A Midsummer Night's Dream Part 4

Enter.

Enter Demetrius and Helena running.

Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweete Demetrius

De. I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus

Hel. O wilt thou darkling leaue me? do not so

De. Stay on thy perill, I alone will goe.

Exit Demetrius.

Hel. O I am out of breath, in this fond chace, The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace, Happy is Hermia, wheresoere she lies; For she hath blessed and attractiue eyes.

How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt teares.

If so, my eyes are oftner washt then hers.

No, no, I am as vgly as a Beare; For beasts that meete me, runne away for feare, Therefore no maruaile, though Demetrius Doe as a monster, flie my presence thus.

What wicked and dissembling gla.s.se of mine, Made me compare with Hermias sphery eyne?

But who is here? Lysander on the ground; Deade or asleepe? I see no bloud, no wound, Lysander, if you liue, good sir awake

Lys. And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.

Transparent Helena, nature her shewes art, That through thy bosome makes me see thy heart.

Where is Demetrius? oh how fit a word Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!

Hel. Do not say so Lysander, say not so: What though he loue your Hermia? Lord, what though?

Yet Hermia still loues you; then be content

Lys. Content with Hermia? no, I do repent The tedious minutes I with her haue spent.

Not Hermia, but Helena now I loue; Who will not change a Rauen for a Doue?

The will of man is by his reason sway'd: And reason saies you are the worthier Maide.

Things growing are not ripe vntill their season; So I being yong, till now ripe not to reason, And touching now the point of humane skill, Reason becomes the Marshall to my will.

And leades me to your eyes, where I orelooke Loues stories, written in Loues richest booke

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keene mockery borne?

When at your hands did I deserue this scorne?

Ist not enough, ist not enough, yong man, That I did neuer, no nor neuer can, Deserue a sweete looke from Demetrius eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?

Good troth you do me wrong (good-sooth you do) In such disdainfull manner, me to wooe.

But fare you well; perforce I must confesse, I thought you Lord of more true gentlenesse.

Oh, that a Lady of one man refus'd, Should of another therefore be abus'd.

Enter

Lys. She sees not Hermia: Hermia sleepe thou there, And neuer maist thou come Lysander neere; For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomacke brings: Or as the heresies that men do leaue, Are hated most of those that did deceiue: So thou, my surfeit, and my heresie, Of all be hated; but the most of me; And all my powers addresse your loue and might, To honour Helen, and to be her Knight.

Enter.

Her. Helpe me Lysander, helpe me; do thy best To plucke this crawling serpent from my brest.

Aye me, for pitty; what a dreame was here?

Lysander looke, how I do quake with feare: Me-thought a serpent eate my heart away, And yet sat smiling at his cruell prey.

Lysander, What remoou'd? Lysander, Lord, What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?

Alacke where are you? speake and if you heare: Speake of all loues; I sound almost with feare.

No, then I well perceiue you are not nye, Either death or you Ile finde immediately.

Enter.

Actus Tertius.

Enter the Clownes.

Bot. Are we all met?

Quin. Pat, pat, and here's a maruailous conuenient place for our rehearsall. This greene plot shall be our stage, this hauthorne brake our tyring house, and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the Duke

Bot. Peter Quince?

Peter. What saist thou, bully Bottome?

Bot. There are things in this Comedy of Piramus and Thisby, that will neuer please. First, Piramus must draw a sword to kill himselfe; which the Ladies cannot abide.

How answere you that?

Snout. Berlaken, a parlous feare

Star. I beleeue we must leaue the killing out, when all is done

Bot. Not a whit, I haue a deuice to make all well.

Write me a Prologue, and let the Prologue seeme to say, we will do no harme with our swords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeede: and for the more better a.s.surance, tell them, that I Piramus am not Piramus, but Bottome the Weauer; this will put them out of feare

Quin. Well, we will haue such a Prologue, and it shall be written in eight and sixe

Bot. No, make it two more, let it be written in eight and eight

Snout. Will not the Ladies be afear'd of the Lyon?

Star. I feare it, I promise you

Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your selues, to bring in (G.o.d s.h.i.+eld vs) a Lyon among Ladies, is a most dreadfull thing. For there is not a more fearefull wilde foule then your Lyon liuing: and wee ought to looke to it

Snout. Therefore another Prologue must tell he is not a Lyon

Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and halfe his face must be seene through the Lyons necke, and he himselfe must speake through, saying thus, or to the same defect; Ladies, or faire Ladies, I would wish you, or I would request you, or I would entreat you, not to feare, not to tremble: my life for yours. If you thinke I come hither as a Lyon, it were pitty of my life. No, I am no such thing, I am a man as other men are; and there indeed let him name his name, and tell him plainly hee is Snug the ioyner

Quin. Well, it shall be so; but there is two hard things, that is, to bring the Moone-light into a chamber: for you know Piramus and Thisby meete by Moonelight

Sn. Doth the Moone s.h.i.+ne that night wee play our play?

Bot. A Calender, a Calender, looke in the Almanack, finde out Moone-s.h.i.+ne, finde out Moone-s.h.i.+ne.

Enter Pucke.

Quin. Yes, it doth s.h.i.+ne that night

Bot. Why then may you leaue a cas.e.m.e.nt of the great chamber window (where we play) open, and the Moone may s.h.i.+ne in at the cas.e.m.e.nt

Quin. I, or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorne, and say he comes to disfigure, or to present the person of Moone-s.h.i.+ne. Then there is another thing, we must haue a wall in the great Chamber; for Piramus and Thisby (saies the story) did talke through the c.h.i.n.ke of a wall

Sn. You can neuer bring in a wall. What say you Bottome?

Bot. Some man or other must present wall, and let him haue some Plaster, or some Lome, or some rough cast about him, to signifie wall; or let him hold his fingers thus; and through that cranny shall Piramus and Thisby whisper

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit downe euery mothers sonne, and rehea.r.s.e your parts.