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A Midsummer Night's Dream: Act 1 Scene 2
Scene II Athens. QUINCE'S house.
- [Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and
- STARVELING]
- QUINCE
- Is all our company here?
- BOTTOM
- You were best to call them generally, man by man,
- according to the scrip.
- 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.
- 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.
- QUINCE
- Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver.
- BOTTOM
- Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.
- QUINCE
- You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.
- BOTTOM
- What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?
- 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.
- QUINCE
- Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
- FLUTE
- Here, Peter Quince.
- QUINCE
- Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
- FLUTE
- What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
- QUINCE
- It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
- FLUTE
- Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.
- 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!'
- QUINCE
- No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby.
- BOTTOM
- Well, proceed.
- QUINCE
- Robin Starveling, the tailor.
- STARVELING
- Here, Peter Quince.
- QUINCE
- Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother.
- Tom Snout, the tinker.
- SNOUT
- Here, Peter Quince.
- QUINCE
- You, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's father:
- Snug, the joiner; you, the lion's part: and, I
- hope, here is a play fitted.
- SNUG
- Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it
- be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
- 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.'
- QUINCE
- An you should do it too terribly, you would fright
- the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek;
- and that were enough to hang us all.
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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.
- QUINCE
- At the duke's oak we meet.
- BOTTOM
- Enough; hold or cut bow-strings.
- [Exeunt]
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