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Midsummer Night’s Dream: Act 3, Scene 1

Midsummer Night’s Dream
Act 3, Scene 1

Scene 1

In the woods.

  1. Enter the Clowns: Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and
  2. Starveling. Titania still sleeps.

Bottom

3
  1. Are we all met?

Quince

4 - 7
  1. Pat, pat; and here’s a marvail’s convenient place for our
  2. rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn
  3. brake our tiring-house, and we will do it in action as we
  4. will do it before the Duke.

Bottom

8
  1. Peter Quince!

Quince

9
  1. What sayest thou, bully Bottom?

Bottom

10 - 12
  1. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisbe that
  2. will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill
  3. himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?

Snout

13
  1. By’r lakin, a parlous fear.

Starveling

14
  1. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.

Bottom

15 - 20
  1. Not a whit! I have a device to make all well. Write me a
  2. prologue, and let the prologue seem to say we will do no
  3. harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not kill’d indeed;
  4. and for the more better assurance, tell them that I Pyramus
  5. am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver. This will put them
  6. out of fear.

Quince

21 - 22
  1. Well; we will have such a prologue, and it shall be written
  2. in eight and six.

Bottom

23
  1. No; make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.

Snout

24
  1. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?

Starveling

25
  1. I fear it, I promise you.

Bottom

26 - 29
  1. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves, to bring in
  2. (God shield us!) a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful
  3. thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your
  4. lion living; and we ought to look to’t.

Snout

30
  1. Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.

Bottom

31 - 39
  1. Nay; you must name his name, and half his face must be seen
  2. through the lion’s neck, and he himself muse speak through,
  3. saying thus, or to the same defect: Ladies,” or Fair
  4. ladies, I would wish you,” or I would request you,” or I
  5. would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for
  6. yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of
  7. my life. No! I am no such thing; I am a man as other men
  8. are”; and there indeed let him name his name, and tell them
  9. plainly he is Snug the joiner.

Quince

40 - 42
  1. Well; it shall be so. But there is two hard things: that is,
  2. to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for you know, Pyramus
  3. and Thisbe meet by moonlight.

Snout

43
  1. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?

Bottom

44 - 45
  1. A calendar, a calendar! Look in the almanac. Find out
  2. moonshine, find out moonshine.

Quince

46
  1. Yes; it doth shine that night.

Bottom

47 - 49
  1. Why then may you leave a casement of the great chamber
  2. window (where we play) open; and the moon may shine in at
  3. the casement.

Quince

50 - 54
  1. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a
  2. lantern, and say he comes to disfigure, or to present, the
  3. person of Moonshine. Then, there is another thing: we must
  4. have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisbe
  5. (says the story) did talk through the chink of a wall.

Snout

55
  1. You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?

Bottom

56 - 59
  1. Some man or other must present Wall; and let him have some
  2. plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast about him, to
  3. signify wall; or let him hold his fingers thus, and through
  4. that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisbe whisper.

Quince

60 - 63
  1. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every
  2. mother’s son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin.
  3. When you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and
  4. so every one according to his cue.
  1. Enter Puck, behind.

Robin

65 - 68
  1. What hempen home-spuns have we swagg’ring here,
  2. So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?
  3. What, a play toward? I’ll be an auditor,
  4. An actor too perhaps, if I see cause.

Quince

69
  1. Speak, Pyramus. Thisbe, stand forth.

Bottom

70
  1. Thisbe, the flowers of odious savors sweet”—

Quince

71
  1. Odorous, odorous.

Bottom

72 - 75
  1.                   —“odors savors sweet;
  2. So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisbe dear.
  3. But hark; a voice! Stay thou but here a while,
  4. And by and by I will to thee appear.”
  1. Exit.

Robin

77
  1. A stranger Pyramus than e’er played here.
  1. Exit.

Flute

79
  1. Must I speak now?

Quince

80 - 81
  1. Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes but to
  2. see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.

Flute

82 - 86
  1. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
  2. Of color like the red rose on triumphant brier,
  3. Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,
  4. As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,
  5. I’ll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny’s tomb.”

Quince

87 - 90
  1. Ninus’ tomb,” man. Why, you must not speak that yet. That
  2. you answer to Pyramus. You speak all your part at once, cues
  3. and all. Pyramus, enter. Your cue is past; it is never
  4. tire.”

Flute

91
  1. O—“As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.”
  1. Enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass’s head.

Bottom

93
  1. If I were fair, Thisbe, I were only thine.”

Quince

94 - 95
  1. O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted.
  2. Pray, masters, fly, masters! Help!
  1. Exeunt Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling.

Robin

97 - 102
  1. I’ll follow you, I’ll lead you about a round,
  2. Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
  3. Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound,
  4. A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire,
  5. And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
  6. Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
  1. Exit.

Bottom

104 - 105
  1. Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to make me
  2. afeard.
  1. Enter Snout.

Snout

107
  1. O Bottom, thou art chang’d! What do I see on thee?

Bottom

108
  1. What do you see? You see an ass-head of your own, do you?
  1. Exit Snout.
  1. Enter Quince.

Quince

111
  1. Bless thee. Bottom, bless thee! Thou art translated.
  1. Exit.

Bottom

113 - 121
  1. I see their knavery. This is to make an ass of me, to fright
  2. me, if they could; but I will not stir from this place, do
  3. what they can. I will walk up and down here, and I will
  4. sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.
  5. Sings.
  6. The woosel cock so black of hue,
  7. With orange-tawny bill,
  8. The throstle with his note so true,
  9. The wren with little quill

Titania

122 - 123
  1. Awaking.
  2. What angel wakes me from my flow’ry bed?

Bottom

124 - 130
  1. Sings.
  2. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
  3. The plain-song cuckoo grey,
  4. Whose note full many a man doth mark,
  5. And dares not answer nay
  6. For indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? Who
  7. would give a bird the lie, though he cry cuckoo never so?

Titania

131 - 135
  1. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.
  2. Mine ear is much enamored of thy note;
  3. So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
  4. And thy fair virtue’s force (perforce) doth move me
  5. On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bottom

136 - 140
  1. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that.
  2. And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little
  3. company together now-a-days. The more the pity that some
  4. honest neighbors will not make them friends. Nay, I can
  5. gleek upon occasion.

Titania

141
  1. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

Bottom

142 - 143
  1. Not so, neither; but if I had wit enough to get out of this
  2. wood, I have enough to serve mine owe turn.

Titania

144 - 154
  1. Out of this wood do not desire to go;
  2. Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
  3. I am a spirit of no common rate;
  4. The summer still doth tend upon my state;
  5. And I do love thee; therefore go with me.
  6. I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
  7. And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
  8. And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep.
  9. And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,
  10. That thou shalt like an aery spirit go.
  11. Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! And Mustardseed!
  1. Enter four FairiesPeaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and
  2. Mustardseed.

Peaseblossom

157
  1. Ready.

Cobweb

158
  1.        And I.

Moth

159
  1.        And I.

Mustardseed

160
  1.        And I.

All Fairies

161
  1.        Where shall we go?

Titania

162 - 172
  1. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman,
  2. Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
  3. Feed him with apricots and dewberries,
  4. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
  5. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
  6. And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs,
  7. And light them at the fiery glow-worm’s eyes,
  8. To have my love to bed and to arise;
  9. And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
  10. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
  11. Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

Peaseblossom

173
  1. Hail, mortal!

Cobweb

174
  1. Hail!

Moth

175
  1. Hail!

Mustardseed

176
  1. Hail!

Bottom

177 - 178
  1. I cry your worships mercy, heartily. I beseech your
  2. worship’s name.

Cobweb

179
  1. Cobweb.

Bottom

180 - 182
  1. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb.
  2. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name,
  3. honest gentleman?

Peaseblossom

183
  1. Peaseblossom.

Bottom

184 - 187
  1. I pray you commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and
  2. to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master Peaseblossom, I
  3. shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I
  4. beseech you, sir?

Mustardseed

188
  1. Mustardseed.

Bottom

189 - 193
  1. Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well. That
  2. same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devour’d many a
  3. gentleman of your house. I promise you your kindred hath
  4. made my eyes water ere now. I desire you of more
  5. acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed.

Titania

194 - 198
  1. Come wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
  2. The moon methinks looks with a wat’ry eye;
  3. And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
  4. Lamenting some enforced chastity.
  5. Tie up my lover’s tongue, bring him silently.
  1. Exeunt.
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