Quin.

Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet?

Star.

He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported.

Flute.

If he come not, then the play is marr'd. It goes not forward, doth it?

Quin.

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 handy-craft man in Athens.

Quin.

Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice.

Flute.

You must say, paragon; (29) ^note
a paramour is (God bless us!) a thing of naught.

Snug.

Masters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more

married; if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men.

Flute.

O sweet bully Bottom! thus hath he lost six-pence a-day during his life; he could not have 'scap'd six-pence a-day; an the Duke had not given him six-pence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd: he would have deserv'd it. Six-pence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing.

Bot.

Where are these lads? where are these hearts?

Quin.

Bottom!—O most courageous day! O most happy hour!

Bot.

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 as it fell out.

Quin.

Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Bot.

Not a word of me; all I will tell you, is, that 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, (30) ^note

our play is preferred: in any case, let Thisby have clean linnen; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lions claws; and, most dear actors! eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; go, away.

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