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Midsummer Night’s Dream: Act 4, Scene 2

Midsummer Night’s Dream
Act 4, Scene 2

Athens. A room in Quince’s house.

  1. Enter Quince, Thisbe Flute, and the rabble Snout,
  2. Starveling.

Quince

3
  1. Have you sent to Bottom’s house? Is he come home yet?

Starveling

4
  1. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is transported.

Flute

5 - 6
  1. If he come not, then the play is marr’d. It goes not
  2. forward, doth it?

Quince

7 - 8
  1. It is not possible. You have not a man in all Athens able to
  2. discharge Pyramus but he.

Flute

9 - 10
  1. No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in
  2. Athens.

Quince

11 - 12
  1. Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for
  2. a sweet voice.

Flute

13 - 14
  1. You must say paragon.” A paramour is (God bless us!) a
  2. thing of naught.
  1. Enter Snug the joiner.

Snug

16 - 18
  1. Masters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is
  2. two or three lords and ladies more married. If our sport had
  3. gone forward, we had all been made men.

Flute

19 - 23
  1. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day
  2. during his life; he could not have scap’d sixpence a day.
  3. And the Duke had not given him sixpence a day for playing
  4. Pyramus, I’ll be hang’d. He would have deserv’d it. Sixpence
  5. a day in Pyramus, or nothing.
  1. Enter Bottom.

Bottom

25
  1. Where are these lads? Where are these hearts?

Quince

26
  1. Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour!

Bottom

27 - 29
  1. Masters, I am to discourse wonders; but ask me not what; for
  2. if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I will tell you every
  3. thing, right as it fell out.

Quince

30
  1. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Bottom

31 - 40
  1. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that the Duke
  2. hath din’d. Get your apparel together, good strings to your
  3. beards, new ribands to your pumps; meet presently at the
  4. palace; every man look o’er his part; for the short and the
  5. long is, our play is preferr’d. In any case, let Thisbe have
  6. clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion pare his
  7. nails, for they shall hang out for the lion’s claws. And,
  8. most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to
  9. utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say,
  10. it is a sweet comedy. No more words. Away, go, away!
  1. Exeunt.
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