Were The World Mine Page #5

# HE NO MORE

SHALL SEE MY FACE; #

# WHOM I DO LOVE AND

WILL DO TILL MY DEATH #

# BE AS THOU

WAST WONT TO BE; #

# SEE AS THOU

WAST WONT TO SEE #

# BE AS THOU

WAST WONT TO BE; #

# SEE AS THOU

WAST WONT TO SEE... #

"I have a device

to make all well.

Crush this herb

into the lovers eyes

Whose liquor hath

this virtuous property,

To take from thence all

error with their might,

And make their eyeballs

roll with wonted sight.

When next they wake,

all this derision

Shall seem a dream

and fruitless vision."

Don't haste,

get to the play tonight,

And with some luck there,

all things shall be right!

"I swear to thee,

by Cupid's strongest bow,

By all the vows that

ever men have broke..."

I'll be there.

# ALL THINGS SHALL BE PEACE #

Hi, Sugar.

I've got to get you

to the school.

"Follow my voice:

we'll try no manhood here."

"The villain is much

lighter-heel'd than I:

I follow'd fast,

but faster he did fly;

Come, thou gentle day!

For if but once thou

show me thy grey light,

I'll find Demetrius

and revenge this spite."

"Ho, ho, ho!

Coward, why comest thou not?"

"Where art thou now?"

"Come hither:
I am here."

"Nay, then, thou mock'st me.

Thou shalt buy this dear,

If ever I thy face

by daylight see:

Now, go thy way.

Faintness constraineth me

To measure out my length

on this cold bed."

He's gathering all the mixed

up lovers so he can fix them.

"O weary night,

O long and tedious night,"

Free will must be restored.

"Abate thy hour!

And sleep, that sometimes

shuts up sorrow's eye,

Steal me awhile

from mine own company."

"Yet but three?

Come one more;

Two of both kinds

make up four.

Here she comes,

curst and sad:

Cupid is a knavish lad,

Thus to make poor females mad."

"Never so weary,

never so in woe,

Bedabbled with the dew

and torn with briers,

I can no further crawl,

no further go;

My legs can keep no

pace with my desires."

Sing!

# ON THE GROUND #

# SLEEP SOUND... #

# I'LL APPLY TO YOUR EYE, #

# GENTLE LOVER, REMEDY #

Go on.

# WHEN THOU WAKES THOU TAKEST #

# TRUE DELIGHT IN THE SIGHT #

# OF THY FORMER

LADY'S EYE:
#

# JACK SHALL HAVE JILL; #

# NOUGHT SHALL GO ILL; #

# THE MAN SHALL HAVE

HIS MARE AGAIN #

# AND ALL SHALL BE WELL #

Goodbye.

This part of the show?

Damn, this is cool.

- Get off me, dude.

- Sorry.

Come along, please.

The finale.

Frankie, you're on!

"I will hear that play;

For never anything

can be amiss,

When simpleness

and duty tender it."

# GENTLES, PERCHANCE

YOU WONDER AT THIS SHOW; #

# BUT WONDER ON, #

# TILL TRUTH MAKES

ALL THINGS PLAIN #

# THIS MAN IS PYRAMUS,

IF YOU WOULD KNOW; #

# THIS BEAUTEOUS LADY

THISBY IS CERTAIN... #

# BY MOONSHINE DID

THESE LOVERS THINK #

# NO SCORN MET AT A TOMB #

# TO WOO BY PALE MOONLIGHT #

# THIS GRISLY BEAST,

WHICH LION HIGHT BY NAME, #

# THE TRUSTY THISBY,

COMING FIRST BY NIGHT... #

That's my girlfriend!

She f***in' rocks!

# IF WE OFFEND,

WE GOT GOOD WILL #

# IF WE ARE CRUDE,

OUR MEASURES PLAIN! #

# OUR TRUE INTEN IS YOUR DELIGHT #

# IT'S MERRY!

TRAGICAL! AND BRIEF! #

# OH, PYRAMUS, #

# PYRAMUS LOVED THISBY #

# AND, AS SHE FLED,

HER MANTLE SHE DID FALL, #

# WHICH LION VILE WITH

BLOODY MOUTH DID STAIN #

# ANON COMES PYRAMUS,

SWEET YOUTH AND TALL, #

# AND FINDS HIS TRUSTY

THISBY'S MANTLE SLAIN... #

# WHEREAT, WITH BLADE, #

# WITH BLOODY

BLAMEFUL BLADE, #

# HE BRAVELY BROACH'D

HIS BOILING BLOODY BREAST; #

# THUS HE DIED #

# HE DIED, HE DIED #

# HIS SOUL IS IN THE SKY #

# NOW THISBY'S PASSION

ENDS THE PLAY IN TEARS, #

# ASLEEP, MY LOVE?

WHAT, DEAD, MY DOVE? #

# ARISE! #

# TONGUE NOT A WORD: #

# COME BLADE MY

BREAST IMBRUE:
#

# THUS THIS BY ENDS;

ADIEU, ADIEU, ADIEU. #

# ADIEU, ADIEU, ADIEU, ADIEU! #

# IF WE OFFEND,

WE GOT GOOD WILL #

# IF WE ARE CRUDE,

OUR MEASURES PLAIN! #

# OUR TRUE INTEN IS YOUR DELIGHT #

# IT'S MERRY!

TRAGICAL! BRIEF! #

# OH, PYRAMUS, #

# PYRAMUS LOVED THIS BY... #

# OH, PYRAMUS, #

# PYRAMUS LOVED THIS BY #

Nora?

It's time to fly.

"If we shadows

have offended,

Think but this,

and all is mended,

That you have

but slumber'd here

While these visions

did appear

And this weak

and idle theme,

No more yielding

but a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend:

If you pardon, we will mend:

And, as I am

an honest Puck,

If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape

the serpent's tongue,

We will make

amends ere long;

Else the Puck a liar call;

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands,

if we be friends,

And Robin shall

restore amends."

Donna, darling...

will you join me

for next week's seminar?

OK.

Yes, of course.

You're very lucky to have

such a marvelously talented son.

Goodnight.

You know, when I was

in high-school,

I made quite

a dashing Oberon.

I bet you did.

Good evening, Coach.

What a talented bunch!

Indeed.

See you on Monday, Coach?

Evening, Nora.

Goodnight.

You were

unbelievable tonight.

Don't you feel...

I feel like myself.

"It's not enough to speak,

but to speak true."

Dude, awesome job!

You two love birds

better be at my party.

It's gonna be beyond!

Who's next?

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