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.

Flu.

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.

Flu.

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.

Flu.

You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God bless us! a thing of nought^{6 note}

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^{7 note}

Flu.

O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost six-pence a-day during his life; he could not have 'scaped

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^{8 note}

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, right as it fell out.

Quin.

Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Bot.

Not a word of me. All that 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, our play is preferr'd. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; go, away.

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