| Athens. QUINCE'S house. |
| [Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING] |
| QUINCE | Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? |
| STARVELING | He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is | ||
| transported. |
| FLUTE | If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes | ||
| not forward, doth it? | 5 |
| QUINCE | It is not possible: you have not a man in all | ||
| Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he. |
| FLUTE | No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft | ||
| man in Athens. |
| QUINCE | Yea and the best person too; and he is a very | 10 | |
| paramour for a sweet voice. |
| FLUTE | You must say 'paragon:' a paramour is, God bless us, | ||
| a thing of naught. | |||
| [Enter SNUG] |
| SNUG | Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and | ||
| there is two or three lords and ladies more married: | 15 | ||
| if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made | |||
| men. |
| FLUTE | O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a | ||
| day during his life; he could not have 'scaped | |||
| sixpence a day: an the duke had not given him | 20 | ||
| sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; | |||
| he would have deserved it: sixpence a day in | |||
| Pyramus, or nothing. | |||
| [Enter BOTTOM] |
| BOTTOM | Where are these lads? where are these hearts? |
| QUINCE | Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour! | 25 |
| BOTTOM | Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not | ||
| what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I | |||
| will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. |
| QUINCE | Let us hear, sweet Bottom. |
| BOTTOM | Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that | 30 | |
| the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together, | |||
| good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your | |||
| pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look | |||
| o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our | |||
| play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have | 35 | ||
| clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion | |||
| pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the | |||
| lion's 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 | 40 | ||
| comedy. No more words: away! go, away! | |||
| [Exeunt] |