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

Total: 48
print
# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 1
  • Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
    Draws on apace; four happy days bring...
  • Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
    Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
    Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow
    This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
    Like to a step-dame or a dowager
    Long withering out a young man revenue.
  • .

    Theseus. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
    Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
    Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow
    This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
    Like to a step-dame or a dowager
    Long withering out a young man revenue.

2 I / 1
  • Go, Philostrate,
    Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
    Awake the per...
  • Go, Philostrate,
    Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
    Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
    Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
    The pale companion is not for our pomp.
    [Exit PHILOSTRATE]
    Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
    And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
    But I will wed thee in another key,
    With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.
  • Hippolyta. Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
    Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
    And then the moon, like to a silver bow
    New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
    Of our solemnities.

    Theseus. Go, Philostrate,
    Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
    Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
    Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
    The pale companion is not for our pomp.
    [Exit PHILOSTRATE]
    Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
    And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
    But I will wed thee in another key,
    With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.

3 I / 1
  • Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?
  • Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?
  • Egeus. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!

    Theseus. Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?

4 I / 1
  • What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid:
    To you your father should be as...
  • What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid:
    To you your father should be as a god;
    One that composed your beauties, yea, and one
    To whom you are but as a form in wax
    By him imprinted and within his power
    To leave the figure or disfigure it.
    Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
  • Egeus. Full of vexation come I, with complaint
    Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
    Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
    This man hath my consent to marry her.
    Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke,
    This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child;
    Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
    And interchanged love-tokens with my child:
    Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
    With feigning voice verses of feigning love,
    And stolen the impression of her fantasy
    With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
    Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers
    Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth:
    With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart,
    Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
    To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke,
    Be it so she; will not here before your grace
    Consent to marry with Demetrius,
    I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
    As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
    Which shall be either to this gentleman
    Or to her death, according to our law
    Immediately provided in that case.

    Theseus. What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid:
    To you your father should be as a god;
    One that composed your beauties, yea, and one
    To whom you are but as a form in wax
    By him imprinted and within his power
    To leave the figure or disfigure it.
    Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

5 I / 1
  • In himself he is;
    But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
    The oth...
  • In himself he is;
    But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
    The other must be held the worthier.
  • Hermia. So is Lysander.

    Theseus. In himself he is;
    But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
    The other must be held the worthier.

6 I / 1
  • Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
  • Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
  • Hermia. I would my father look'd but with my eyes.

    Theseus. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.

7 I / 1
  • Either to die the death or to abjure
    For ever the society of men.
    Theref...
  • Either to die the death or to abjure
    For ever the society of men.
    Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;
    Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
    Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
    You can endure the livery of a nun,
    For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
    To live a barren sister all your life,
    Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
    Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood,
    To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
    But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
    Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
    Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.
  • Hermia. I do entreat your grace to pardon me.
    I know not by what power I am made bold,
    Nor how it may concern my modesty,
    In such a presence here to plead my thoughts;
    But I beseech your grace that I may know
    The worst that may befall me in this case,
    If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

    Theseus. Either to die the death or to abjure
    For ever the society of men.
    Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;
    Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
    Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
    You can endure the livery of a nun,
    For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
    To live a barren sister all your life,
    Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
    Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood,
    To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
    But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
    Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
    Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.

8 I / 1
  • Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon--
    The sealing-day betwixt my l...
  • Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon--
    The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
    For everlasting bond of fellowship--
    Upon that day either prepare to die
    For disobedience to your father's will,
    Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would;
    Or on Diana's altar to protest
    For aye austerity and single life.
  • Hermia. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
    Ere I will my virgin patent up
    Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
    My soul consents not to give sovereignty.

    Theseus. Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon--
    The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
    For everlasting bond of fellowship--
    Upon that day either prepare to die
    For disobedience to your father's will,
    Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would;
    Or on Diana's altar to protest
    For aye austerity and single life.

9 I / 1
  • I must confess that I have heard so much,
    And with Demetrius thought to have...
  • I must confess that I have heard so much,
    And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof;
    But, being over-full of self-affairs,
    My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come;
    And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,
    I have some private schooling for you both.
    For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
    To fit your fancies to your father's will;
    Or else the law of Athens yields you up--
    Which by no means we may extenuate--
    To death, or to a vow of single life.
    Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love?
    Demetrius and Egeus, go along:
    I must employ you in some business
    Against our nuptial and confer with you
    Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
  • Lysander. I am, my lord, as well derived as he,
    As well possess'd; my love is more than his;
    My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd,
    If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
    And, which is more than all these boasts can be,
    I am beloved of beauteous Hermia:
    Why should not I then prosecute my right?
    Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
    Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
    And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
    Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
    Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

    Theseus. I must confess that I have heard so much,
    And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof;
    But, being over-full of self-affairs,
    My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come;
    And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,
    I have some private schooling for you both.
    For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
    To fit your fancies to your father's will;
    Or else the law of Athens yields you up--
    Which by no means we may extenuate--
    To death, or to a vow of single life.
    Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love?
    Demetrius and Egeus, go along:
    I must employ you in some business
    Against our nuptial and confer with you
    Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.

10 IV / 1
  • Go, one of you, find out the forester;
    For now our observation is perform'd;...
  • Go, one of you, find out the forester;
    For now our observation is perform'd;
    And since we have the vaward of the day,
    My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
    Uncouple in the western valley; let them go:
    Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
    [Exit an Attendant]
    We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
    And mark the musical confusion
    Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
  • Titania. 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.

    Theseus. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
    For now our observation is perform'd;
    And since we have the vaward of the day,
    My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
    Uncouple in the western valley; let them go:
    Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
    [Exit an Attendant]
    We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
    And mark the musical confusion
    Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

11 IV / 1
  • My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
    So flew'd, so sanded, and their...
  • My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
    So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
    With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
    Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
    Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
    Each under each. A cry more tuneable
    Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
    In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
    Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these?
  • Hippolyta. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
    When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
    With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
    Such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves,
    The skies, the fountains, every region near
    Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
    So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

    Theseus. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
    So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
    With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
    Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
    Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
    Each under each. A cry more tuneable
    Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
    In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
    Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these?

12 IV / 1
  • No doubt they rose up early to observe
    The rite of May, and hearing our inte...
  • No doubt they rose up early to observe
    The rite of May, and hearing our intent,
    Came here in grace our solemnity.
    But speak, Egeus; is not this the day
    That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
  • Egeus. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;
    And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;
    This Helena, old Nedar's Helena:
    I wonder of their being here together.

    Theseus. No doubt they rose up early to observe
    The rite of May, and hearing our intent,
    Came here in grace our solemnity.
    But speak, Egeus; is not this the day
    That Hermia should give answer of her choice?

13 IV / 1
  • Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
    [Horns and shout within. LY...
  • Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
    [Horns and shout within. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS,]
    HELENA, and HERMIA wake and start up]
    Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past:
    Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
  • Egeus. It is, my lord.

    Theseus. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
    [Horns and shout within. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS,]
    HELENA, and HERMIA wake and start up]
    Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past:
    Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

14 IV / 1
  • I pray you all, stand up.
    I know you two are rival enemies:
    How comes th...
  • I pray you all, stand up.
    I know you two are rival enemies:
    How comes this gentle concord in the world,
    That hatred is so far from jealousy,
    To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?
  • Lysander. Pardon, my lord.

    Theseus. I pray you all, stand up.
    I know you two are rival enemies:
    How comes this gentle concord in the world,
    That hatred is so far from jealousy,
    To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?

15 IV / 1
  • Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
    Of this discourse we more will hear an...
  • Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
    Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
    Egeus, I will overbear your will;
    For in the temple by and by with us
    These couples shall eternally be knit:
    And, for the morning now is something worn,
    Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.
    Away with us to Athens; three and three,
    We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
    Come, Hippolyta.
  • Demetrius. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
    Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
    And I in fury hither follow'd them,
    Fair Helena in fancy following me.
    But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,--
    But by some power it is,--my love to Hermia,
    Melted as the snow, seems to me now
    As the remembrance of an idle gaud
    Which in my childhood I did dote upon;
    And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
    The object and the pleasure of mine eye,
    Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
    Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
    But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;
    But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
    Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
    And will for evermore be true to it.

    Theseus. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
    Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
    Egeus, I will overbear your will;
    For in the temple by and by with us
    These couples shall eternally be knit:
    And, for the morning now is something worn,
    Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.
    Away with us to Athens; three and three,
    We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
    Come, Hippolyta.

16 V / 1
  • More strange than true: I never may believe
    These antique fables, nor these...
  • More strange than true: I never may believe
    These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
    Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
    Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
    More than cool reason ever comprehends.
    The lunatic, the lover and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact:
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
    That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
    Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
    The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
    And as imagination bodies forth
    The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
    Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
    A local habitation and a name.
    Such tricks hath strong imagination,
    That if it would but apprehend some joy,
    It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
    Or in the night, imagining some fear,
    How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
  • Hippolyta. 'Tis strange my Theseus, that these
    lovers speak of.

    Theseus. More strange than true: I never may believe
    These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
    Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
    Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
    More than cool reason ever comprehends.
    The lunatic, the lover and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact:
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
    That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
    Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
    The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
    And as imagination bodies forth
    The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
    Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
    A local habitation and a name.
    Such tricks hath strong imagination,
    That if it would but apprehend some joy,
    It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
    Or in the night, imagining some fear,
    How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

17 V / 1
  • Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
    [Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HER...
  • Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
    [Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA]
    Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love
    Accompany your hearts!
  • Hippolyta. But all the story of the night told over,
    And all their minds transfigured so together,
    More witnesseth than fancy's images
    And grows to something of great constancy;
    But, howsoever, strange and admirable.

    Theseus. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
    [Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA]
    Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love
    Accompany your hearts!

18 V / 1
  • Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have,
    To wear away this long ag...
  • Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have,
    To wear away this long age of three hours
    Between our after-supper and bed-time?
    Where is our usual manager of mirth?
    What revels are in hand? Is there no play,
    To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
    Call Philostrate.
  • Lysander. More than to us
    Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed!

    Theseus. Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have,
    To wear away this long age of three hours
    Between our after-supper and bed-time?
    Where is our usual manager of mirth?
    What revels are in hand? Is there no play,
    To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
    Call Philostrate.

19 V / 1
  • Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?
    What masque? what music? Ho...
  • Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?
    What masque? what music? How shall we beguile
    The lazy time, if not with some delight?
  • Philostrate. Here, mighty Theseus.

    Theseus. Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?
    What masque? what music? How shall we beguile
    The lazy time, if not with some delight?

20 V / 1
  • [Reads] 'The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung
    By an Athenian eunuch to t...
  • [Reads] 'The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung
    By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.'
    We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
    In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
    [Reads]
    'The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
    Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.'
    That is an old device; and it was play'd
    When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
    [Reads]
    'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
    Of Learning, late deceased in beggary.'
    That is some satire, keen and critical,
    Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
    [Reads]
    'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus
    And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.'
    Merry and tragical! tedious and brief!
    That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
    How shall we find the concord of this discord?
  • Philostrate. There is a brief how many sports are ripe:
    Make choice of which your highness will see first.

    Theseus. [Reads] 'The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung
    By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.'
    We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
    In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
    [Reads]
    'The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
    Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.'
    That is an old device; and it was play'd
    When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
    [Reads]
    'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
    Of Learning, late deceased in beggary.'
    That is some satire, keen and critical,
    Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
    [Reads]
    'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus
    And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.'
    Merry and tragical! tedious and brief!
    That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
    How shall we find the concord of this discord?

21 V / 1
  • What are they that do play it?
  • What are they that do play it?
  • Philostrate. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,
    Which is as brief as I have known a play;
    But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
    Which makes it tedious; for in all the play
    There is not one word apt, one player fitted:
    And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
    For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
    Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess,
    Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
    The passion of loud laughter never shed.

    Theseus. What are they that do play it?

22 V / 1
  • And we will hear it.
  • And we will hear it.
  • Philostrate. Hard-handed men that work in Athens here,
    Which never labour'd in their minds till now,
    And now have toil'd their unbreathed memories
    With this same play, against your nuptial.

    Theseus. And we will hear it.

23 V / 1
  • I will hear that play;
    For never anything can be amiss,
    When simpleness...
  • I will hear that play;
    For never anything can be amiss,
    When simpleness and duty tender it.
    Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
  • Philostrate. No, my noble lord;
    It is not for you: I have heard it over,
    And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
    Unless you can find sport in their intents,
    Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,
    To do you service.

    Theseus. I will hear that play;
    For never anything can be amiss,
    When simpleness and duty tender it.
    Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.

24 V / 1
  • Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.
  • Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.
  • Hippolyta. I love not to see wretchedness o'er charged
    And duty in his service perishing.

    Theseus. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.

25 V / 1
  • The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
    Our sport shall be to take w...
  • The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
    Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
    And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect
    Takes it in might, not merit.
    Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
    To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
    Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
    Make periods in the midst of sentences,
    Throttle their practised accent in their fears
    And in conclusion dumbly have broke off,
    Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
    Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;
    And in the modesty of fearful duty
    I read as much as from the rattling tongue
    Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
    Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
    In least speak most, to my capacity.
  • Hippolyta. He says they can do nothing in this kind.

    Theseus. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
    Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
    And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect
    Takes it in might, not merit.
    Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
    To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
    Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
    Make periods in the midst of sentences,
    Throttle their practised accent in their fears
    And in conclusion dumbly have broke off,
    Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
    Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;
    And in the modesty of fearful duty
    I read as much as from the rattling tongue
    Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
    Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
    In least speak most, to my capacity.

26 V / 1
  • Let him approach.
  • Let him approach.
  • Philostrate. So please your grace, the Prologue is address'd.

    Theseus. Let him approach.

27 V / 1
  • This fellow doth not stand upon points.
  • This fellow doth not stand upon points.
  • Quince. If we offend, it is with our good will.
    That you should think, we come not to offend,
    But with good will. To show our simple skill,
    That is the true beginning of our end.
    Consider then we come but in despite.
    We do not come as minding to contest you,
    Our true intent is. All for your delight
    We are not here. That you should here repent you,
    The actors are at hand and by their show
    You shall know all that you are like to know.

    Theseus. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

28 V / 1
  • His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing
    impaired, but all disordered....
  • His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing
    impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
  • Hippolyta. Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child
    on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.

    Theseus. His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing
    impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

29 V / 1
  • I wonder if the lion be to speak.
  • I wonder if the lion be to speak.
  • Quince. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
    But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
    This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
    This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.
    This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
    Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder;
    And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content
    To whisper. At the which let no man wonder.
    This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn,
    Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know,
    By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
    To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
    This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name,
    The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
    Did scare away, or rather did affright;
    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 is boiling bloody breast;
    And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
    His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
    Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain
    At large discourse, while here they do remain.

    Theseus. I wonder if the lion be to speak.

30 V / 1
  • Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?
  • Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?
  • Snout. In this same interlude it doth befall
    That I, one Snout by name, present a wall;
    And such a wall, as I would have you think,
    That had in it a crannied hole or chink,
    Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
    Did whisper often very secretly.
    This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show
    That I am that same wall; the truth is so:
    And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
    Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.

    Theseus. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?

31 V / 1
  • Pyramus draws near the wall: silence!
  • Pyramus draws near the wall: silence!
  • Demetrius. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard
    discourse, my lord.

    Theseus. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence!

32 V / 1
  • The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
  • The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
  • 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!

    Theseus. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.

33 V / 1
  • Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.
  • Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.
  • Snout. [as Wall] Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;
    And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

    Theseus. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.

34 V / 1
  • The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
    are no worse, if imagin...
  • The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
    are no worse, if imagination amend them.
  • Hippolyta. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.

    Theseus. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
    are no worse, if imagination amend them.

35 V / 1
  • If we imagine no worse of them than they of
    themselves, they may pass for ex...
  • If we imagine no worse of them than they of
    themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here
    come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion.
  • Hippolyta. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.

    Theseus. If we imagine no worse of them than they of
    themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here
    come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion.

36 V / 1
  • A very gentle beast, of a good conscience.
  • A very gentle beast, of a good conscience.
  • Snug. [as Lion] You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear
    The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
    May now perchance both quake and tremble here,
    When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
    Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am
    A lion-fell, nor else no lion's dam;
    For, if I should as lion come in strife
    Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.

    Theseus. A very gentle beast, of a good conscience.

37 V / 1
  • True; and a goose for his discretion.
  • True; and a goose for his discretion.
  • Lysander. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

    Theseus. True; and a goose for his discretion.

38 V / 1
  • His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour;
    for the goose carries no...
  • His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour;
    for the goose carries not the fox. It is well:
    leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon.
  • Demetrius. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his
    discretion; and the fox carries the goose.

    Theseus. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour;
    for the goose carries not the fox. It is well:
    leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon.

39 V / 1
  • He is no crescent, and his horns are
    invisible within the circumference.
  • He is no crescent, and his horns are
    invisible within the circumference.
  • Demetrius. He should have worn the horns on his head.

    Theseus. He is no crescent, and his horns are
    invisible within the circumference.

40 V / 1
  • This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man
    should be put into the l...
  • This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man
    should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the
    man i' the moon?
  • Starveling. [as Moonshine] This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;
    Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be.

    Theseus. This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man
    should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the
    man i' the moon?

41 V / 1
  • It appears, by his small light of discretion, that
    he is in the wane; but ye...
  • It appears, by his small light of discretion, that
    he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all
    reason, we must stay the time.
  • Hippolyta. I am aweary of this moon: would he would change!

    Theseus. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that
    he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all
    reason, we must stay the time.

42 V / 1
  • Well run, Thisbe.
  • Well run, Thisbe.
  • Demetrius. Well roared, Lion.

    Theseus. Well run, Thisbe.

43 V / 1
  • Well moused, Lion.
  • Well moused, Lion.
  • Hippolyta. Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
    good grace.

    Theseus. Well moused, Lion.

44 V / 1
  • This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
    go near to make a man lo...
  • This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
    go near to make a man look sad.
  • 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!

    Theseus. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
    go near to make a man look sad.

45 V / 1
  • With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
    prove an ass.
  • With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
    prove an ass.
  • Lysander. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.

    Theseus. With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
    prove an ass.

46 V / 1
  • She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
    her passion ends the pla...
  • She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
    her passion ends the play.
  • Hippolyta. How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
    back and finds her lover?

    Theseus. She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
    her passion ends the play.

47 V / 1
  • Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
  • Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
  • Flute. [as Thisbe] Asleep, my love?
    What, dead, my dove?
    O Pyramus, arise!
    Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
    Dead, dead? A tomb
    Must cover thy sweet eyes.
    These My lips,
    This cherry nose,
    These yellow cowslip cheeks,
    Are gone, are gone:
    Lovers, make moan:
    His eyes were green as leeks.
    O Sisters Three,
    Come, come to me,
    With hands as pale as milk;
    Lay them in gore,
    Since you have shore
    With shears his thread of silk.
    Tongue, not a word:
    Come, trusty sword;
    Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
    [Stabs herself]
    And, farewell, friends;
    Thus Thisby ends:
    Adieu, adieu, adieu.

    Theseus. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.

48 V / 1
  • No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
    excuse. Never excuse; for wh...
  • No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
    excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all
    dead, there needs none to be blamed. Marry, if he
    that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself
    in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine
    tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably
    discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your
    epilogue alone.
    [A dance]
    The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:
    Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
    I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn
    As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
    This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled
    The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed.
    A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
    In nightly revels and new jollity.
  • 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?

    Theseus. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
    excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all
    dead, there needs none to be blamed. Marry, if he
    that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself
    in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine
    tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably
    discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your
    epilogue alone.
    [A dance]
    The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:
    Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
    I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn
    As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
    This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled
    The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed.
    A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
    In nightly revels and new jollity.

© Copyright 2017-2021 Shakespeare Network - Maximianno Cobra - All rights reserved.

shakespeare_network

© Copyright 2017-2021 Shakespeare Network - Maximianno Cobra - All rights reserved.