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- $Unique_ID{SSP00258}
- $Title{A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act IV, Scene II}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00250.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
-
- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
-
- A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
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- ACT IV
- ................................................................................
-
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- SCENE II: Athens. QUINCE'S house.
- . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
-
- {Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING.}
-
- QUINCE: Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet?
-
- STARVELING: He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is
- transported.
-
- FLUTE: If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes
- not forward, doth it?
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- QUINCE: It is not possible: you have not a man in all
- Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he.
-
- FLUTE: No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft
- man in Athens.
-
- QUINCE: Yea and the best person too; and he is a very 10
- paramour for a sweet voice.
-
- FLUTE: You must say 'paragon:' a paramour is, God bless us,
- a thing of naught.
-
- {Enter SNUG.}
-
- SNUG: Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and
- there is two or three lords and ladies more married:
- if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made
- men.
-
- 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 20
- sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged;
- he would have deserved it: sixpence a day in
- Pyramus, or nothing.
-
- {Enter BOTTOM.}
-
- BOTTOM: Where are these lads? where are these hearts?
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- 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.
-
- QUINCE: Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
-
- BOTTOM: Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that 30
- 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 40
- comedy. No more words: away! go, away!
-
- [Exeunt.]
-