Speeches (Lines) for Bottom in "A Midsummer Night's Dream"

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1 I / 2
  • You were best to call them generally, man by man,
    according to the scrip.
  • You were best to call them generally, man by man,
    according to the scrip.
  • Quince. Is all our company here?

    Bottom. You were best to call them generally, man by man,
    according to the scrip.

2 I / 2
  • First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats
    on, then read the names o...
  • First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats
    on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow
    to a point.
  • Quince. Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is
    thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our
    interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his
    wedding-day at night.

    Bottom. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats
    on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow
    to a point.

3 I / 2
  • A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a
    merry. Now, good Peter Quince...
  • A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a
    merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your
    actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves.
  • Quince. Marry, our play is, The most lamentable comedy, and
    most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.

    Bottom. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a
    merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your
    actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves.

4 I / 2
  • Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.
  • Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.
  • Quince. Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver.

    Bottom. Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.

5 I / 2
  • What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?
  • What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?
  • Quince. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.

    Bottom. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?

6 I / 2
  • That will ask some tears in the true performing of
    it: if I do it, let the a...
  • That will ask some tears in the true performing of
    it: if I do it, let the audience look to their
    eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some
    measure. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a
    tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to
    tear a cat in, to make all split.
    The raging rocks
    And shivering shocks
    Shall break the locks
    Of prison gates;
    And Phibbus' car
    Shall shine from far
    And make and mar
    The foolish Fates.
    This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players.
    This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is
    more condoling.
  • Quince. A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love.

    Bottom. That will ask some tears in the true performing of
    it: if I do it, let the audience look to their
    eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some
    measure. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a
    tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to
    tear a cat in, to make all split.
    The raging rocks
    And shivering shocks
    Shall break the locks
    Of prison gates;
    And Phibbus' car
    Shall shine from far
    And make and mar
    The foolish Fates.
    This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players.
    This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is
    more condoling.

7 I / 2
  • An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll
    speak in a monstrous lit...
  • An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll
    speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne,
    Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear,
    and lady dear!'
  • Quince. That's all one: you shall play it in a mask, and
    you may speak as small as you will.

    Bottom. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll
    speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne,
    Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear,
    and lady dear!'

8 I / 2
  • Well, proceed.
  • Well, proceed.
  • Quince. No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby.

    Bottom. Well, proceed.

9 I / 2
  • Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will
    do any man's heart good t...
  • Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will
    do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar,
    that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again,
    let him roar again.'
  • Quince. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.

    Bottom. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will
    do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar,
    that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again,
    let him roar again.'

10 I / 2
  • I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the
    ladies out of their wits...
  • I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the
    ladies out of their wits, they would have no more
    discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my
    voice so that I will roar you as gently as any
    sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any
    nightingale.
  • All. That would hang us, every mother's son.

    Bottom. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the
    ladies out of their wits, they would have no more
    discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my
    voice so that I will roar you as gently as any
    sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any
    nightingale.

11 I / 2
  • Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best
    to play it in?
  • Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best
    to play it in?
  • Quince. You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a
    sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a
    summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man:
    therefore you must needs play Pyramus.

    Bottom. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best
    to play it in?

12 I / 2
  • I will discharge it in either your straw-colour
    beard, your orange-tawny bea...
  • I will discharge it in either your straw-colour
    beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain
    beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your
    perfect yellow.
  • Quince. Why, what you will.

    Bottom. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour
    beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain
    beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your
    perfect yellow.

13 I / 2
  • We will meet; and there we may rehearse most
    obscenely and courageously. Tak...
  • We will meet; and there we may rehearse most
    obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu.
  • Quince. Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and
    then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here
    are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request
    you and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night;
    and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the
    town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if
    we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with
    company, and our devices known. In the meantime I
    will draw a bill of properties, such as our play
    wants. I pray you, fail me not.

    Bottom. We will meet; and there we may rehearse most
    obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu.

14 I / 2
  • Enough; hold or cut bow-strings.
  • Enough; hold or cut bow-strings.
  • Quince. At the duke's oak we meet.

    Bottom. Enough; hold or cut bow-strings.

15 III / 1
  • Are we all met?
  • Are we all met?
  • Hermia. [Awaking] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
    To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
    Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!
    Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
    Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
    And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
    Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
    What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
    Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear;
    Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
    No? then I well perceive you all not nigh
    Either death or you I'll find immediately.

    Bottom. Are we all met?

16 III / 1
  • Peter Quince,--
  • Peter Quince,--
  • Quince. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place
    for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our
    stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we
    will do it in action as we will do it before the duke.

    Bottom. Peter Quince,--

17 III / 1
  • There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and
    Thisby that will never please...
  • There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and
    Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must
    draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies
    cannot abide. How answer you that?
  • Quince. What sayest thou, bully Bottom?

    Bottom. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and
    Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must
    draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies
    cannot abide. How answer you that?

18 III / 1
  • Not a whit: I have a device to make all well.
    Write me a prologue; and let t...
  • Not a whit: I have a device to make all well.
    Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to
    say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that
    Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more
    better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not
    Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them
    out of fear.
  • Starveling. I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.

    Bottom. Not a whit: I have a device to make all well.
    Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to
    say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that
    Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more
    better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not
    Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them
    out of fear.

19 III / 1
  • No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
  • No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
  • Quince. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be
    written in eight and six.

    Bottom. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.

20 III / 1
  • Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to
    bring in--God shield us!-...
  • Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to
    bring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, is a
    most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful
    wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to
    look to 't.
  • Starveling. I fear it, I promise you.

    Bottom. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to
    bring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, is a
    most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful
    wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to
    look to 't.

21 III / 1
  • Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must
    be seen through the lion...
  • Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must
    be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself
    must speak through, saying thus, or to the same
    defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I would wish
    You,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I would
    entreat you,--not to fear, not to tremble: my life
    for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it
    were pity of my life: no I am no such thing; I am a
    man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name
    his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
  • Snout. Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.

    Bottom. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must
    be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself
    must speak through, saying thus, or to the same
    defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I would wish
    You,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I would
    entreat you,--not to fear, not to tremble: my life
    for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it
    were pity of my life: no I am no such thing; I am a
    man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name
    his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.

22 III / 1
  • A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find
    out moonshine, find out mo...
  • A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find
    out moonshine, find out moonshine.
  • Snout. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?

    Bottom. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find
    out moonshine, find out moonshine.

23 III / 1
  • Why, then may you leave a casement of the great
    chamber window, where we pla...
  • Why, then may you leave a casement of the great
    chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon
    may shine in at the casement.
  • Quince. Yes, it doth shine that night.

    Bottom. Why, then may you leave a casement of the great
    chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon
    may shine in at the casement.

24 III / 1
  • Some man or other must present Wall: and let him
    have some plaster, or some...
  • Some man or other must present Wall: and let him
    have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast
    about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his
    fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus
    and Thisby whisper.
  • Snout. You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?

    Bottom. Some man or other must present Wall: and let him
    have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast
    about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his
    fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus
    and Thisby whisper.

25 III / 1
  • Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,--
  • Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,--
  • Quince. Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.

    Bottom. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,--

26 III / 1
  • --odours savours sweet:
    So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
    But...
  • --odours savours sweet:
    So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
    But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile,
    And by and by I will to thee appear.
  • Quince. Odours, odours.

    Bottom. --odours savours sweet:
    So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
    But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile,
    And by and by I will to thee appear.

27 III / 1
  • If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.
  • If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.
  • Flute. O,--As true as truest horse, that yet would
    never tire.

    Bottom. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.

28 III / 1
  • Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to
    make me afeard.
  • Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to
    make me afeard.
  • Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
    Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
    Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
    A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
    And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
    Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.

    Bottom. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to
    make me afeard.

29 III / 1
  • What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do
    you?
  • What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do
    you?
  • Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?

    Bottom. What do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do
    you?

30 III / 1
  • I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;
    to fright me, if they cou...
  • I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;
    to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
    from this place, do what they can: I will walk up
    and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear
    I am not afraid.
    [Sings]
    The ousel cock so black of hue,
    With orange-tawny bill,
    The throstle with his note so true,
    The wren with little quill,--
  • Quince. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art
    translated.

    Bottom. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;
    to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
    from this place, do what they can: I will walk up
    and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear
    I am not afraid.
    [Sings]
    The ousel cock so black of hue,
    With orange-tawny bill,
    The throstle with his note so true,
    The wren with little quill,--

31 III / 1
  • [Sings]
    The finch, the sparrow and the lark,
    The plain-song cuckoo gray,...
  • [Sings]
    The finch, the sparrow and the lark,
    The plain-song cuckoo gray,
    Whose note full many a man doth mark,
    And dares not answer nay;--
    for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
    a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry
    'cuckoo' never so?
  • Titania. [Awaking] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

    Bottom. [Sings]
    The finch, the sparrow and the lark,
    The plain-song cuckoo gray,
    Whose note full many a man doth mark,
    And dares not answer nay;--
    for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
    a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry
    'cuckoo' never so?

32 III / 1
  • Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason
    for that: and yet, to say...
  • Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason
    for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and
    love keep little company together now-a-days; the
    more the pity that some honest neighbours will not
    make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
  • Titania. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
    Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note;
    So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
    And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
    On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.

    Bottom. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason
    for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and
    love keep little company together now-a-days; the
    more the pity that some honest neighbours will not
    make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.

33 III / 1
  • Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out
    of this wood, I have eno...
  • Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out
    of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
  • Titania. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

    Bottom. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out
    of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.

34 III / 1
  • I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your
    worship's name.
  • I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your
    worship's name.
  • Mustardseed. Hail!

    Bottom. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your
    worship's name.

35 III / 1
  • I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master
    Cobweb: if I cut my fin...
  • I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master
    Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with
    you. Your name, honest gentleman?
  • Cobweb. Cobweb.

    Bottom. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master
    Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with
    you. Your name, honest gentleman?

36 III / 1
  • I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your
    mother, and to Master Peasco...
  • I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your
    mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good
    Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more
    acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?
  • Peaseblossom. Peaseblossom.

    Bottom. I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your
    mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good
    Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more
    acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?

37 III / 1
  • Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well:
    that same cowardly, gian...
  • Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well:
    that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath
    devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise
    you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I
    desire your more acquaintance, good Master
    Mustardseed.
  • Mustardseed. Mustardseed.

    Bottom. Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well:
    that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath
    devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise
    you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I
    desire your more acquaintance, good Master
    Mustardseed.

38 IV / 1
  • Where's Peaseblossom?
  • Where's Peaseblossom?
  • Titania. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,
    While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
    And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,
    And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

    Bottom. Where's Peaseblossom?

39 IV / 1
  • Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb?
  • Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb?
  • Peaseblossom. Ready.

    Bottom. Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb?

40 IV / 1
  • Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your
    weapons in your hand, and kil...
  • Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your
    weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped
    humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good
    mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret
    yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and,
    good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not;
    I would be loath to have you overflown with a
    honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed?
  • Cobweb. Ready.

    Bottom. Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your
    weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped
    humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good
    mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret
    yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and,
    good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not;
    I would be loath to have you overflown with a
    honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed?

41 IV / 1
  • Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you,
    leave your courtesy, goo...
  • Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you,
    leave your courtesy, good mounsieur.
  • Mustardseed. Ready.

    Bottom. Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you,
    leave your courtesy, good mounsieur.

42 IV / 1
  • Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb
    to scratch. I must to t...
  • Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb
    to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for
    methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I
    am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me,
    I must scratch.
  • Mustardseed. What's your Will?

    Bottom. Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb
    to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for
    methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I
    am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me,
    I must scratch.

43 IV / 1
  • I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have
    the tongs and the bones.
  • I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have
    the tongs and the bones.
  • Titania. What, wilt thou hear some music,
    my sweet love?

    Bottom. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have
    the tongs and the bones.

44 IV / 1
  • Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good
    dry oats. Methinks I hav...
  • Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good
    dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle
    of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
  • Titania. Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.

    Bottom. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good
    dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle
    of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

45 IV / 1
  • I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas.
    But, I pray you, let none...
  • I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas.
    But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I
    have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
  • Titania. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
    The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

    Bottom. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas.
    But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I
    have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

46 IV / 1
  • [Awaking] When my cue comes, call me, and I will
    answer: my next is, 'Most f...
  • [Awaking] When my cue comes, call me, and I will
    answer: my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho!
    Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout,
    the tinker! 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: man is but an ass, if he go
    about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there
    is no man can tell what. Methought I was,--and
    methought I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if
    he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye
    of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not
    seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue
    to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream
    was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of
    this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream,
    because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the
    latter end of a play, before the duke:
    peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall
    sing it at her death.
  • Demetrius. Why, then, we are awake: let's follow him
    And by the way let us recount our dreams.

    Bottom. [Awaking] When my cue comes, call me, and I will
    answer: my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho!
    Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout,
    the tinker! 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: man is but an ass, if he go
    about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there
    is no man can tell what. Methought I was,--and
    methought I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if
    he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye
    of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not
    seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue
    to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream
    was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of
    this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream,
    because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the
    latter end of a play, before the duke:
    peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall
    sing it at her death.

47 IV / 2
  • Where are these lads? where are these hearts?
  • Where are these lads? where are these hearts?
  • Flute. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a
    day during his life; he could not have 'scaped
    sixpence a day: an the duke had not given him
    sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged;
    he would have deserved it: sixpence a day in
    Pyramus, or nothing.

    Bottom. Where are these lads? where are these hearts?

48 IV / 2
  • Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not
    what; for if I tell you,...
  • Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not
    what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I
    will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.
  • Quince. Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour!

    Bottom. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not
    what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I
    will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.

49 IV / 2
  • Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that
    the duke hath dined. Get...
  • Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that
    the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together,
    good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your
    pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look
    o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our
    play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have
    clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion
    pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the
    lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions
    nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I
    do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet
    comedy. No more words: away! go, away!
  • Quince. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

    Bottom. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that
    the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together,
    good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your
    pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look
    o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our
    play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have
    clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion
    pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the
    lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions
    nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I
    do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet
    comedy. No more words: away! go, away!

50 V / 1
  • O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
    O night, which ever art when...
  • O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
    O night, which ever art when day is not!
    O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,
    I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
    And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
    That stand'st between her father's ground and mine!
    Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
    Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!
    [Wall holds up his fingers]
    Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
    But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
    O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss!
    Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!
  • Theseus. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence!

    Bottom. O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
    O night, which ever art when day is not!
    O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,
    I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
    And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
    That stand'st between her father's ground and mine!
    Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
    Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!
    [Wall holds up his fingers]
    Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
    But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
    O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss!
    Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!

51 V / 1
  • No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me'
    is Thisby's cue: she is to...
  • No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me'
    is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to
    spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will
    fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes.
  • Theseus. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.

    Bottom. No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me'
    is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to
    spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will
    fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes.

52 V / 1
  • I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
    To spy an I can hear my Thisby's fac...
  • I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
    To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby!
  • Flute. [as Thisbe] O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
    For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
    My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones,
    Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.

    Bottom. I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
    To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby!

53 V / 1
  • Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
    And, like Limander, am I trust...
  • Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
    And, like Limander, am I trusty still.
  • Flute. [as Thisbe] My love thou art, my love I think.

    Bottom. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
    And, like Limander, am I trusty still.

54 V / 1
  • Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
  • Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
  • Flute. [as Thisbe] And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.

    Bottom. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

55 V / 1
  • O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!
  • O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!
  • Flute. [as Thisbe] As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.

    Bottom. O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!

56 V / 1
  • Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?
  • Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?
  • Flute. [as Thisbe] I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.

    Bottom. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?

57 V / 1
  • Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
    I thank thee, Moon, for shinin...
  • Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
    I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
    For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
    I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.
    But stay, O spite!
    But mark, poor knight,
    What dreadful dole is here!
    Eyes, do you see?
    How can it be?
    O dainty duck! O dear!
    Thy mantle good,
    What, stain'd with blood!
    Approach, ye Furies fell!
    O Fates, come, come,
    Cut thread and thrum;
    Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!
  • Demetrius. And then came Pyramus.

    Bottom. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
    I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
    For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
    I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.
    But stay, O spite!
    But mark, poor knight,
    What dreadful dole is here!
    Eyes, do you see?
    How can it be?
    O dainty duck! O dear!
    Thy mantle good,
    What, stain'd with blood!
    Approach, ye Furies fell!
    O Fates, come, come,
    Cut thread and thrum;
    Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!

58 V / 1
  • O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?
    Since lion vile hath here deflo...
  • O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?
    Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear:
    Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame
    That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd
    with cheer.
    Come, tears, confound;
    Out, sword, and wound
    The pap of Pyramus;
    Ay, that left pap,
    Where heart doth hop:
    [Stabs himself]
    Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
    Now am I dead,
    Now am I fled;
    My soul is in the sky:
    Tongue, lose thy light;
    Moon take thy flight:
    [Exit Moonshine]
    Now die, die, die, die, die.
  • Hippolyta. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

    Bottom. O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?
    Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear:
    Which is--no, no--which was the fairest dame
    That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd
    with cheer.
    Come, tears, confound;
    Out, sword, and wound
    The pap of Pyramus;
    Ay, that left pap,
    Where heart doth hop:
    [Stabs himself]
    Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
    Now am I dead,
    Now am I fled;
    My soul is in the sky:
    Tongue, lose thy light;
    Moon take thy flight:
    [Exit Moonshine]
    Now die, die, die, die, die.

59 V / 1
  • [Starting up] No assure you; the wall is down that
    parted their fathers. Wil...
  • [Starting up] No assure you; the wall is down that
    parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the
    epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two
    of our company?
  • Demetrius. Ay, and Wall too.

    Bottom. [Starting up] No assure you; the wall is down that
    parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the
    epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two
    of our company?

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