Identifier: shakespearescome00shak2 (find matches)
Title: Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Robinson, W. Heath (William Heath), 1872-1944, ill
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Publisher: New York : H. Holt
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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f that may be, then all is well. Come, sitdown, every mothers son, and rehearse yourparts. Pyramus, you begin : when you havespoken your speech, enter into that brake :and so every one according to his cue. Enter PUCK behind.Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here, So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?What, a play toward ! Ill be an auditor ;And actor too perhaps, if I see cause.Oui?ice. Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.Bottom \as Pyramus). Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,-Quince. Odours, odours.Bottom \jis Pyramus). <- —odours savours sweet: So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.But hark, a voice ! stay thou but here awhile, And by and by I will to thee appear. (Exit.Pucl(. A stranger Pyramus than eer playd here ! (Exit. Flute. Must I speak now ? Quince. Ay, marry, must you ; for you must under-stand he goes but to see a noise that he heard,and is to come again. Flute \_as Thisby^. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,ACT III. 74 Sc. I.
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Bottom. Down topples she. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM 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, Ill meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninnys tomb.Quince. Ninus tomb, man : why, you must not speak that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus : you speak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter : your cue is past ; it is, never tire.Flute. O,— As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire. Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass s head.Bottom \jis Pyramus~\. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. Quince. O monstous ! O strange ! we are haunted.—Pray, masters ! fly, masters !—Help ! (Exeunt Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling.Puck^. Ill follow you, Ill lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier.Sometime a horse Ill be, sometime a hound, A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire ;And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,Like horse,

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