truest horse

that yet would never tire.

I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.

- Ninny's?

- Ninny's.

- Ninny's.

- Ninny's.

Ninus' tomb, man!

Ninus' tomb, man!

But you must not speak that yet.

But you must not speak that yet.

That you answer to Pyramus.

That you answer to Pyramus.

You speak all your part at once,

cues and all!

You speak all your part at once, cues...

I won't play anymore.

I won't play.

Pyramus! Your cue is passed.

It's "never tire. "

If I were fair Thisbe, I were only thine.

If I were fair Thisbe.

If I were fair Thisbe, I were only thine.

Oh, me.

Oh, monstrous.

Strange.

We are haunted.

Pray, masters.

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