a midsummer night’s dream(仲夏夜之梦)

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A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

A MIDSUMMER

NIGHT'S DREAM

William Shakespeare

1596

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

THESEUS, Duke of Athens EGEUS, father to Hermia LYSANDER,

in love with Hermia DEMETRIUS, in love with Hermia PHILOSTRATE,

Master of the Revels to Theseus QUINCE, a carpenter SNUG, a joiner

BOTTOM, a weaver FLUTE, a bellows-mender SNOUT, a tinker

STARVELING, a tailor

HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, bethrothed to Theseus

HERMIA, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander HELENA, in love

with Demetrius

OBERON, King of the Fairies TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies PUCK,

or ROBIN GOODFELLOW PEASEBLOSSOM, fairy COBWEB, fairy

MOTH, fairy MUSTARDSEED, fairy

PROLOGUE, PYRAMUS, THISBY, WALL, MOONSHINE, LION

are presented by: QUINCE, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, STARVELING,

AND SNUG

Other Fairies attending their King and Queen Attendants on Theseus

and Hippolyta

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ACT I.

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SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS

Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and ATTENDANTS

THESEUS. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace;

four happy days bring in Another moon; but, O, methinks, how slow This

old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a

dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue. HIPPOLYTA. 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. THESEUS. Go,

Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Awake the pert and

nimble spirit of mirth; Turn melancholy forth to funerals; The pale

companion is not for our pomp. Exit PHILOSTRATE Hippolyta, I woo'd

thee with my sword, And won thy love doing thee injuries; But I will wed

thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.

Enter EGEUS, and his daughter HERMIA, LYSANDER, and

DEMETRIUS

EGEUS. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke! THESEUS. Thanks,

good Egeus; what's the news with thee? EGEUS. 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 bewitch'd the

bosom of my child. Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,

And interchang'd love-tokens with my child; Thou hast by moonlight at

her window sung, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love, And stol'n

the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds,

conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats- messengers Of strong

prevailment in unhardened youth; With cunning hast thou filch'd my

daughter's heart; Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, To stubborn

harshness. And, my gracious Duke, Be it so she will not here before your

Grace Consent to marry with Demetrius, 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, according to our law Immediately provided in

that case. THESEUS. What say you, Hermia? Be advis'd, fair maid. To

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you your father should be as a god; One that compos'd your beauties; yea,

and one To whom you are but as a form in wax, By him imprinted, and

within his power To leave the figure, or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy

gentleman. HERMIA. So is Lysander. THESEUS. In himself he is; But, in

this kind, wanting your father's voice, The other must be held the worthier.

HERMIA. I would my father look'd but with my eyes. THESEUS. Rather

your eyes must with his judgment look. HERMIA. I do entreat your Grace

to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold, Nor how it may

concern my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; But I

beseech your Grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this

case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius. THESEUS. Either to die the death, or

to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question

your desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if

you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun,

For aye to be shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life,

Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that

master so their blood To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier

happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn

Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. HERMIA. So will I grow, so

live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship,

whose unwished yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty.

THESEUS. Take time to pause; and by the next new moon- The sealing-

day betwixt my love and me For everlasting bond of fellowship- Upon that

day either prepare to die For disobedience to your father's will, Or else to

wed Demetrius, as he would, Or on Diana's altar to protest For aye

austerity and single life. DEMETRIUS. Relent, sweet Hermia; and,

Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER. You

have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's; do you marry

him. EGEUS. Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my love; And what is mine

my love shall render him; And she is mine; and all my right of her I do

estate unto Demetrius. LYSANDER. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he,

As well possess'd; my love is more than his; My fortunes every way as

fairly rank'd, If not with vantage, as Demetrius'; And, which is more than

all these boasts can be, I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia. Why should not

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I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, Made love

to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,

Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

THESEUS. I must confess that I have heard so much, And with Demetrius

thought to have spoke thereof; But, being over-full of self-affairs, My

mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; And come, Egeus; you shall go

with me; I have some private schooling for you both. 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- Which by no means we may extenuate- To

death, or to a vow of single life. Come, my Hippolyta; what cheer, my

love? Demetrius, and Egeus, go along; I must employ you in some

business Against our nuptial, and confer with you Of something nearly

that concerns yourselves. EGEUS. With duty and desire we follow you.

Exeunt all but LYSANDER and HERMIA LYSANDER. How now, my

love! Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so

fast? HERMIA. Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them

from the tempest of my eyes. LYSANDER. Ay me! for aught that I could

ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never

did run smooth; But either it was different in blood- HERMIA. O cross!

too high to be enthrall'd to low. LYSANDER. Or else misgraffed in respect

of years- HERMIA. O spite! too old to be engag'd to young. LYSANDER.

Or else it stood upon the choice of friends- HERMIA. O hell! to choose

love by another's eyes. LYSANDER. Or, if there were a sympathy in

choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as

a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in

the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere

a man hath power to say 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up;

So quick bright things come to confusion. HERMIA. If then true lovers

have ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny. Then let us teach our

trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts

and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor Fancy's followers.

LYSANDER. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, Hermia. 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

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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 to-morrow night; And in the wood, a league without the

town, Where I did meet thee once with Helena To do observance to a morn

of May, There will I stay for thee. HERMIA. My good Lysander! I swear

to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow, with the golden head,

By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and

prospers loves, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queen, When

the false Troyan under sail was seen, By all the vows that ever men have

broke, In number more than ever women spoke, In that same place thou

hast appointed me, To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. LYSANDER.

Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena.

Enter HELENA

HERMIA. God speed fair Helena! Whither away? HELENA. Call

you me fair? That fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair. O happy fair!

Your eyes are lode-stars and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than

lark to shepherd's ear, When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.

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. Were the world mine, Demetrius

being bated, The rest I'd give to be to you translated. O, teach me how you

look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart!

HERMIA. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. HELENA. O that your

frowns would teach my smiles such skill! HERMIA. I give him curses, yet

he gives me love. HELENA. O that my prayers could such affection move!

HERMIA. The more I hate, the more he follows me. HELENA. The more

I love, the more he hateth me. HERMIA. His folly, Helena, is no fault of

mine. HELENA. None, but your beauty; would that fault were mine!

HERMIA. Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; Lysander and

myself will fly this place. Before the time I did Lysander see, Seem'd

Athens as a paradise to me. O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That

he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell! LYSANDER. Helen, to you our minds

we will unfold: To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold Her silver

visage in the wat'ry glass, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, A

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time that lovers' flights doth still conceal, Through Athens' gates have we

devis'd to steal. HERMIA. And in the wood where often you and I Upon

faint primrose beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their

counsel sweet, There my Lysander and myself shall meet; And thence

from Athens turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and stranger

companies. 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 morrow deep midnight. LYSANDER. I will, my

Hermia. [Exit HERMIA] Helena, adieu; As you on him, Demetrius dote

on you. Exit HELENA. How happy some o'er other some can be! Through

Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not

so; He will not know what all but he do know. And as he errs, doting on

Hermia's eyes, So I, admiring of his qualities. Things base and vile,

holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks

not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid

painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no

eyes figure unheedy haste; And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. As waggish boys in game

themselves forswear, So the boy Love is perjur'd everywhere; For ere

Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, He hail'd down oaths that he was only

mine; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolv'd, and

show'rs of oaths did melt. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight; Then to

the wood will he to-morrow 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. Exit

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SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house

Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM FLUTE, SNOUT, and

STARVELING

QUINCE. Is all our company here? BOTTOM. You were best to call

them generally, man by man, according to the scrip. QUINCE. 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 the Duchess on his wedding-day at

night. BOTTOM. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on;

then read the names of the actors; and so grow to a point. QUINCE. Marry,

our play is 'The most Lamentable Comedy and most Cruel Death of

Pyramus and Thisby.' BOTTOM. A very good piece of work, I assure you,

and a merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scroll.

Masters, spread yourselves. QUINCE. Answer, as I call you. Nick Bottom,

the weaver. BOTTOM. Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.

QUINCE. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. BOTTOM. What

is Pyramus? A lover, or a tyrant? QUINCE. A lover, that kills himself most

gallant for love. BOTTOM. That will ask some tears in the true

performing of it. If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes; I will move

storms; I will condole in some measure. To the rest- yet my chief humour

is for a tyrant. 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;

And Phibbus' car Shall shine from far, And make and mar The foolish

Fates.'

This was lofty. Now name the rest of the players. This is Ercles' vein,

a tyrant's vein: a lover is more condoling. QUINCE. Francis Flute, the

bellows-mender. FLUTE. Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE. Flute, you must

take Thisby on you. FLUTE. What is Thisby? A wand'ring knight?

QUINCE. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE. Nay, faith, let not

me play a woman; I have a beard coming. QUINCE. That's all one; you

shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will. BOTTOM.

An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too. I'll speak in a monstrous

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little voice: 'Thisne, Thisne!' [Then speaking small] 'Ah Pyramus, my

lover dear! Thy Thisby dear, and lady dear!' QUINCE. No, no, you must

play Pyramus; and, Flute, you Thisby. BOTTOM. Well, proceed. QUINCE.

Robin Starveling, the tailor. STARVELING. Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE.

Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother. Tom Snout, the tinker.

SNOUT. Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE. You, Pyramus' father; myself,

Thisby's father; Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part. And, I hope, here is a

play fitted. SNUG. Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give

it me, for I am slow of study. QUINCE. You may do it extempore, for it is

nothing but roaring. BOTTOM. 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.' QUINCE. An you should

do it too terribly, you would fright the Duchess and the ladies, that they

would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all. ALL. That would hang

us, every mother's son. BOTTOM. I grant you, friends, if you should

fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but

to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently

as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale. QUINCE.

You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a sweet-fac'd man; a

proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-

like man; therefore you must needs play Pyramus. BOTTOM. Well, I will

undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in? QUINCE. Why, what

you will. BOTTOM. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour beard,

your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French-

crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow. QUINCE. Some of your French

crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-fac'd. But, masters,

here are your parts; and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to

con them by to-morrow night; 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 shall be dogg'd with company, and our devices known. In the

meantime I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray

you, fail me not. BOTTOM. We will meet; and there we may rehearse

most obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu. QUINCE.

At the Duke's oak we meet. BOTTOM. Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings.

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