PEOPLE: (CHANTING) Theseus! Theseus! Theseus!
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
Now, fair Hippolyta...
(METALLIC CREAKING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BEEPING)
Our nuptial hour draws on apace,
four happy days bring in another moon,
but, O, methinks, how slow this old moon wanes.
(EXHALES)
"Four days will quickly steep themselves in night.
"Four nights will quickly dream away the time.
"And then the moon, like to a silver bow new-bent in heaven,
"shall behold the night of our solemnities."
Hippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword, and won thy love, doing thee injuries.
(RATTLING)
(GUNS COCKING)
But I will wed thee in another key,
with pomp, with triumph and with revelling.
(GUNS UNCOCKING)
(BEEPING)
(DOOR OPENS)
Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke.
Thanks, good Egeus. What's the news with thee?
Full of vexation, come I,
with complaint against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Stand forth, Demetrius.
My noble lord, this man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander.
And my gracious duke,
this man hath bewitched the bosom of my child.
He hath by moonlight at her window sung,
with feigning voice verses of feigning love.
♪ Tomorrow is St Valentine's Day
♪ All in the morning betime
♪ And I a maid at your window
♪ To be your valentine ♪
With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart,
turned her obedience, which is due to me,
to stubborn harshness.
So, my gracious duke,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
as she is mine, I may dispose of her,
which shall be either to this gentleman
or to her death.
THESEUS: What say you, Hermia?
Be advised, fair maid, to you your father should be as a God.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
So is Lysander.
(CLEARS THROAT)
I do entreat your grace to pardon me.
I know not by what power I am made bold,
but I beseech your grace that I may know
the worst that may befall me in this case,
if I refuse to wed Demetrius.
To die the death.
DEMETRIUS: Relent, sweet Hermia,
and, Lysander, yield thy crazed title to my certain right.
You have her father's love, Demetrius, let me have Hermia's.
Do you marry him? (CHUCKLES)
THESEUS: For you, fair Hermia,
look you arm yourself to fit your fancies to your father's will,
or else, the law of Athens yields you up...
to death.
(THUNDER CRASHING)
LYSANDER: I may, for aught that I could ever read,
the course of true love never did run smooth.
(HERMIA GASPS)
Hear me, Hermia.
(BEEPS)
I have a widow aunt, a dowager of great revenue, and she hath no child.
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues,
and she respects me as her only son.
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee,
and to that place, the sharp Athenian law cannot pursue us.
If thou lovest me,
then steal forth thy father's house later tonight,
and in the wood, two leagues without the town,
there will I stay for thee.
My good Lysander, come midnight, truly will I meet with thee.
Keep promise, love.
Oh, look, here comes Helena.
Godspeed, fair Helena.
Whither away?
Call you me "fair"?
Fair again unsay.
Demetrius loves your fair. O happy fair!
Sickness is catching.
O, were favour so, yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go.
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
my tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
O, teach me how you look,
and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
I frown upon him, yet, he loves me still.
O, that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill.
The more I hate, the more he follows me.
The more I love, the more he hateth me.
His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
None, but your beauty, would that fault were mine.
Take comfort, he no more shall see my face,
Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Helen, to you, our minds we will reveal.
Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.
HERMIA: And thence from Athens turn away our eyes,
to seek new friends and stranger companies.
(SIGHS)
Farewell, sweet playfellow.
Pray thou for us,
and good luck grant thee thy Demetrius.
Keep word, Lysander,
we must starve our sight from lovers' food till later deep midnight.
I will, my Hermia.
Helena, adieu.
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you.
(MOCKINGLY) "As you on him, Demetrius dote on you."
(SCOFFS)
Through Athens, I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that?
Demetrius thinks not so.
Oh...
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
and therefore, is winged Cupid painted blind.
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,
and he hail'd down oaths that he was only mine.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight.
And into the wood, will he this very night pursue her.
And for this intelligence if I have thanks,
it is a dear expense.
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
to have his sight thither and back again.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(INDISTINCT)
ALL: Bottom!
- Good evening. - MAN: Good evening, Bottom.
Good evening, William.
Bottom.
Good even and twenty, good Master Page.
- (LAUGHING) MAN: How are you, Bottom?
Mistress, what cheer.
(LAUGHTER)
Oh.
(IAGO, ON TELEVISION) And fix most firm thy resolution.
Help from Athens calls.
- Trust me now. - (CROWD BOOING)
Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome.
All right, all right.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)
- (PEOPLE CHEERING) - MAN: Well done.
Is all our company here?
You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
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.
Ooh.
Our play is the most lamentable comedy,
and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe.
- Now, answer as I call you. - I don't know that one.
Nick Bottom, the weaver.
Ready.
You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.
Ah! What is Pyramus, a lover, or a tyrant?
A lover, that kills himself, most gallant for love.
Oh, that will ask some tears in the true performing of it.
If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes.
Yeah, I shall move storms. I will condole in some measure.
(STAMMERING)
Oh. (CHUCKLES) To the rest.
Francis Flute...
Yet my chief humour is for a tyrant.
Oh, I could play Ercles rarely,
or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split.
The raging rocks and shivering shocks shall break the locks of prison gates,
(LAUGHTER)
and Phibbus' car shall shine from far and make and mar the foolish fates.
(LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE)
Yeah, this was lofty.
Now, name the rest of the players.
Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
Here, Mistress Quince.
Flute, you must take Thisbe on you.
What is Thisbe, a wandering knight? (CHUCKLES)
It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
(LAUGHTER)
To thine own self be true.
Oh, you're a good man.
Oh, oh, oh, and I may hide my face, let me play Thisbe too.
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.
(IN A HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear.
- My Thisbe dear. - (LAUGHS) I'm a lady, dear.
No, you must play Pyramus,
and, Flute, you Thisbe.
Eh, well, proceed.
Robin Starveling, the tailor.
Tom Snout, the tinker.
BOTH: Here, Mistress Quince.
Robin Starveling, you must play Thisbe's mother.
Oh.
Tom Snout, Pyramus' father,
myself, Pyramus' mother, and...
Er...
Snug, you join us.
You, the lion's part.
And here, I hope, is a play fitted.
(MEN EXCLAIMING)
Have you the lion's part written?
Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
Oh, you may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.
Oh, 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."
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
MISTRESS QUINCE: And you should do it too terribly,
you would fright the duchess and the ladies,
that they would shriek.
And that were enough to slay us all.
- That would slay us. - Yeah, every mother's son.
No, no!
I will aggravate my voice
so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove.
- (SIGHS) - Yeah, yeah.
I will roar you and 'twere any nightingale.
Listen to this. Listen to this.
(PLAYFULLY) Roar.
(MEN LAUGHING)
See? Told you.
You must play no part but Pyramus.
Yeah, well, I will undertake it.
Ooh. What beard were I best to play it in?
Oh, why, what you will.
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.
Some of your French crowns have no hair at all,
and then you will play it barefaced.
(LAUGHING)
- No. - "Barefaced?"
(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
Masters, here are your parts.
Now, I entreat you, request you,
desire you to con them.
And meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonlight.
There, will we rehearse. For if we meet in the city,
we will be dogged with company, and our devices known.
I pray you, fail me not.
At the duke's oak we meet.
We will. And there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously.
- (LAUGHS) - Take pains,
be perfect. (CHUCKLES)
- A dieu. - ALL: A dieu.
Oh!
BOTTOM: A dieu.
- A dieu. - A dieu.
A dieu.
- (SHIVERING) - MAN: Shut the door.
(WIND HOWLING)
(THUNDER CRASHING)
(PANTING)
(DISTANT VOICES)
(SCREAMING)
- (LIGHTNING CRACKLING) - (SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(SNARLING)
(GASPS)
(SHRIEKS)
(GROWLING AND SNARLING)
Never harm, nor spell nor charm, come our lovely lady nigh.
(SNARLING)
(YELLING)
Never harm, nor spell nor charm, come our lovely lady nigh.
(ALLSHRIEKING)
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
(CHUCKLING)
My jealous Oberon.
Fairies, skip hence.
I have forsworn his bed and company.
Tarry, rash wanton.
Am not I thy lord?
Oh, then I must be thy lady.
(LAUGHTER)
(SNARLING)
But I know, when thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
and in the shape of Corin sat all day,
playing on pipes of corn and versing love to amorous Phillida.
How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,
glance at my credit with fair Phillida,
knowing I know thy love to Hippolyta?
These are the forgeries of jealousy.
The bouncing Amazon,
your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love
to Theseus must be wedded.
(GRUNTING)
(SHRIEKING)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
And now with thy brawls, thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
as in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea contagious fogs,
which falling on the land hath every pelting river made so proud
that they have overborne their continents.
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
pale in her anger, washes all the air, that rheumatic diseases do abound.
And thorough this distemperature, we see the seasons alter,
the spring, the summer, the childing autumn, angry winter,
change their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
by their increase, now knows not which is which.
And this same progeny of evils
comes from our debate, from our dissension.
We are their parents and original.
The king doth keep his revels here tonight.
Take heed and you might join him in this sight.
Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite call'd Robin Goodfellow.
Are not you he?
Thou speak'st aright.
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile.
Your Oberon is passing fell and wrath.
Do you amend it, then? It lies in you.
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
How long within this wood intend you stay?
Perchance till after Theseus' wedding day.
Give me your hand, and I will go with thee.
(SCOFFS)
Not for all thy fairy kingdom.
(LAUGHING)
(SNARLING)
- Fairies, away! - (FAIRIES SHRIEKING)
We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.
Well, go thy way,
thou shalt not from this grove till I torment thee for this injury.
(GROWLS)
My gentle Puck, come hither.
Thou rememberest since once I sat upon a promontory,
and heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
that the rude sea grew civil at her song.
I remember.
That very time I saw, but thou couldst not,
flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd.
A certain aim he took,
and mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
before milk-white, now purple with love's wound.
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid,
will make or man or woman
madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees.
(LAUGHING)
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, and drop the liquor of it in her eyes.
The next thing then she waking looks upon,
be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, on meddling monkey, or on busy ape,
she shall pursue it with the soul of love.
(CHUCKLING)
Fetch me this herb,
and be thou here again ere the leviathan can swim a league.
I'll put a girdle round about the earth.
In forty minutes.
Who comes here?
DEMETRIUS: I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant,
yet you draw not iron, for my heart is true as steel.
Leave you your power to draw, and I shall have no power to follow you.
Do I entice you?
Do I speak you fair?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth tell you,
I do not, nor I cannot love you?
Oh, even for that do I love you the more.
But I am sick when I do look on thee.
And I am sick when I look not on you.
I will not stay thy questions. Let me go.
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe,
but I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, you do me mischief.
(SIGHS)
Fie, Demetrius.
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell.
Ooh.
Oh, sorry.
The dove pursues the griffin,
the mild hind makes speed...
OBERON: Fare thee well, nymph.
(PANTING)
I pray thee, give it me.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
with sweet musk roses and with eglantine,
there sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight.
And there, the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.
(SNARLING)
(CHOKING)
(FAIRIES SCREAM)
(MOANS SOFTLY)
What thou seest when thou dost wake,
do it for thy true love take.
(TWIG CRACKS)
Take thou some of it, and seek thou through this grove,
a sweet Athenian lady is in love with a disdainful youth.
Anoint his eyes,
but do it when the next thing he espies may be the lady.
Thou shalt know the man by the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care,
that he may prove more fond on her than she upon her love.
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.
Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so.
When thou wakest, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near.
LYSANDER: Fair love, I faint with wandering in the wood,
and to speak truth, I have forgot our way.
Oh.
Be it so, Lysander.
Find you out a bed,
for I upon this bank will rest my head.
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both,
one heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.
Two bosoms interchained with an oath.
So then, two bosoms and a single troth.
Lysander riddles very prettily.
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I,
and then end life when I end loyalty.
(PUCK GIGGLING)
Night and silence, who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear.
LYSANDER: Here is my bed.
Sleep give thee all his rest.
With half that wish, the wisher's eyes be press'd.
(EXHALING)
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw all the power this charm doth owe.
Mmm.
Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
O, wilt thou darkling leave me?
Do not so.
Stay, on thy peril.
I alone will go.
(HELENA SIGHS)
I am out of breath in this fond chase.
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies,
for she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright?
Not with salt tears,
if so, mine are oftener wash'd than hers.
(SOBBING) No, no, I am as ugly as a bear,
for beasts that meet me run away for fear.
But who is here?
It's Lysander,
on the ground.
Dead or asleep?
I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
And run through fire, I will, for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena!
Nature shows art, that through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius?
O, how fit a word is that vile name to perish on my sword.
Do not say so, Lysander, say not so.
What though he love your Hermia?
Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you, then be content.
Content with Hermia? No.
I do repent the tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia, but Helena I love.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is't not enough... Is't not enough, young man,
that I did never, no, nor never can,
deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
but you must flout my insufficiency?
But fare you well.
Perforce I must confess, I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
Things growing are not ripe until their season,
so I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.
HELENA: (SIGHS) That a lady, of one man refused,
should of another therefore be abused.
LYSANDER: And touching now the point of human skill,
reason becomes the marshal to my will...
(PUCK GIGGLING)
Help me, Lysander, help me!
Ay me, for pity.
What a dream was here.
Lysander, look...
Lysander!
What, removed?
Lysander!
Lord!
(LYSANDER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY IN DISTANCE)
Lysander?
Lysander!
MISTRESS QUINCE: It is a marvellous, convenient place for our rehearsal.
Mmm.
(CHUCKLES)
PUCK: What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here,
so near to the cradle of the fairy queen?
BOTTOM: Er, Mistress Quince, there are things in this comedy
of Pyramus and Thisbe that will never please.
First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself,
which you ladies cannot abide.
How answer you that?
By'r lakin, a parlous fear.
I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
Not a whit. I have a device to make all well.
Write me a prologue,
- (SIGHS) - and let the prologue seem to say,
we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed.
And, for the more better assurance,
tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver.
This will put them out of fear.
(LAUGHING) Will not you ladies be afeard of the lion?
I fear it, I promise you.
BOTTOM: Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves,
to bring in, God shield us, a lion among ladies,
is a most dreadful thing,
for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion living,
and we ought to look to 't.
Therefore, another prologue must tell that he is not a lion.
Nay, you must name his name,
and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck.
And he himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect,
"Ladies," or "Fair-ladies, I would wish you,"
or "I would request you..."
No, no. "I would entreat you."
Yes, entreat. Entreat, entreat.
"I would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble
"my life for yours.
"If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life.
"No, I am no such thing.
"I am a man as other men are,"
and there indeed let him name his name,
and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
- (APPLAUSE) - (WHISTLING)
If that may be, then all is well.
Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.
Pyramus, you begin.
Now, when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake.
And so, everyone, according to his cue.
Speak, Pyramus.
Thisbe, stand forth.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. - MISTRESS QUINCE: Indeed.
No, just a little bit... A little bit.
- Oh, no, no. - (MAN LAUGHING)
A little bit... There.
Thisbe, the flowers of odious savours...
"Odours, odours."
- Odours? - Odours.
Odours, odours, odours.
Oh, odours.
Odours.
Oh, yeah. Odours. (LAUGHS) Odours.
Who knew? (CHUCKLES)
(CLEARS THROAT)
The flowers of "odious" savours sweet,
so hath thy breath, my dearest Thisbe dear.
But hark, a voice.
Stay thou but here awhile, and by and by I will to thee appear.
And then I go... Right.
(CHUCKLING)
Ah, a stranger Pyramus than e'er played here.
FLUTE: Must I speak now? MISTRESS QUINCE: Ay, marry, must you,
for you must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard,
and is to come again.
FLUTE: "Of colour, like the red rose on triumphant brier,
"most brisky Juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,
"as true as truest horse that yet would never tire,
"I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."
- "Ninus' tomb," man. - Ninus' tomb.
Why, you must not speak that yet,
that you answer to Pyramus.
Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams,
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright.
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering... Gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisbe sight.
- But stay, O spite. - (PUCK GIGGLING)
But mark, poor knight, what dreadful dole is here.
Eyes, do you see? How can it be?
O dainty duck. Oh, dear.
(WHIMPERING)
Pyramus, enter.
Your cue is past,
it is, "never tire".
(FLUTE CLEARS THROAT)
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.
MISTRESS QUINCE: He said, "never tire".
(SIGHS)
"As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire."
(RUSTLING)
If I were fair, fair Thisbe, I were only thine.
Oh, monstrous!
O strange.
FLUTE: We are haunted.
Bless thee, Bottom. Thou art translated.
O Bottom, thou art changed.
What do I see on thee?
What do you see?
You see an asshead of your own, do you? (CHUCKLES)
(GROWLS MOCKINGLY)
(ALLSCREAMING)
(LAUGHING)
(ALLCLAMOURING)
Why do you run away?
Oh. Oh. (CHUCKLES)
This is a knavery of you to make me afeard. (LAUGHING)
I see your knavery,
this is to make an ass of me, to fright me, if you could.
Yeah, well...
(MUMBLES)
I will walk up and down here, and I will sing,
that they shall hear I am not afraid.
♪ The ousel cock so black of hue
♪ With orange-tawny bill
♪ The throstle with his note so true
♪ The wren with little quill
♪ The finch, the sparrow and the lark
♪ The plain-song cuckoo grey
♪ Whose note full many a man doth mark
♪ And dares not answer nay ♪ (NEIGHS)
Ooh.
Oh, what angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Good evening.
I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.
BOTTOM: Oh.
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
so is my eye enthralled to thy shape,
and thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
on the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
Oh. (CHUCKLES)
Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that.
And yet, to say the truth,
reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
(LAUGHING)
Thou art as wise
- as thou art beautiful. - Oh! (CHUCKLES)
Not so, neither.
But if I had wit enough to get out of this wood,
I have enough to serve mine own turn.
- Out of this wood do not desire to go. - Oh.
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate,
the summer still doth tend upon my state.
- Oh! And I do love thee. - (WHIMPERS)
Oh, therefore, (CHUCKLING) go with me.
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee.
- Oh! - Pease blossom!
Cobweb!
Moth!
Mustard seed!
- Ready. - And I.
- And I.
ALL: Where shall we go?
- Be kind and courteous... - BOTTOM: Oh.
- To this gentleman. - (FAIRIES GASP)
Oh, yes, your name, I beseech you, sir.
(SCREAMS)
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes.
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
with purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries.
The honey bags steal from the humble bees.
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs,
and light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes.
To have my love to bed and to arise.
BOTTOM: Oh! (CHUCKLES)
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Hail, mortal.
- I beseech your worship's name. - Cobweb.
Oh, I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb.
If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Your name, honest gentleman?
- Pease blossom. - Oh.
I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother,
and to Master Peascod, your father.
- I beseech your name, sir? - Mustard seed.
Oh! Good Master Mustard seed, I know your patience well.
That same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef
hath devoured many a gentleman of your house,
I promise you. (CHUCKLES)
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.
Ooh! (CHUCKLES) Oh!
No, no. Oh!
(PUCK CHUCKLING)
My mistress with a monster is in love.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Come, come, come.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
while she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
a crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
that work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
were met together to rehearse a play,
intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
who Pyramus presented in their sport,
forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake,
when I did him at this advantage take.
(CHUCKLING) An ass's nole I fixed on his head.
Anon his Thisbe must be answered, and forth my mimic comes.
When they him spy...
- (SCREAMING) - (LAUGHING)
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly.
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.
(LAUGHING)
This falls out better than I could devise.
(LAUGHING)
(THUNDER CRASHING)
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
it cannot be but thou hast murder'd him.
So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.
So should the murder'd look, and so should I,
pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty.
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
as yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
What's this to my Lysander?
Where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
You spend your passion on a misprized mood.
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood, nor is he dead,
for aught that I can tell.
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
And if I could, what should I get therefore?
A privilege never to see me more.
Now, I will follow you in this fierce vein,
and, therefore, at your side I will remain. (GASPS)
(YAWNING) But sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow.
OBERON: Stay close.
This is the same Athenian.
Um, that was the woman,
but not this the man?
What hast thou done?
Thou hast mistaken quite,
and laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight.
(GROANING)
About the wood go swifter than the wind,
and Helena of Athens look thou find.
By some illusion, see thou bring her here,
I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.
PUCK: I go, I go. Look how I go,
swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
Flower of this purple dye, hit with Cupid's archery,
sink in apple of his eye.
Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand,
and the youth, mistook by me, pleading for a lover's fee.
(CHUCKLES)
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be. (LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS)
LYSANDER: Scorn and derision never come in tears.
HELENA: When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.
LYSANDER: Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Look, when I vow, I weep,
my vows new born.
HELENA: You do advance your cunning more and more.
These vows are Hermia's, will you give her o'er?
I had no judgement when to her I swore.
Nor none, in my mind, now you give me more.
LYSANDER: Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Lysander...
Godlike, nymph,
perfect, divine.
"Nymph?"
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
You are unkind, Demetrius, be not so,
for you love Hermia, this you know I know.
Crystal is muddy.
O, how ripe in show thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow.
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
when thou hold'st up thy hand.
O, let me kiss.
- (GASPS) - LYSANDER: "Kiss?"
This prince is of pure white,
- now seal my bliss. - Oh, oh!
O spite. O hell.
I see you are all bent to set against me for your merriment.
If you were men,
as men you are in show, you would not use a gentle lady so.
- (LAUGHING) - DEMETRIUS: O, Lysander,
Lysander, lose thy Hermia. I will none.
If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,
(SIGHS)
and now to Lysander
- is it home return'd. - Ow.
- (PUCK GIGGLING) - Oh.
(GASPS, GROANS)
(SIGHS)
PUCK: Wee!
O, Helen!
Goddess, nymph, perfect, divine.
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
You both are rivals, and love Hermia, and now both rivals, to mock Helena.
Thou art, not by mine eye, Lysander found.
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? (LAUGHS)
What love could press Lysander from my side?
Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
fair Helena, who more engilds the night
than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.
You speak not as you think, it cannot be.
Lo, she is one of this confederacy.
Now, I perceive, they have conjoin'd all three
to fashion this false sport, in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia.
Most ungrateful maid.
Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
to bait me with this foul derision?
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
to join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly.
I understand not what you mean by this.
Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, make mouths upon me when I turn my back.
But fare ye well.
'Tis partly my own fault,
which death or absence soon shall remedy.
Stay, gentle Helena, hear my excuse.
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
- O excellent! - Ow!
I say I love thee more than he can do.
If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it, too.
Quick, come!
Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Hang off, thou cat, thou burr!
Vile thing, let loose, or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.
Why are you grown so rude? What change is this?
- Sweet love... - Thy love! (SCOFFS)
Out, tawny Tartar, out!
- Out, loathed medicine! - (GASPS)
O, hated potion, hence!
Do you not jest? Am not I Hermia?
Are not you Lysander?
Be certain, nothing truer,
'tis no jest that I do hate thee and love Helena.
O, me!
You juggler!
You canker-blossom! You thief of love!
Fine, in faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, no touch of bashfulness?
What, will you tear impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie!
You counterfeit, you puppet, you!
(GASPS)
"Puppet"?
Why so?
Ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare with our statures,
she hath urged her height.
So are you grown this high in his esteem
because I am so dwarfish and so low?
No, I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, let her not hurt me.
I was never curst.
I have no gift at all in shrewishness.
I am a right maid for my cowardice.
How low am I, thou painted maypole?
- (HELENA GASPS) - Speak. How low am I?
I am not yet so low but that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
- PUCK: Wee! (GIGGLING) - (HERMIA GROWLING)
O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd.
She was a vixen when she went to school.
And though she be but little, she is fierce.
HERMIA: "Little" again! Nothing but "low" and "little"!
LYSANDER: Get you gone, you dwarf!
(PUCK GIGGLING)
You bead, you acorn.
(HERMIA GROWLING)
DEMETRIUS: Should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
HELENA: No! Demetrius! No!
(HERMIA SCREAMING)
HELENA: Good Hermia!
Do not be so bitter with her!
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you.
(SCREAMING)
Save that...
(GRUNTING)
in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He follow'd you, for love, I follow'd him.
But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me
to strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me, too.
(SCREAMING)
(STRAINED GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(SIGHS)
(INHALER HISSES)
To Athens will I bear my folly back, and follow you no further.
You see how simple and how fond I am.
Why, get you gone. Who is't that hinders you?
A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.
What, with Lysander?
With Demetrius!
Be not afraid. He shall not claim me, Helena.
No, sir, you shall not, though you take her part.
You are too officious in her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone.
Speak not of Helena, take not her part,
for, if thou dost intend never so little show of love to her, thou shalt Aby it.
Well, now she holds me not. Follow, if thou darest,
- to try whose right, of thine or mine - (GASPS)
is most in Helena.
"Follow"?
Nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.
You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you.
Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,
my legs are longer, though, to run away.
(GASPS) I am amazed, and know not what to say.
(PUCK GIGGLING)
(HERMIA PANTING)
(PANTING)
(PUCK GIGGLING)
(LAUGHING)
O, those things do best please me
that befall preposterously.
(PUCK CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
But so far, am I glad it so did sort, as this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight.
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night,
till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep,
with leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye,
whose liquor hath this virtuous property
to take from thence all error with his might,
and make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake,
all this derision shall seem a dream and fruitless vision.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen and find her sleeping boy,
and then I will her charmed eye release from monster's view.
And all things shall be peace.
DEMETRIUS: Thou runaway!
Thou coward, art thou fled? Speak!
In some bush?
Where dost thou hide thy head?
- (YAWNS) - (PUCK GIGGLING)
Faintness constraineth me.
PUCK: Constraineth me.
(PUCK GIGGLING)
(PANTING)
Fallen am I in dark uneven way.
(PUCK GIGGLES)
O weary night, O long and tedious night...
- Sleep, that sometimes shuts up... PUCK: Shuts up.
(PUCK GIGGLING)
Never so weary, never so in woe...
(PUCK GIGGLING)
Cupid is a knavish lad,
thus to make poor females mad.
I have one, come three more,
two of both kinds make up four.
When thou wakest,
thou takest true delight in the sight of thy former lady's eye.
Jack shall have Jill,
nought shall go ill.
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
(TITANIA AND BOTTOM LAUGHING)
TITANIA: I will purge thy mortal grossness so.
(TITANIA AND BOTTOM MOANING)
(GASPS)
(GIGGLING)
- (BOTTOM SIGHS DEEPLY) - (TITANIA CHUCKLING)
Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,
- while I thy amiable cheeks do coy. - Ooh.
(BOTH GIGGLING)
And stick musk roses in thy sleek, smooth head,
and kiss thy fair, large (GASPS) ears.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(BOTTOM MOANS)
TITANIA: My gentle joy.
Ugh.
(BOTTOM SIGHS)
(GIGGLING)
BOTTOM: Where's Pease blossom?
Ready.
Scratch my head, Pease blossom.
(BOTTOM MOANING)
Ooh. (GIGGLING)
Where's Monsieur Cobweb?
COBWEB: Ready.
Good Monsieur, bring me honey-bags in here.
(TITANIA GIGGLING)
Where's Monsieur Mustard seed?
(SIGHS)
What's your will?
Oh, nothing, good Monsieur, but to help Pease blossom to scratch.
I must to the barber's, Monsieur,
for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.
- Now say, sweet love... - Mmm?
What thou desirest to eat.
Hmm. Truly, a peck of provender.
I could munch your good dry oats.
Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay.
(EXCLAIMS) Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. (GIGGLING)
I have a venturous fairy that shall seek the squirrel's hoard,
- and fetch thee new nuts. - (BOTH LAUGHING)
(GIGGLING)
No, I'd rather have a handful or two of dried peas.
Ooh. Ooh.
But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me.
I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
(YAWNS)
Sleep thou,
and I will wind thee in my arms.
Fairies, be gone,
and be all ways away.
So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle gently entwist,
the female ivy so enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee.
How I dote on thee.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh.
(BOTTOM FARTS)
(SIGHS) Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
Be as thou wast wont to be,
see as thou wast wont to see.
Now, my Titania,
wake you, my sweet queen.
(TITANIA GROANS)
Oh.
- (LAUGHS) - TITANIA: Ugh!
My Oberon. (GROANS)
What visions have I seen. (LAUGHS)
Oh! Me thought I was enamour'd of an ass.
(CHUCKLES) There lies your love.
(SNORING)
How came these things to pass?
(LAUGHING)
O, how my eyes do loathe your visage now!
But thou and I are new in amity,
and will tomorrow midnight solemnly dance
in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
and bring to that lord his true destiny.
PUCK: Fairy king, attend and mark,
I do hear the morning lark.
Then, my queen, in silence sad, trip we after the night's shade.
We the globe can compass soon, swifter than the wandering moon.
But we are spirits of another sort,
and I with the morning's love have oft made sport.
And, like a forester, the groves may tread
even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
(GUNS COCKING)
(GASPS)
But, soft.
What nymphs are these?
Pardon, my lord.
No doubt you rose up early to observe the rite of May,
and hearing our intent, came here in grace of our solemnity.
But speak, Egeus,
is not this the day that Hermia should give answer of her choice?
It is, My Lord.
I pray you all, stand up.
I know you two are rival enemies,
how comes this gentle concord in the world?
My Lord, I shall reply amazedly,
half sleep, half waking,
- but as yet, I swear... - EGEUS: Enough, enough!
My lord, you have enough.
I beg the law, the law, upon his head.
They would have stolen away...
- But... - They would, Demetrius,
thereby to have defeated you and me.
DEMETRIUS: My good lord, I wot not by what power,
but by some power it is, my love to Hermia melted as the snow.
Seems to me now as the remembrance of an idle gaud,
which in my childhood I did dote upon.
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
the object and the pleasure of mine eyes is only Helena.
(CHUCKLES)
Egeus, I will overbear your will.
For in the temple, by and by with us, these couples shall eternally be knit.
And, for the morning, now is something worn,
our purposed hunting shall be set aside.
Away with us to Athens.
Three and three, we'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Uncouple in the western valley, let them go.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
These things seem small and undistinguishable,
like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream...
(HELENA SIGHS)
(GROANS)
Heigh-ho.
Mistress Quince.
Flute?
(SIGHS)
God's my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep.
I have had a most rare vision.
I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.
Me thought I was... Oh, there is no man can tell what.
No, me thought I was...
Me thought I had...
Oh! Man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what my dream was.
(BREATHING HEAVILY) We... And I... And she...
Oh!
I will get Mistress Quince to write a ballad of this dream.
Yes, yes, it shall be called Bottom's Dream,
for it hath no bottom. (LAUGHS)
And I will sing it in the latter end of the play, before the duke.
The play! The duke! (EXCLAIMING)
CROWD: (CHANTING) Theseus! Theseus! Theseus!
(CHANTING CONTINUES)
- Where are these lads? - (PEALING BELLS)
(GASPS) Bottom!
Oh! Where are these hearts?
O most courageous day!
(GASPS)
We are transported.
(LAUGHTER)
(CROWD APPLAUDING, CHEERING)
O most happy hour!
(LAUGHTER)
The rude mechanicals!
(CHEERING)
Ow! Oh.
Get your apparel, good strings, new ribbons.
The duke hath dined. The duke hath dined.
(ALLCHEERING)
(CLASSICALMUSIC PLAYING)
Here come the lovers, full of joy...
and mirth.
(CHUCKLES)
(APPLAUDING RECEDES)
(HISSES)
(APPLAUDING CONTINUES)
Methinks I see these things with parted eye,
when everything seems double.
So methinks now I have found Demetrius,
like a jewel, mine own, but not mine own.
Are you sure that we are...
Mmm. Mmm.
'Tis strange, O Theseus, that these lovers speak of.
More strange than true.
I never may believe these antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies,
that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends.
So in the night, imagining some fear, how easy is a bush supposed a bear.
But all the story of the night told over.
(GUNS COCKING)
What revels are in hand?
Is there no play to ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
There's a brief how many sports are ripe.
THESEUS: What masques,
what dances shall we have?
(SIGHS, CHUCKLES)
"A tedious, brief scene of young Pyramus and his love Thisbe,
"very tragical mirth." (SCOFFS)
- "Merry and tragical?" (LAUGHS) - (CROWD LAUGHING)
"Tedious and brief." (SCOFFS)
PHILOSTRATE: No, no, no, my noble lord. It's...
It's not for you.
We will hear it.
(BEEPS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Ah! Hard-handed folk that work in Athens here,
which never labour'd in their minds till now.
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
(SCOFFS)
If we offend, it is with our good will.
That you should think, we come not to offend, but with good will.
To show our simple skill, that is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then we come but in despite.
We do not come as minding to content you, our true intent is.
All for your delight we are not here.
That you should here repent you, (CHUCKLES)
the actors are at hand and by their show
you shall know all that you are like to know.
- (CROWD APPLAUDING) - (SIGHS)
She hath rid her prologue like a rough colt,
she knows not the stop.
- (CROWD CHUCKLES) - (SIGHS)
Her speech was like a tangled chain,
nothing impaired, but all disordered.
Who is next?
- (WHEELS SQUEAKING) - (SNOUT GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
(SNOUT SIGHS)
(SCOFFS)
In this same interlude, it doth befall that I,
one Snout by name, present a wall.
And such a wall, as I would have you think,
that had in it a crannied hole or chink,
through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisbe, did whisper
often very secretly.
This loam, this rough-cast
and this stone doth show that I am that same wall.
The truth is so.
(WHISPERS) Very good.
O grim-look'd night!
O night with hue so black!
O night, which ever art when day is not.
O night, O night!
Alack, alack, alack,
I fear my Thisbe's promise is forgot.
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
which stand'st between her father's ground and mine.
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!
(SNOUT GRUNTS)
- (SCOFFS) - BOTTOM: Thanks, courteous wall.
Jove shield thee well for this.
What see I?
No Thisbe do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss!
Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!
The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
No, in truth, sir, he should not.
(AUDIENCE MURMURING)
Hmm?
BOTTOM: "Deceiving me" is Thisbe's cue, she is to enter now,
- and I am to spy her through the wall. - MISTRESS QUINCE: (WHISPERS) Bottom.
You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you.
MISTRESS QUINCE: No, no, Bottom... BOTTOM: Yonder she comes.
MISTRESS QUINCE: Bottom. Bottom.
BOTTOM: Yonder she comes!
FLUTE: O where is Pyramus, most lily-white of hue?
Full often hast thou heard my moans, for parting my fair Pyramus and me.
My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones,
thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
I see a voice.
Now will I to the chink, to spy, and I can hear my Thisbe's face.
- Thisbe! - (FLUTE GASPS)
My love! Thou art my love, I think.
O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!
- All right. Can you... - BOTTOM: No, I can't really do it.
- (SCOFFS) - (CROWD CHUCKLES)
I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.
- Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb... - MISTRESS QUINCE: Ninas' tomb.
Ninas' tomb meet me straightaway?
'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay. (CHUCKLES)
"Ninas' tomb," I know.
- I always forget, I know. - (CROWD LAUGHING)
Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so.
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.
(SNOUT GRUNTING)
(GROANING LOUDLY) Oh! Oh, me finger.
(SIGHS)
This is the silliest stuff that I have ever heard.
(SCOFFS)
I wonder if the lion be to speak.
One lion may, when many asses do.
(THESEUS LAUGHING)
SNUG: You ladies, you, whose gentle hearts
do fear the smallest monstrous mouse
that creeps on floor,
may now perchance both quake and tremble here,
when lion rough in wildest rage doth (SHOUTS) roar.
Then know that I, as Snug, the joiner am.
It's me. I'm Snug.
MISTRESS QUINCE: Get on with it.
SNUG: A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam.
For, if I should as lion come in strife
into this place, 'twere pity on my life.
This lanthorn doth the horned moon present...
He should have worn the horns on his head.
This lanthorn doth the horned moon present...
He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference.
This lanthorn doth the horned moon present,
myself the man in the moon do seem to be.
Oh! This is the greatest error of all the rest.
The man should be in the lanthorn. How is it else "The man in the moon?"
All I have to say is, to tell you this lanthorn is the moon,
I am the man in the moon,
this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush,
- and this dog, my dog. - (SQUEAKING)
(CROWD MURMURING)
FLUTE: This is old Ninny's tomb. MISTRESS QUINCE: (WHISPERS) Ninas'! Ugh!
But where is my love?
Oh!
- (SCREAMING) - (ROARS)
(SCOFFS)
Well roared, Lion. Well run, Thisbe.
Well shone, Moon. (SIGHS)
Well moused, Lion. (SCOFFS)
(SIGHS) Ah!
And then came Pyramus, and so the lion vanished. (LAUGHS)
Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams.
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright.
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisbe's sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight, what dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck!
O dear!
Thy mantle good. What, stain'd with blood?
- Approach, ye Furies fell! - (TOY SQUEAKS)
(LAUGHING)
BOTTOM: O Fates, come, come,
cut thread and thrum.
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!
(LAUGHING) Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
Come, tears, confound,
out, sword, and wound the pap of Pyramus.
Ay, that left pap, where heart doth hop.
Thus die I,
thus...
- (SQUIRTING) - (CROWD LAUGHING)
- Thus... - (LAUGHING)
Thus.
- (COUGHING) - Thus.
- (WINCES) - Now, am I dead,
now am I fled.
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light,
moon take thy flight.
- Take thy flight. - (CROWD LAUGHING)
Now, die.
Die.
- (LAUGHING) - Die.
(GROANING)
Die, die.
Die.
(CROWD LAUGHING, APPLAUDING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(APPLAUDING, CHEERING CONTINUES)
No die, but an ace for him.
Oh, here she comes, and her passion ends the play.
She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
(CHUCKLES)
Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise.
Speak, speak.
Quite dumb?
Dead, dead?
A tomb must cover thy sweet eyes.
These lily lips,
this cherry nose,
these yellow cowslip cheeks are gone, are gone.
(THUNDER CRASHING)
Lovers, make moan. His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three, come, come to me, with hands as pale as milk.
Lay them in gore, since you have shore with shears his thread of silk.
(INAUDIBLE)
(WHEEZING)
THISBE: Tongue, not a word.
Come, trusty sword.
Come, blade, my breast imbrue.
And, farewell, friends.
Thus, Thisbe ends.
A dieu,
adieu,
adieu.
(APPLAUSE)
(CROWD APPLAUDING, CHEERING)
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHTER)
Ooh.
Oh. But come. Bergomask.
Bergomask.
ALL: (CHANTING) Bergomask. Bergomask. Bergomask.
♪ It was a lover and his lass
♪ With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
♪ That over the green corn-field did pass
♪ In the springtime
♪ The only pretty ring time
♪ When birds do sing
♪ Ding-a-ding, ding, ding
♪ Sweet lovers love
♪ The spring
Let your epilogue alone.
♪ Sweet lovers love the spring
♪ Between the acres and the rye
♪ With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
♪ These pretty country folks would lie
♪ In the springtime
♪ The only pretty ring time
♪ When birds do sing
♪ Ding-a-ding, ding, ding
CROWD: Hey! Ho!
♪ Sweet lovers love
♪ The spring
♪ Sweet lovers love
♪ The spring ♪
Now, until the break of day,
through this house each fairy stray.
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
come my lovely lady nigh.
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
will we sing and bless this place.
CROWD: Hey, hey, hey!
♪ This carol they began that hour
♪ With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
♪ How that life was but a flower
♪ In the springtime
♪ The only pretty ring time
♪ When birds do sing
OBERON: Now, the people of it blessed...
♪ Ding-a-ding, ding, ding
Ever shall in safety rest.
CROWD: Hey!
♪ And therefore take the present time
♪ With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
♪ For love is crowned with the prime
♪ In the springtime
♪ The only pretty ring time
♪ When birds do sing
♪ Ding-a-ding, ding, ding
♪ Sweet lovers love
♪ The spring
♪ Sweet lovers love
♪ The spring ♪
(SIGHS)
If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended,
that you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding, but a dream.
Gentles, do not reprehend, if you pardon, we will mend.
Else the Puck a liar call,
so good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.
(ALLCHEERING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)