Quin.

Is all our company here?

Bot.

You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip^{1 note}

Quin.

Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his wedding-day at night.

Bot.

First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so grow* ^note to a point^{2 note}

Quin.

Marry, our play is—The most lamentable

comedy^{3 note}

Bot.

A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry^{4 note}.—Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourselves^{5 note}.

Quin.

Answer, as I call you.—Nick Bottom, the weaver.

Bot.

Ready: Name what part I am for, and proceed.

Quin.

You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.

Bot.

What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?

Quin.

A lover, that kills himself most gallantly for love.

Bot.

That will ask some tears in the true performing of it: If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some measure^{6 note}

is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in^{7 note}, to make all split^{8 note}

“The raging rocks,
“And shivering shocks^{9 note},
“Shall break the locks
  “Of prison-gates:
“And Phibbus' car
“Shall shine from far,
“And make and mar
  “The foolish fates.”

This was lofty!—Now name the rest of the players. —This is Ercles' vein^{1 note}, a tyrant's vein; a lover is more condoling.

Quin.

Francis Flute, the bellows-mender^{2 note}.

Flu.

Here, Peter Quince.

Quin.

You must take Thisby on you.

Flu.

What is Thisby? a wandering knight?

Quin.

It is the lady that Pyramus must love.

Flu.

Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

Quin.

That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will^{3 note}

Bot.

An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice;—Thisne, Thisne,—Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby dear! and lady dear!

Quin.

No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, Flute, you Thisby.

Bot.

Well, proceed.

Quin.

Robin Starveling, the tailor.

Star.

Here, Peter Quince.

Quin.

Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother^{4 note}

Snout.

Here, Peter Quince.

Quin.

You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's father;—Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part:— and, I hope, here* ^note is a play fitted.

Snug.

Have you the lion's part written; pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study^{5 note}

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 again.

Quin.

An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess 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 that 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 * ^note an 'twere any nightingale^{5 note}.

Quin.

You can play no part but Pyramus: for Pyramus is a sweet-faced 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 best to play it in?

Quin.

Why, what you will.

Bot.

I will discharge it in either your straw-coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.^{7 note}

Quin.

Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced.^{8 note}—But,

masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties^{9 note}

Bot.

We will meet; and there we may rehearse more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.

Quin.

At the duke's oak we meet.

Bot.

Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings.^{1 note}

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