Act 5, Scene 1

Athens. An Apartment in the Palace of THESEUS.

  1. [Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, and Attendants.]
  2. Hippolyta
  3. 1686 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of.
  4. Theseus
  5. 1687 More strange than true. I never may believe
  6. 1688 These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
  7. 1689 Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
  8. 1690 Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
  9. 1691 More than cool reason ever comprehends.
  10. 1692 The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
  11. 1693 Are of imagination all compact:
  12. 1694 One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
  13. 1695 That is the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
  14. 1696 Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
  15. 1697 The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
  16. 1698 Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
  17. 1699 And as imagination bodies forth
  18. 1700 The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
  19. 1701 Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
  20. 1702 A local habitation and a name.
  21. 1703 Such tricks hath strong imagination,
  22. 1704 That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
  23. 1705 It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
  24. 1706 Or in the night, imagining some fear,
  25. 1707 How easy is a bush supposed a bear?
  26. Hippolyta
  27. 1708 But all the story of the night told over,
  28. 1709 And all their minds transfigur'd so together,
  29. 1710 More witnesseth than fancy's images,
  30. 1711 And grows to something of great constancy;
  31. 1712 But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
  32. [Enter LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HERMIA, and HELENA.]
  33. Theseus
  34. 1713 Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.—
  35. 1714 Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love
  36. 1715 Accompany your hearts!
  37. Lysander
  38. 1716 More than to us
  39. 1717 Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed!
  40. Theseus
  41. 1718 Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have,
  42. 1719 To wear away this long age of three hours
  43. 1720 Between our after-supper and bed-time?
  44. 1721 Where is our usual manager of mirth?
  45. 1722 What revels are in hand? Is there no play
  46. 1723 To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
  47. 1724 Call Philostrate.
  48. Philostrate
  49. 1725 Here, mighty Theseus.
  50. Theseus
  51. 1726 Say, what abridgment have you for this evening?
  52. 1727 What masque? what music? How shall we beguile
  53. 1728 The lazy time, if not with some delight?
  54. Philostrate
  55. 1729 There is a brief how many sports are ripe;
  56. 1730 Make choice of which your highness will see first.
  57. [Giving a paper.]
  58. [Reads.]
  59. Theseus
  60. 1731 'The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung
  61. 1732 By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.'
  62. 1733 We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
  63. 1734 In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
  64. 1735 'The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
  65. 1736 Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.'
  66. 1737 That is an old device, and it was play'd
  67. 1738 When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
  68. 1739 'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
  69. 1740 Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.'
  70. 1741 That is some satire, keen and critical,
  71. 1742 Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
  72. 1743 'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus
  73. 1744 And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.'
  74. 1745 Merry and tragical! tedious and brief!
  75. 1746 That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
  76. 1747 How shall we find the concord of this discord?
  77. Philostrate
  78. 1748 A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,
  79. 1749 Which is as brief as I have known a play;
  80. 1750 But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
  81. 1751 Which makes it tedious: for in all the play
  82. 1752 There is not one word apt, one player fitted:
  83. 1753 And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
  84. 1754 For Pyramus therein doth kill himself:
  85. 1755 Which when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,
  86. 1756 Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
  87. 1757 The passion of loud laughter never shed.
  88. Theseus
  89. 1758 What are they that do play it?
  90. Philostrate
  91. 1759 Hard-handed men that work in Athens here,
  92. 1760 Which never labour'd in their minds till now;
  93. 1761 And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories
  94. 1762 With this same play against your nuptial.
  95. Theseus
  96. 1763 And we will hear it.
  97. Philostrate
  98. 1764 No, my noble lord,
  99. 1765 It is not for you: I have heard it over,
  100. 1766 And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
  101. 1767 Unless you can find sport in their intents,
  102. 1768 Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,
  103. 1769 To do you service.
  104. Theseus
  105. 1770 I will hear that play;
  106. 1771 For never anything can be amiss
  107. 1772 When simpleness and duty tender it.
  108. 1773 Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
  109. [Exit PHILOSTRATE.]
  110. Hippolyta
  111. 1774 I love not to see wretchedness o'er-charged,
  112. 1775 And duty in his service perishing.
  113. Theseus
  114. 1776 Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.
  115. Hippolyta
  116. 1777 He says they can do nothing in this kind.
  117. Theseus
  118. 1778 The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
  119. 1779 Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
  120. 1780 And what poor duty cannot do,
  121. 1781 Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
  122. 1782 Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
  123. 1783 To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
  124. 1784 Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
  125. 1785 Make periods in the midst of sentences,
  126. 1786 Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
  127. 1787 And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
  128. 1788 Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
  129. 1789 Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;
  130. 1790 And in the modesty of fearful duty
  131. 1791 I read as much as from the rattling tongue
  132. 1792 Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
  133. 1793 Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
  134. 1794 In least speak most to my capacity.
  135. [Enter PHILOSTRATE.]
  136. Philostrate
  137. 1795 So please your grace, the prologue is address'd.
  138. Theseus
  139. 1796 Let him approach.
  140. [Flourish of trumpets. Enter PROLOGUE.]
  141. Prologue (Quince)
  142. 1797 'If we offend, it is with our good will.
  143. 1798 That you should think, we come not to offend,
  144. 1799 But with good will. To show our simple skill,
  145. 1800 That is the true beginning of our end.
  146. 1801 Consider then, we come but in despite.
  147. 1802 We do not come, as minding to content you,
  148. 1803 Our true intent is. All for your delight
  149. 1804 We are not here. That you should here repent you,
  150. 1805 The actors are at hand: and, by their show,
  151. 1806 You shall know all that you are like to know,'
  152. Theseus
  153. 1807 This fellow doth not stand upon points.
  154. Lysander
  155. 1808 He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows
  156. 1809 not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not enough to speak,
  157. 1810 but to speak true.
  158. Hippolyta
  159. 1811 Indeed he hath played on this prologue like a child
  160. 1812 on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.
  161. Theseus
  162. 1813 His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all
  163. 1814 disordered. Who is next?
  164. [Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, WALL, MOONSHINE, and LION, as in dumb show.]
  165. Prologue (Quince)
  166. 1815 Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
  167. 1816 But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
  168. 1817 This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
  169. 1818 This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.
  170. 1819 This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
  171. 1820 Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder;
  172. 1821 And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content
  173. 1822 To whisper, at the which let no man wonder.
  174. 1823 This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn,
  175. 1824 Presenteth Moonshine: for, if you will know,
  176. 1825 By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
  177. 1826 To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
  178. 1827 This grisly beast, which by name Lion hight,
  179. 1828 The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
  180. 1829 Did scare away, or rather did affright;
  181. 1830 And as she fled, her mantle she did fall;
  182. 1831 Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain:
  183. 1832 Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,
  184. 1833 And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain;
  185. 1834 Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
  186. 1835 He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast;
  187. 1836 And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
  188. 1837 His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
  189. 1838 Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain,
  190. 1839 At large discourse while here they do remain.
  191. [Exeunt PROLOGUE, THISBE, LION, and MOONSHINE.]
  192. Theseus
  193. 1840 I wonder if the lion be to speak.
  194. Demetrius
  195. 1841 No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do.
  196. Wall (Snout)
  197. 1842 In this same interlude it doth befall
  198. 1843 That I, one Snout by name, present a wall:
  199. 1844 And such a wall as I would have you think
  200. 1845 That had in it a crannied hole or chink,
  201. 1846 Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
  202. 1847 Did whisper often very secretly.
  203. 1848 This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth show
  204. 1849 That I am that same wall; the truth is so:
  205. 1850 And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
  206. 1851 Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.
  207. Theseus
  208. 1852 Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?
  209. Demetrius
  210. 1853 It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard
  211. 1854 discourse, my lord.
  212. Theseus
  213. 1855 Pyramus draws near the wall; silence.
  214. [Enter PYRAMUS.]
  215. Pyramus (Bottom)
  216. 1856 O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
  217. 1857 O night, which ever art when day is not!
  218. 1858 O night, O night, alack, alack, alack,
  219. 1859 I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!—
  220. 1860 And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
  221. 1861 That stand'st between her father's ground and mine;
  222. 1862 Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
  223. 1863 Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.
  224. [WALL holds up his fingers.]
  225. Pyramus (Bottom)
  226. 1864 Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
  227. 1865 But what see what see I? No Thisby do I see.
  228. 1866 O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss,
  229. 1867 Curs'd be thy stones for thus deceiving me!
  230. Theseus
  231. 1868 The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
  232. Pyramus (Bottom)
  233. 1869 No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me' is
  234. 1870 Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through
  235. 1871 the wall. You shall see it will fall pat as I told you.—Yonder
  236. 1872 she comes.
  237. [Enter THISBE.]
  238. Thisbe (Flute)
  239. 1873 O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
  240. 1874 For parting my fair Pyramus and me:
  241. 1875 My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones:
  242. 1876 Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
  243. Pyramus (Bottom)
  244. 1877 I see a voice; now will I to the chink,
  245. 1878 To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.
  246. 1879 Thisby!
  247. Thisbe (Flute)
  248. 1880 My love! thou art my love, I think.
  249. Pyramus (Bottom)
  250. 1881 Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
  251. 1882 And like Limander am I trusty still.
  252. Thisbe (Flute)
  253. 1883 And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.
  254. Pyramus (Bottom)
  255. 1884 Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
  256. Thisbe (Flute)
  257. 1885 As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
  258. Pyramus (Bottom)
  259. 1886 O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
  260. Thisbe (Flute)
  261. 1887 I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.
  262. Pyramus (Bottom)
  263. 1888 Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?
  264. Thisbe (Flute)
  265. 1889 'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay.
  266. Wall (Snout)
  267. 1890 Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so;
  268. 1891 And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.
  269. [Exeunt WALL, PYRAMUS and THISBE.]
  270. Theseus
  271. 1892 Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.
  272. Demetrius
  273. 1893 No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear
  274. 1894 without warning.
  275. Hippolyta
  276. 1895 This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
  277. Theseus
  278. 1896 The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
  279. 1897 are no worse, if imagination amend them.
  280. Hippolyta
  281. 1898 It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
  282. Theseus
  283. 1899 If we imagine no worse of them than they of
  284. 1900 themselves, they may pass for excellent men.
  285. 1901 Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion.
  286. [Enter LION and MOONSHINE.]
  287. Lion (Snug)
  288. 1902 You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear
  289. 1903 The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
  290. 1904 May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,
  291. 1905 When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
  292. 1906 Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am
  293. 1907 A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:
  294. 1908 For, if I should as lion come in strife
  295. 1909 Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.
  296. Theseus
  297. 1910 A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
  298. Demetrius
  299. 1911 The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw.
  300. Lysander
  301. 1912 This lion is a very fox for his valour.
  302. Theseus
  303. 1913 True; and a goose for his discretion.
  304. Demetrius
  305. 1914 Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his
  306. 1915 discretion, and the fox carries the goose.
  307. Theseus
  308. 1916 His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour;
  309. 1917 for the goose carries not the fox. It is well; leave it to his
  310. 1918 discretion, and let us listen to the moon.
  311. Moonshine (Starveling)
  312. 1919 This lanthorn doth the horned moon present:
  313. Demetrius
  314. 1920 He should have worn the horns on his head.
  315. Theseus
  316. 1921 He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within
  317. 1922 the circumference.
  318. Moonshine (Starveling)
  319. 1923 This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;
  320. 1924 Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be.
  321. Theseus
  322. 1925 This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man should be
  323. 1926 put into the lantern. How is it else the man i' the moon?
  324. Demetrius
  325. 1927 He dares not come there for the candle: for, you
  326. 1928 see, it is already in snuff.
  327. Hippolyta
  328. 1929 I am aweary of this moon: would he would change!
  329. Theseus
  330. 1930 It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he
  331. 1931 is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must
  332. 1932 stay the time.
  333. Lysander
  334. 1933 Proceed, moon.
  335. Moonshine (Starveling)
  336. 1934 All that I have to say, is to tell you that the lantern
  337. 1935 is the moon; I, the man i' the moon; this thorn-bush, my
  338. 1936 thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
  339. Demetrius
  340. 1937 Why, all these should be in the lantern; for all
  341. 1938 these are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisbe.
  342. [Enter THISBE.]
  343. Thisbe (Flute)
  344. 1939 This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?
  345. Lion (Snug)
  346. 1940 Oh!
  347. [The LION roars.--THISBE runs off.]
  348. Demetrius
  349. 1941 Well roared, lion.
  350. Theseus
  351. 1942 Well run, Thisbe.
  352. Hippolyta
  353. 1943 Well shone, moon.—Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
  354. [The LION tears THISBE'S Mantle, and exit.]
  355. Theseus
  356. 1944 Well moused, lion.
  357. Demetrius
  358. 1945 And so comes Pyramus.
  359. Lysander
  360. 1946 And then the lion vanishes.
  361. [Enter PYRAMUS.]
  362. Pyramus (Bottom)
  363. 1947 Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
  364. 1948 I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright:
  365. 1949 For, by thy gracious golden, glittering streams,
  366. 1950 I trust to take of truest Thisby's sight.
  367. 1951 But stay;—O spite!
  368. 1952 But mark,—poor knight,
  369. 1953 What dreadful dole is here!
  370. 1954 Eyes, do you see?
  371. 1955 How can it be?
  372. 1956 O dainty duck! O dear!
  373. 1957 Thy mantle good,
  374. 1958 What! stained with blood?
  375. 1959 Approach, ye furies fell!
  376. 1960 O fates! come, come;
  377. 1961 Cut thread and thrum;
  378. 1962 Quail, rush, conclude, and quell!
  379. Theseus
  380. 1963 This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go
  381. 1964 near to make a man look sad.
  382. Hippolyta
  383. 1965 Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
  384. Pyramus (Bottom)
  385. 1966 O wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame?
  386. 1967 Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear;
  387. 1968 Which is—no, no—which was the fairest dame
  388. 1969 That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer.
  389. 1970 Come, tears, confound;
  390. 1971 Out, sword, and wound
  391. 1972 The pap of Pyramus:
  392. 1973 Ay, that left pap,
  393. 1974 Where heart doth hop:—
  394. 1975 Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
  395. 1976 Now am I dead,
  396. 1977 Now am I fled;
  397. 1978 My soul is in the sky:
  398. 1979 Tongue, lose thy light!
  399. 1980 Moon, take thy flight!
  400. 1981 Now die, die, die, die, die.
  401. [Dies. Exit MOONSHINE.]
  402. Demetrius
  403. 1982 No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
  404. Lysander
  405. 1983 Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
  406. Theseus
  407. 1984 With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover and prove an ass.
  408. Hippolyta
  409. 1985 How chance moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
  410. 1986 back and finds her lover?
  411. Theseus
  412. 1987 She will find him by starlight.—Here she comes; and
  413. 1988 her passion ends the play.
  414. [Enter THISBE.]
  415. Hippolyta
  416. 1989 Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
  417. 1990 Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
  418. Demetrius
  419. 1991 A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which
  420. 1992 Thisbe, is the better.
  421. Lysander
  422. 1993 She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
  423. Demetrius
  424. 1994 And thus she moans, videlicet.—
  425. Thisbe (Flute)
  426. 1995 Asleep, my love?
  427. 1996 What, dead, my dove?
  428. 1997 O Pyramus, arise,
  429. 1998 Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
  430. 1999 Dead, dead? A tomb
  431. 2000 Must cover thy sweet eyes.
  432. 2001 These lily lips,
  433. 2002 This cherry nose,
  434. 2003 These yellow cowslip cheeks,
  435. 2004 Are gone, are gone:
  436. 2005 Lovers, make moan!
  437. 2006 His eyes were green as leeks.
  438. 2007 O Sisters Three,
  439. 2008 Come, come to me,
  440. 2009 With hands as pale as milk;
  441. 2010 Lay them in gore,
  442. 2011 Since you have shore
  443. 2012 With shears his thread of silk.
  444. 2013 Tongue, not a word:—
  445. 2014 Come, trusty sword;
  446. 2015 Come, blade, my breast imbrue;
  447. 2016 And farewell, friends:—
  448. 2017 Thus Thisbe ends;
  449. 2018 Adieu, adieu, adieu.
  450. [Dies.]
  451. Theseus
  452. 2019 Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead.
  453. Demetrius
  454. 2020 Ay, and wall too.
  455. Bottom
  456. 2021 No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers.
  457. 2022 Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask
  458. 2023 dance between two of our company?
  459. Theseus
  460. 2024 No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
  461. 2025 excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead there
  462. 2026 need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it had played
  463. 2027 Pyramus, and hang'd himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have
  464. 2028 been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably
  465. 2029 discharged. But come, your Bergomask; let your epilogue alone.
  466. [Here a dance of Clowns.]
  467. Theseus
  468. 2030 The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:—
  469. 2031 Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
  470. 2032 I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
  471. 2033 As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
  472. 2034 This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd
  473. 2035 The heavy gait of night.—Sweet friends, to bed.—
  474. 2036 A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
  475. 2037 In nightly revels and new jollity.
  476. [Exeunt.]