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 wand'ring knight?

QUINCE. It is the lady that Pyramus must love.

FLUTE. Nay, faith, let not me 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!'

[Then speaking small] 'Ah Pyramus, my 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 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-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.

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-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.

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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