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" The raging rocks,
“ Of prison gates :
“ 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 condol
Flu. Nay, faith, bet not me play a woman; I have a 'beard coming.
Quin. That's all one, you shall play it'in æ mafque; *aod you may fpeak as small'as you
will. Bot. 'An' I may hide my face, let me play Thilby' too; I?ll (peak in a monstrous: little voice, Thifne, Thifde; ab, Pyramus, my lover dear, thy Thisy dear, and lady dear.
QUIN. 'No, no, you maft :play Pyramus; and Flate, you Thilby.
Bot. Wethe proceed.
ther; Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part: I hope, there is a play fitted.
SNUG. Have you the lion's part written? pray you? if it be, give it me, for I am flow of study.
Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.
Bot. 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 a
Quin. If you should do it too terribly, you would fright the dutchess and the ladies, that they would shriek, and that were enough to hang us all.
ALL. That would hang us every mother's son.
Bot. 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' 'cwere any nightingale.
Quin. 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.
Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I beft to play it in?
Quin. Why, what you will.
Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour'd beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French crown-colour'd beard; your perfect yellow.
Quin. 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 intreat you, request you, and defire
you, to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace-wood, a mile without the town, by moon-light, there we will rehearse; for if we meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company,
and our devices known. In the mea time I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.
Bot. We will meet, and there we may rehearse more obscenely and courageously. Take pains, be perfect, adieu. QUIN. At the
e duke's oak we meet.
Enter a fairy at one door, and Puck (or Robin-goodfellow)
Far. Over hill, over dale,
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to night,
Fal. Or I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd, and knavish sprite, Callid Robin-goodfellow. Are you not he, That fright the maidens of the villageree, Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern, And bootless make the breathless huswife chern : And sometime make the drink to bear no barm, Mif-lead night wand'rers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck. Are not you he?
Puck. I am -thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wand'rer of the night:
I jest to Oberon and make him smile,
and the queen at another with hers. OB. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania.
QUEEN. What, jealous Oberon? Fairies, skip hence, I have forsworn his bed and company.
OB. Tarry, rash wanton; am not 1 thy lord ?
QUEEN. Then I must be thy lady; but I know,