A Midsummer Night's Dream Page #6

may all to Athens back again repair.

And think no more

of this night's accidents

but as the fierce vexation of a dream.

Then, my queen, in silence sad,

trip we after night's shade.

We the globe can compass soon

swifter than the wandering moon.

Come, my lord, and in our flight,

tell me how it came this night

that I sleeping here was found

with these mortals on the ground.

When thou wak'st,

with thine own fool's eyes peep.

Heigh-ho.

Heigh-ho.

Peter Quince.

Peter Quince.

- Flute, the Bellows-mender.

- Flute, the Bellows-mender.

- Snout, the tinker.

- Snout, the tinker.

- Starveling.

- Starveling.

God's my life stolen hence

and left me asleep.

I have had...

a most rare vision.

I have had a dream.

Past the wit of man to say

what dream it was.

Methought I was...

And methought I had...

Man is but an ass.

Man is but an ass

if he go about to expound this dream.

Methought I was...

And methought I had...

Man is but a patched fool.

If he will offer...

to say.

What methought I was...

And what methought I...

The eye of man has not heard,

the ear of man has not seen,

man's hand is not able to taste,

his tongue to conceive

nor his heart to report...

what my dream was.

And I will get Peter Quince

to write a ballad of this dream.

It shall be called "Bottom's Dream. "

Because it has no bottom.

And... I will sing it in the latter end

of our play before the duke.

And perhaps to make it

the more gracious...

I shall sing it after death.

What methought I was

And what methought I had

What methought I was

And methought I had

I beg the law,

the law upon her head, my lord.

Good morrow, friends.

Fair lovers, you are fortunately met.

- My consent, my lord.

- Egeus, I will overbear your will.

For in the temple by and by with us,

these couples shall eternally be knit.

Come, my Hippolyta.

"We come not to offend, but with

goodwill to show our... Our simple skills. "

We come not to offend, but

with goodwill to show our simple skills.

Masters, the duke is at the temple.

There were two or three more

lords and ladies married.

Have you sent to Bottom's house?

Is he come home yet?

If he cannot be heard of,

without doubt he is... transported.

Where are all these lads?

Where are these hearts?

Bottom!

Oh, most courageous day!

Oh, most happy hour.

It is with our goodwill.

Masters, I will tell you of... wonders.

Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Not a word of me.

Get your costumes together,

meet presently at the palace.

- Away. Go, away.

Come on.

These things seem small

and undistinguishable.

Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

It seems to me that yet we sleep,

we dream.

'Tis strange, my Theseus,

what these lovers speak of.

Lovers and madmen

have such seething brains.

Such wild imaginings that apprehend

more than cool reason ever comprehends.

The lunatic, the lover and the poet

are of imagination all compact.

The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,

doth glance from heaven to Earth,

from Earth to heaven.

And his imagination bodies forth

the forms of things unknown.

The poet's pen turns them into shapes

and gives to airy nothing

a local habitation and a name.

But all the story of the night told over

and all their minds

transfigured so together

tells more to us than fancy's images.

Come now, what masques,

what dances shall we have?

Where is our usual manager of mirth?

What revels are in hand?

"A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus

and his love Thisbe.

Very tragical mirth. " Ha!

No, my noble lord, it is not for you.

What are they that do play it?

Hard-handed men

that work in Athens here

who never labor'd

in their minds till now.

And we will hear it. Go, bring them in.

The actors are at hand.

And by their show, you shall know all

that you are like to know.

For all the rest, let...

uh, Lion...

Moonshine...

Wall...

Wall, wall, wall.

And lovers twain...

at large discourse,

while here they do remain.

In this same interlude.

Oh, yeah.

In th... This same interlude,

it doth befall

That I, uh,

one Snout by name, present.

- Uh...

- Wall.

A wall.

Uh, and such a...

- Wall.

- Wall.

Such a wall I'd have you think

had in it a cranny hole or a...

Chink.

- Chink.

- Chink.

- Chink. Chink.

Chink. Chink.

Through which the lovers, Pyramus

and Thisbe, did whisper often very secretly.

Shh!

Yeah, I know.

This loam, this rough cast, this stone,

doth show that I am that same.

Wall. Wall. Wall.

Wall. Wall, wall, wall.

The truth is so and this cranny is...

This cranny is...

This cranny is right and sinister through

which the fearful lovers are to whisper.

Silence. Pyramus draws

near the wall.

Oh, grim-looked night!

Oh, grim-looked night!

Oh, night with hue so black!

Oh, night which ever art when day is not.

Oh, night which ever art when day is not.

Oh, night. Oh, night!

Alack, alack, alack.

I fear my Thisbe's promise is forgot.

And thou, oh, wall,

Oh, sweet, oh, lovely wall.

Show me thy chink.

Show me thy chink!

To blink through with mine eyne.

Thanks, courteous wall.

Jove, shield thee well for this.

But what see I?

No Thisbe do I see.

Oh, wicked wall,

through whom I see no bliss.

Cursed be thy stones

for thus deceiving me.

The wall, I think, being sensible,

should curse again.

No, in truth, sir, he should not.

"Deceiving me" is Thisbe's cue.

Deceiving me.

PYRAMUS:

Deceiving me.

Yonder she comes.

Psst!

Oh, wall, full often hast

thou heard my moans.

Moans, moans, moans, moans.

For parting my fair Pyramus and me.

Psst! Psst!

My cherry lips

have often kiss'd thy stones.

Thy stones with lime

and hair knit up in thee.

Thisbe. Thisbe. Thisbe.

Pyramus, Pyramus, Pyramus.

My love thou art, my love I think.

Not...

Shafalus to Procrus.

Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

As Shoproc, as Prochoc-shaf...

As Shaf... As Prer...

As I to you.

Kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

I kiss the wall, not your lips at all.

Wilt thou...

at Ninny's tomb

meet me straightway?

Tide life, tide death,

I come without delay.

Thus have I, the wall,

my part discharged so.

And being done,

thus the wall away doth go.

The best of this kind are but shadows,

and the worst are no worse

if imagination assist them.

Let us listen to the moon.

Ahhh.

This lanthorn doth the horned moon

present myself the ma...

He should have worn the horns

on his head.

This lanthorn

doth the horned moon present

myself the man

in the moon do seem to be.

- This dog...

- This is the greatest error of all the rest.

The man should be put into the lanthorn.

- How else is it the man in the moon?

- This lanthorn doth...

I am so weary of this moon,

would he would change.

- This lanthorn...

- Proceed, Moon.

All that I have say is

that the lanthorn is the moon.

I, the man in the moon, this thorn-bush,

my thorn-bush, this dog, my dog.

This is old Ninny's tomb.

Where is my love?

Psst!

Ah!

Ah. Ah.

Well roared, Lion.

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