Act 4, Scene 2
Athens. A Room in QUINCE'S House.
- [Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING.]
- Quince
- 1650 Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet?
- Starveling
- 1651 He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported.
- Flute
- 1652 If he come not, then the play is marred; it goes not
- 1653 forward, doth it?
- Quince
- 1654 It is not possible: you have not a man in all Athens
- 1655 able to discharge Pyramus but he.
- Flute
- 1656 No; he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in
- 1657 Athens.
- Quince
- 1658 Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very paramour
- 1659 for a sweet voice.
- Flute
- 1660 You must say paragon: a paramour is, God bless us, a thing of
- 1661 naught.
- [Enter SNUG.]
- Snug
- 1662 Masters, the duke is coming from the temple; and there is
- 1663 two or three lords and ladies more married: if our sport had gone
- 1664 forward, we had all been made men.
- Flute
- 1665 O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day
- 1666 during his life; he could not have 'scaped sixpence a-day; an
- 1667 the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus,
- 1668 I'll be hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day in
- 1669 Pyramus, or nothing.
- [Enter BOTTOM.]
- Bottom
- 1670 Where are these lads? where are these hearts?
- Quince
- 1671 Bottom!—O most courageous day! O most happy hour!
- Bottom
- 1672 Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not
- 1673 what; for if I tell you, I am not true Athenian. I will tell you
- 1674 everything, right as it fell out.
- Quince
- 1675 Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
- Bottom
- 1676 Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that the
- 1677 duke hath dined. Get your apparel together; good strings to
- 1678 your beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the
- 1679 palace; every man look over his part; for the short and the long
- 1680 is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean
- 1681 linen; and let not him that plays the lion pare his nails, for
- 1682 they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And, most dear actors,
- 1683 eat no onions nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; and
- 1684 I do not doubt but to hear them say it is a sweet comedy. No more
- 1685 words: away! go; away!
- [Exeunt.]