unit title: what fools these mortals be: using humor to shape perception
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, and Philostrate, ⌜Lords, and
Attendants.⌝
HIPPOLYTA
'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of.
THESEUS
More strange than true. I never may believe
These antique fables nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
5 Such shaping fantasies, that auscultate
More cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more than devils than vast hell can hold:
x That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a forehead of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to
heaven,
15 And every bit imagination bodies along
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local abode and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination
xx That, if it would just apprehend some joy,
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It comprehends some bringer of that joy.
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a carry!
HIPPOLYTA
Simply all the story of the night told over,
25 And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images
And grows to something of great constancy,
Merely, howsoever, strange and beauteous.
Enter Lovers: Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena.
THESEUS
Here come the lovers full of joy and mirth.—
30 Joy, gentle friends! Joy and fresh days of dear
Accompany your hearts!
LYSANDER More than to united states of america
Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed!
THESEUS
Come at present, what masques, what dances shall we
35 accept
To clothing abroad this long historic period of three hours
Between ⌜our⌝ subsequently-supper and bedtime?
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand? Is there no play
40 To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
Call Philostrate.
PHILOSTRATE , ⌜coming forward⌝ Here, mighty Theseus.
THESEUS
Say what abridgment take you for this night,
What masque, what music? How shall nosotros beguile
45 The lazy time if not with some please?
PHILOSTRATE , ⌜giving Theseus a paper⌝
There is a brief how many sports are ripe.
Brand choice of which your Highness will see first.
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THESEUS
"The boxing with the Centaurs, to be sung
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp."
l Nosotros'll none of that. That have I told my love
In celebrity of my kinsman Hercules.
"The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Trigger-happy the Thracian vocalizer in their rage."
That is an one-time device, and information technology was played
55 When I from Thebes came terminal a conqueror.
"The thrice-iii Muses mourning for the death
Of learning, late deceased in beggary."
That is some satire, keen and critical,
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
60 "A boring brief scene of young Pyramus
And his dear Thisbe, very tragical mirth."
"Merry" and "tragical"? "Tedious" and "brief"?
That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow!
How shall we discover the agree of this discord?
PHILOSTRATE
65 A play there is, my lord, some x words long
(Which is every bit brief equally I have known a play),
But past ten words, my lord, information technology is too long,
Which makes it irksome; for in all the play,
There is not one word apt, i role player fitted.
seventy And tragical, my noble lord, it is.
For Pyramus therein doth impale himself,
Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water; but more than merry tears
The passion of loud laughter never shed.
THESEUS
75 What are they that do play it?
PHILOSTRATE
Difficult-handed men that work in Athens here,
Which never labored in their minds till now,
And now have toiled their unbreathed memories
With this aforementioned play, against your nuptial.
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THESEUS
lxxx And nosotros will hear it.
PHILOSTRATE No, my noble lord,
It is not for yous. I have heard it over,
And information technology is nothing, nothing in the world,
Unless you can detect sport in their intents,
85 Extremely stretched and conned with fell hurting
To do yous service.
THESEUS I volition hear that play,
For never anything can be amiss
When simpleness and duty tender it.
90 Go, bring them in—and accept your places, ladies.
⌜Philostrate exits.⌝
HIPPOLYTA
I honey not to see wretchedness o'ercharged,
And duty in his service perishing.
THESEUS
Why, gentle sweet, you lot shall see no such thing.
HIPPOLYTA
He says they can exercise nil in this kind.
THESEUS
95 The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
Our sport shall exist to take what they mistake;
And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect
Takes it in might, non merit.
Where I accept come, not bad clerks have purposèd
100 To greet me with premeditated welcomes,
Where I take seen them shiver and look pale,
Brand periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practiced accent in their fears,
And in conclusion dumbly accept bankrupt off,
105 Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome,
And in the modesty of fearful duty,
I read as much as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
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110 Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
In least speak most, to my capacity.
⌜Enter Philostrate.⌝
PHILOSTRATE
And so delight your Grace, the Prologue is addressed.
THESEUS Let him arroyo.
Enter the Prologue.
PROLOGUE
If nosotros offend, information technology is with our goodwill.
115 That you should think nosotros come not to offend,
Just with goodwill. To testify our simple skill,
That is the true showtime of our stop.
Consider, and then, we come but in despite.
Nosotros practise not come, as minding to content you,
120 Our true intent is. All for your delight
We are not here. That you should here repent
you,
The actors are at hand, and, past their bear witness,
You shall know all that you are like to know.
⌜Prologue exits.⌝
THESEUS 125 This swain doth not stand upon points.
LYSANDER He hath rid his prologue similar a rough filly;
he knows not the finish. A proficient moral, my lord: information technology is
non plenty to speak, but to speak truthful.
HIPPOLYTA Indeed he hath played on this prologue like
130 a child on a recorder—a sound, just not in
authorities.
THESEUS His spoken language was like a tangled chain—nothing
impaired, but all disordered. Who is adjacent?
Enter Pyramus ⌜(Lesser),⌝ and Thisbe ⌜(Flute),⌝ and
Wall ⌜(Snout),⌝ and Moonshine ⌜(Starveling),⌝ and Lion
⌜(Snug),⌝ ⌜and Prologue (Quince).⌝
QUINCE , equally Prologue
Gentles, perchance yous wonder at this show.
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135 But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
This human being is Pyramus, if y'all would know.
This beauteous lady Thisbe is certain.
This man with lime and roughcast doth present
"Wall," that vile wall which did these lovers
140 sunder;
And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are
content
To whisper, at the which permit no human wonder.
This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,
145 Presenteth "Moonshine," for, if yous will know,
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
To run across at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
This grisly animal (which "Lion" hight by proper name)
The trusty Thisbe coming kickoff by night
150 Did ⌜scare⌝ away or rather did affright;
And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall,
Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty Thisbe'southward mantle slain.
155 Whereat, with bract, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broached his boiling encarmine breast.
And Thisbe, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain
160 At large soapbox, while here they do remain.
THESEUS I wonder if the lion exist to speak.
DEMETRIUS No wonder, my lord. One lion may when
many asses do.
Lion, Thisbe, Moonshine, ⌜and Prologue⌝ get out.
SNOUT , as Wall
In this aforementioned interlude it doth befall
165 That I, 1 ⌜Snout⌝ past proper name, present a wall;
And such a wall as I would have you think
That had in it a crannied pigsty or chink,
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisbe,
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Did whisper often, very secretly.
170 This loam, this roughcast, and this stone doth bear witness
That I am that same wall. The truth is so.
And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.
THESEUS Would you desire lime and hair to speak
175 better?
DEMETRIUS Information technology is the wittiest partition that e'er I heard
soapbox, my lord.
THESEUS Pyramus draws near the wall. Silence.
Bottom , as Pyramus
O grim-looked night! O night with hue then blackness!
180 O dark, which ever fine art when day is non!
O nighttime! O night! Alack, alack, alack!
I fearfulness my Thisbe's promise is forgot.
And one thousand, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
That stand up'st between her father's ground and
185 mine,
Chiliad wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Show me thy chink to blink through with mine
eyne.
Cheers, courteous wall. Jove shield thee well for
190 this.
Simply what come across I? No Thisbe exercise I encounter.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss,
Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!
THESEUS The wall, methinks, beingness sensible, should
195 curse again.
BOTTOM No, in truth, sir, he should not. "Deceiving
me" is Thisbe's cue. She is to enter now, and I am
to spy her through the wall. Yous shall encounter it will fall
pat every bit I told you. Yonder she comes.
Enter Thisbe ⌜(Flute).⌝
FLUTE , as Thisbe
200 O wall, total oft hast thou heard my moans
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For parting my off-white Pyramus and me.
My cherry lips take often kissed thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit ⌜up in thee.⌝
BOTTOM , equally Pyramus
I encounter a voice! Now will I to the chink
205 To spy an I can hear my Thisbe's face.
Thisbe?
FLUTE , as Thisbe
My love! Grand art my dearest, I call up.
BOTTOM , every bit Pyramus
Think what m wilt, I am thy lover's grace,
And, like Limander, am I trusty however.
FLUTE , as Thisbe
210 And I similar Helen, till the Fates me kill.
BOTTOM , as Pyramus
Not Shafalus to Procrus was and then true.
FLUTE , as Thisbe
As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
BOTTOM , every bit Pyramus
O buss me through the hole of this vile wall.
FLUTE , equally Thisbe
I osculation the wall's hole, not your lips at all.
Lesser , as Pyramus
215 Wilt thou at Ninny'southward tomb meet me straightway?
FLUTE , as Thisbe
'Tide life, 'tide death, I come up without filibuster.
⌜Lesser and Flute leave.⌝
SNOUT , equally Wall
Thus have I, Wall, my part dischargèd so,
And, being done, thus Wall abroad doth go. ⌜He exits.⌝
THESEUS At present is the ⌜wall downward⌝ between the two
220 neighbors.
DEMETRIUS No remedy, my lord, when walls are so
willful to hear without alarm.
HIPPOLYTA This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
THESEUS The best in this kind are but shadows, and
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225 the worst are no worse, if imagination ameliorate
them.
HIPPOLYTA It must exist your imagination, then, and not
theirs.
THESEUS If we imagine no worse of them than they of
230 themselves, they may pass for fantabulous men. Here
come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion.
Enter Lion ⌜(Snug)⌝ and Moonshine ⌜(Starveling).⌝
SNUG , as Lion
You ladies, you whose gentle hearts practise fear
The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on
floor,
235 May now perchance both quake and tremble here,
When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
Then know that I, as Snug the joiner, am
A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam;
For if I should as lion come in strife
240 Into this identify, 'twere pity on my life.
THESEUS A very gentle fauna, and of a adept
censor.
DEMETRIUS The very best at a animal, my lord, that e'er I
saw.
LYSANDER 245 This king of beasts is a very trick for his valor.
THESEUS True, and a goose for his discretion.
DEMETRIUS Not so, my lord, for his valor cannot carry
his discretion, and the fox carries the goose.
THESEUS His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his
250 valor, for the goose carries not the fox. It is well.
Exit it to his discretion, and let the states listen to the
Moon.
STARVELING , as Moonshine
This lanthorn doth the hornèd moon nowadays.
DEMETRIUS He should accept worn the horns on his
255 head.
THESEUS He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible
inside the circumference.
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STARVELING , as Moonshine
This lanthorn doth the hornèd moon present.
Myself the man i' th' moon practise seem to be.
THESEUS 260 This is the greatest fault of all the rest; the
man should exist put into the lanthorn. How is it else
"the man i' thursday' moon"?
DEMETRIUS He dares not come there for the candle,
for yous see, information technology is already in snuff.
HIPPOLYTA 265 I am aweary of this moon. Would he would
change.
THESEUS It appears by his pocket-size low-cal of discretion that
he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all reason,
we must stay the time.
LYSANDER 270 Proceed, Moon.
STARVELING , every bit Moonshine All that I have to say is to tell
you that the lanthorn is the moon, I the man i' th'
moon, this thornbush my thornbush, and this canis familiaris
my canis familiaris.
DEMETRIUS 275 Why, all these should be in the lanthorn,
for all these are in the moon. Only silence. Here
comes Thisbe.
Enter Thisbe ⌜(Flute).⌝
FLUTE , every bit Thisbe
This is former Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?
SNUG , equally Panthera leo O!
⌜The Panthera leo roars. Thisbe runs off,
dropping her mantle.⌝
DEMETRIUS 280 Well roared, Lion.
THESEUS Well run, Thisbe.
HIPPOLYTA Well shone, Moon. Truly, the Moon shines
with a good grace.
⌜King of beasts worries the drapery.⌝
THESEUS Well moused, Panthera leo.
Enter Pyramus ⌜(Bottom).⌝
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DEMETRIUS 285 And then came Pyramus.
⌜Lion exits.⌝
LYSANDER And and then the lion vanished.
Lesser , as Pyramus
Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams.
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright,
For by thy gracious, gold, glittering ⌜gleams,⌝
290 I trust to take of truest Thisbe sight.—
But stay! O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Optics, exercise you see!
295 How tin it be!
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy drapery skillful—
What, stained with blood?
Approach, ye Furies fell!
300 O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum,
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!
THESEUS This passion, and the expiry of a dear friend,
would go near to make a man look sorry.
HIPPOLYTA 305 Beshrew my middle but I compassion the man.
Bottom , as Pyramus
O, wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame,
Since lion vile hath here deflowered my dear,
Which is—no, no—which was the fairest dame
That lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with
310 cheer?
Come, tears, confound!
Out, sword, and wound
The pap of Pyramus;
Ay, that left pap,
315 Where eye doth hop. ⌜Pyramus stabs himself.⌝
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead;
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At present am I fled;
My soul is in the sky.
320 Tongue, lose thy calorie-free!
Moon, take thy flight! ⌜Moonshine exits.⌝
Now die, dice, die, die, die. ⌜Pyramus falls.⌝
DEMETRIUS No dice, only an ace for him, for he is but
ane.
LYSANDER 325 Less than an ace, man, for he is dead, he is
naught.
THESEUS With the assist of a surgeon he might withal
recover and yet testify an ass.
HIPPOLYTA How take chances Moonshine is gone earlier
330 Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
THESEUS She volition detect him past starlight.
⌜Enter Thisbe (Flute).⌝
Here she comes, and her passion ends the play. 167 A Midsummer Night's Dream ACT v. SC. 1
HIPPOLYTA Methinks she should not use a long one for
such a Pyramus. I promise she will be brief.
DEMETRIUS 335 A mote will plough the balance, which Pyramus,
which Thisbe, is the better: he for a man, God
warrant united states of america; she for a adult female, God bless us.
LYSANDER She hath spied him already with those
sweet eyes.
DEMETRIUS 340 And thus she means, videlicet—
FLUTE , as Thisbe
Comatose, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
345 Dead? Dead? A tomb
Must comprehend thy sweet optics.
These lily lips,
This cherry nose,
These xanthous cowslip cheeks
350 Are gone, are gone!
His eyes were dark-green as leeks.
O Sisters Iii,
Come up, come to me
355 With hands as pale equally milk.
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word!
360 Come, trusty sword,
Come up, bract, my breast imbrue!
⌜Thisbe stabs herself.⌝
And farewell, friends.
Thus Thisbe ends.
Adieu, bye, cheerio. ⌜Thisbe falls.⌝
THESEUS 365 Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the
expressionless.
DEMETRIUS Ay, and Wall too.
⌜Lesser and Flute arise.⌝
⌜Bottom⌝ No, I assure yous, the wall is down that
parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the
370 Epilogue or to hear a Bergomask trip the light fantastic between
two of our company?
THESEUS No epilogue, I pray you. For your play needs
no alibi. Never excuse. For when the players are
all dead, there need none to exist blamed. Marry, if
375 he that writ information technology had played Pyramus and hanged
himself in Thisbe'south garter, it would have been a fine
tragedy; and and then it is, truly, and very notably discharged.
Simply, come, your Bergomask. Allow your
epilogue alone.
⌜Dance, and the players exit.⌝
380 The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed! 'Tis almost fairy time.
I fearfulness we shall outsleep the coming forenoon
As much as we this night accept overwatched.
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This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled
385 The heavy gait of night. Sweetness friends, to bed.
A fortnight hold we this solemnity
In nightly revels and new jollity. They get out.
Enter ⌜Robin Goodfellow.⌝
ROBIN
Now the hungry ⌜lion⌝ roars,
And the wolf ⌜behowls⌝ the moon,
390 Whilst the heavy plowman snores,
All with weary job fordone.
Now the wasted brands exercise glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
395 In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite
In the church building-fashion paths to glide.
400 And nosotros fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's squad
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic. Non a mouse
405 Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter ⌜Oberon and Titania,⌝ Male monarch and Queen of Fairies,
with all their train.
OBERON
Through the firm give glimmering light,
Past the dead and drowsy burn down.
410 Every elf and fairy sprite,
Hop as light equally bird from bramble,
And this ditty after me,
Sing and dance it trippingly.
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TITANIA 173 A Midsummer Night'due south Dream ACT 5. SC. 1
Beginning rehearse your vocal by rote,
415 To each word a warbling note.
Paw in mitt, with fairy grace,
Volition we sing and bless this place.
⌜Oberon leads the Fairies in song and dance.⌝
OBERON
At present, until the suspension of 24-hour interval,
Through this firm each fairy devious.
420 To the best bride-bed volition we,
Which by us shall blessèd be,
And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
425 Ever true in loving be,
And the blots of Nature's hand
Shall not in their effect stand.
Never mole, harelip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
430 Despisèd in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate
Every fairy accept his gait,
And each several chamber bless,
435 Through this palace, with sugariness peace.
And the owner of it blest,
E'er shall in safety rest.
Trip abroad. Make no stay.
Run into me all by break of solar day.
⌜All simply Robin⌝ exit.
ROBIN
440 If nosotros shadows have offended,
Think merely this and all is mended:
That you have but slumbered hither
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If y'all pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearnèd luck
450 Now to 'scape the snake'due south tongue,
We will brand amends ere long.
Else the Puck a liar call.
And then good dark unto yous all.
Requite me your hands, if we be friends,
455 And Robin shall restore amends.
⌜He exits.⌝
Source: https://shakespeare.folger.edu/shakespeares-works/a-midsummer-nights-dream/act-5-scene-1/
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