ACT I. SCENE II.
Athens. QUINCE'S house
Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING
| QUINCE. | Is all our company here?
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| BOTTOM. | You were best to call them generally, man by man, according
to the scrip.
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| 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.
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| BOTTOM. | First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then
read the names of the actors; and so grow to a point.
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| QUINCE. | Marry, our play is 'The most Lamentable Comedy and most
Cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisby.'
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| 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.
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| QUINCE. | write_ads(1,1)> Answer, as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver.
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| BOTTOM. | Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.
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| QUINCE. | You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.
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| BOTTOM. | What is Pyramus? A lover, or a tyrant?
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| QUINCE. | A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love.
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| 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.
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'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.'
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This was lofty. Now name the rest of the players. This is
Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein: a lover is more condoling.
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| QUINCE. | Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
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| FLUTE. | Here, Peter Quince.
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| QUINCE. | Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
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| FLUTE. | What is Thisby? A wand'ring knight?
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| QUINCE. | It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
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| FLUTE. | Nay, faith, let not me play a woman; I have a beard coming.
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| QUINCE. | That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, and you may
speak as small as you will.
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| BOTTOM. | An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too.
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice: 'Thisne, Thisne!'
[Then speaking small] 'Ah Pyramus, my lover dear! Thy
Thisby dear, and lady dear!'
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| QUINCE. | No, no, you must play Pyramus; and, Flute, you Thisby.
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| BOTTOM. | Well, proceed.
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| QUINCE. | Robin Starveling, the tailor.
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| STARVELING. | Here, Peter Quince.
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| QUINCE. | Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother.
Tom Snout, the tinker.
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| SNOUT. | Here, Peter Quince.
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| QUINCE. | You, Pyramus' father; myself, Thisby's father; Snug, the
joiner, you, the lion's part. And, I hope, here is a play fitted.
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| SNUG. | Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give it
me, for I am slow of study.
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| QUINCE. | You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.
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| 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.'
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| 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.
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| ALL. | That would hang us, every mother's son.
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| BOTTOM. | I grant you, friends, if 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.
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| QUINCE. | You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a
sweet-fac'd 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.
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| BOTTOM. | Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play
it in?
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| QUINCE. | Why, what you will.
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| 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.
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| QUINCE. | Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then
you will play bare-fac'd. 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 dogg'd 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.
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| BOTTOM. | We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and
courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.
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| QUINCE. | At the Duke's oak we meet.
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| BOTTOM. | Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings
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Exeunt
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