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Demetrius: why then, we are awake. Lets follow him and by the way let us recount our dreams |
When my cue comes call me and i will answer, my next is 'most fair pyramus'. Hey ho! Peter quince? Flute, the bellows mender? Snout the tinker? Starvelling? Gods my life stolen hence and left me asleep. I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream. Past the wit of man to say what dream it was, man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream. Methought i was there is not.man that can tell what. Methought i was... And methought i had... But man is but a patched fool if he will go about to say what methought i had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen. Mans hand is not able to taste, his tongue to concieve nor his heart to report what my dream was. I will get peter quince to write a ballad of this dream, and it shall be called bottoms dream because it hath no bottom. And i shall sing it in the latter end of the play before the duke. Peradventure to make it more gracious i will sing it at her death. |
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Flute: o sweet bully bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpwnce a day during his life he could not have scaped sixpence a day. An the lord hath not given him sixpence a day for playing pyramus, i'll be hanged. He would have deserved it. Sixpence a day for pyramus, or nothing |
Where are these lads? Where are these hearts? |
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Quince: bottom! O corageous day, o happy hour |
Masters, i am to discourse wonders, but ask me not what, for if i tell you then i am no true athenianm i will tell you everything as it fell out. |
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Quince: let us hear, sweet bottom. |
Not a word from me. All that i will tell you is that the lord hath dined. Get your apparel yogether. Meet presently at the palace. Every man look over his part, for the short and the long is our play is preferred. In any case, let Thosbe have clean linen, and let not him that plays the lion pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lions 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 comedy. No more words. Away! Go away! |
