Are of imagination all compact:ma One fees more devils than wall hell can hold w ton of The poet's eydisina fide frenzy foiling, s 10 a And all their minds transfigur'd fo together, More witnesseth than fancy's images, * Enter Lyfander, Demetrius, Hermia,) and Helena. Thef. Here comes the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Joy, gentle friends; joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts La More than to us, Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed. Thef. Come now, what masks, what dances fhall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours, bas 219 vod Between our and bed-time? quiqad done Where is our of mirth 100 and 50M there no play issuel adf What revels are in hand? is th Call Philoftrate ton af brow JdT [<b'1737919-ci qalq 140 (1ε) Enter Philoft. Here, mighty Thefeus! Oview i jendeaker and The Say, what abridgement have you for this evening? What malque? what mufic? how shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with fome delightbu baa A Philoft Philoft. There is a brief, how many fperts are ripe: (32) Make choice of which yours Highnefs! will fee firft! pon som fed a 19367 ĮGiving a paper! Thef.reads.] The battel with the Centaurs, to be fung (33) By an Athenian eunuch to the harpidi 915 3dW Jd P We'll none of that. That I have told my love,idg In glory of my kinfman Hercules; b'quodal neven dɔin W The riot of the tipfy Bacchanals, oni bilion ever won bat Tearing the Thracian finger in their ragelq omat eide dai če That is an old device; and it was plaid, baA P When I from Thebes came laft a conqueror 409 The thrice three muses mourning fors the death 101 sea disl Of learning, late deceas'd in beggar gaidion ei si Las That is fome fatire, keen and critical; no woy don't Not forting with a nuptial ceremony bootylǝm911x A tedious brief fcene of young Pyramus,vt Boy ob oT And his love Thilby; very tragical mirthed iw I VAR Merry and tragical? tedious and briefyr even 101 That is hot ice, and wond'rous ftrange fnowl nedW How fhall we find the concord of this difcord?gabad,of Philoft. A play there is, my Lord, fome ten words long; Which is as brief, as I have known a play ;i yub brA But by ten words, my Lord, it is too long Wc P Which makes it tedious for in all the play 9HqH There is not one word apt, one player fitted.T P And tragical, my noble Lord, it is no 90 F Sw] 1991 16dw baA (32) bow many sports are x rife:] I I have chofen, to restore from one of the old quarto's printed in 1600, ripe, as word here: ripe, fignifying any thing ready for ufe, rife proper great increase of any thing. boterbomery driv sm 19913 OT (33) Lyf. The battel with the Centaurs] Here the fixteenginet,// that follow, from the time of the fift folio edition theM players, have impertinently been divided, by two der T betwixt Thefeus and Lyfander. But what has Lyfander to affair? He is no courtier of Thefeus's, but only an occafional guek şe and just come out of the woods, so not likely to know what sports were in preparation. I have taken the old quarto's for my guides, in regulating this paffage. Thefeus asks after entertainment, Philoftrate, who is his mafter of the revels, gives him in a list of whas 65 fports are ready upon which, Thefeus reads the titles of them out,› of the lift, and then alternately makes his remarks upon them. And & this, I dare fay, was the Poet's own defign and distribution, won colisy For For Paramas therein doth kill himself ai 19. Tolsá takes might, not merit. Thef. I will hear that play: ¿ vdid I sod zld hat. For never any thing can be amifs, isoigst baɛ YT19M When fimpleness and duty tender iti assoi tod ei sedT Go, bring them in,and take your places Ladies [Exit Phili • Hip! I love not to fee wretchedness o'ercharg'd,lid I And duty in his fervice perishing! an toind es ai dɔidW Thef. Why, gentle fweet, you fhall fee no fuch thing Hip. He faysg they can do nothing in this kindaid W Thef. The kinder we; to give them thanks for nothing Our sport fhall be, to take what they mistake;ig And what poor [willing] duty cannot do, (34) Noble respect it in Where I have come, great clerks have purpofed a brow To greet me with premeditated welcomes to 16 318 Where I have feen them fhiver and look pale, dy] (ɛɛ) Make periods in the midit of fentences, 91 mit wollat iade Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears And, in conclufion, dumbly have broke of 20cl 16dw wond of viszil ton of abcow and to 180 smoɔ fluį bas (37) And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect no:8169919 ni 9194 • Takes it in might, not merits] What cars have the poetical editors, to palm this line upon us as adverfe of S Bakespeare? Tis! certain, an epithet had flipt out, and Thate denture to restore such a one as the sense, may dill ense with ; and which makes the two to verfes flowing and perfectas aglob mwo'e'f9of adi tam yal steb I qui} รกร Not Not paying me a welcome. Truft me, fweetills I read as much, as from the rattling tonguely! Love therefore, and tongue-ty'd fimplicity, 9 A¶ 1oT Enter Philoftrate at nom aidT Irostussd id Phil. So please your Grace, the prologue is addreffT Thef. Let him approach. Love law s{Flour. Trum. lew guous bif. Enter Quince, for the prologue." nechdw oT Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will,num einT That you should think, we come not to offend,1919 But with good will. To fhew our fimple kill,071 That is the true beginning of our end. Confider then, we come but in despight. We do not come, as minding to content you, (35) Our true intent is.-all for your delight, Disobid We are not here.-that you should here repent you The actors are at hand;-and by their fhowɔa MOLYN You fhall know all, that you are like to know.ron moJA Thef. This fellow doth not ftand upon points. A Lyf. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt he knows not the top. A good moral, my Lord. It is not enough to fpeak, but to speak true. Hip. Indeed he hath play'd on his prologue, like a child on the recorder; a found, but not in government. (35) We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is all for your delight, We are not here that you should here repent you, The Actors are at hand; &c]. Thus the late accurate editor, deviating from all the old copies, has, by a certain peculiar fatality, pointed this paffage. The whole glee and humour of the prologue is in the actor's making falfe refts, and fo turning every member of the fentences into flagrant nonfenfe. And Mr. Pope feems very cruel to our Author, (confidering how many paffages, which should have been pointed right, he has pointed wrong;) that here, when he should point wrong, with a strange perverfeness, and unusual appetite for fenfe, he will point right.. The Thef. His fpeech was like a tangled chain; nothing impair'd, but all diforder'd. Who is the next? Enter Pyramus, and Thibe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion, as in dumb show. Prel. Gen les perchance, you wonder at this fhow, But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. know; This man is Pyramus, if This beauteous Lady, Thiby is, certain. ༢༩༦༧ To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. 2 } SA 407 *9*5.03 (3 [Exeunt all but Wall. Thef. I wonder, if the Lion be to speak.. Dem. No wonder, my Lord; one Lion may, when. many affes dog nisbata parts of of (36) which Lion bight by name. As all the a. this pech are in alternate rhyme, excepting that it clofes with a couplet; end as no thyme is left to, name; we must conclude, verfe is flipt out, which cannot now be retriev'd or, by a fition of the words, as I have placed them, the Poet intended a triplet Wall |