SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house.
Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING
QUINCE
QUINCE
Is all our company here?
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
You were best to call them generally, man by man,
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
according to the scrip.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is
QUINCE
QUINCE
thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our
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QUINCE
interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his
QUINCE
QUINCE
wedding-day at night.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
to a point.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Marry, our play is, The most lamentable comedy, and
QUINCE
QUINCE
most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.
QUINCE
QUINCE
You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?
QUINCE
QUINCE
A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
That will ask some tears in the true performing of
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
it: if I do it, let the audience look to their
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
measure. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
tear a cat in, to make all split.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
The raging rocks
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
And shivering shocks
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BOTTOM
Shall break the locks
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
Of prison gates;
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BOTTOM
And Phibbus' car
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BOTTOM
Shall shine from far
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BOTTOM
And make and mar
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BOTTOM
The foolish Fates.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
more condoling.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
FLUTE
FLUTE
Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
FLUTE
FLUTE
What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
QUINCE
QUINCE
It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
FLUTE
FLUTE
Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.
QUINCE
QUINCE
That's all one: you shall play it in a mask, and
QUINCE
QUINCE
you may speak as small as you will.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne,
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear,
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
and lady dear!'
QUINCE
QUINCE
No, no; you must play [Person 25]: and, Flute, you Thisby.
Pyramus
Pyramus
[PERSON 8]: No, no; you must play and, Flute, you Thisby.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
Well, proceed.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Robin Starveling, the tailor.
STARVELING
STARVELING
Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Tom Snout, the tinker.
SNOUT
SNOUT
Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE
QUINCE
You, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's father:
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QUINCE
SNUG, the joiner; you, the lion's part: and, I
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QUINCE
hope, here is a play fitted.
SNUG
SNUG
Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it
SNUG
SNUG
be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
QUINCE
QUINCE
You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar,
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again,
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
let him roar again.'
QUINCE
QUINCE
An you should do it too terribly, you would fright
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QUINCE
the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek;
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QUINCE
and that were enough to hang us all.
ALL
ALL
That would hang us, every mother's son.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
ladies out of their wits, they would have no more
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
voice so that I will roar you as gently as any
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
nightingale.
QUINCE
QUINCE
You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a
QUINCE
QUINCE
sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a
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QUINCE
summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man:
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QUINCE
therefore you must needs play Pyramus.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
to play it in?
QUINCE
QUINCE
Why, what you will.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
I will discharge it in either your straw-colour
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
perfect yellow.
QUINCE
QUINCE
Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and
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QUINCE
then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here
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QUINCE
are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request
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QUINCE
you and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night;
QUINCE
QUINCE
and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the
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QUINCE
town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if
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we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with
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QUINCE
company, and our devices known. In the meantime I
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QUINCE
will draw a bill of properties, such as our play
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QUINCE
wants. I pray you, fail me not.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu.
QUINCE
QUINCE
At the duke's oak we meet.
BOTTOM
BOTTOM
Enough; hold or cut bow-strings.
Exeunt
QUINCE
QUINCE