Midsummer Night's Dream (version 3)-William Shakespeare

0:00Amid Summoner's Dream, by William Shakespeare, this is a Libbyvox recording. All Libbyvox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libbyvox.org. Persons represented. Theesius, Duke of Athens. Read by David Neckall. A G.S., Father to Hermia. Read by James Silverstone. Lysander, in love with Hermia. Read by Peter Pyrrsal. Demetrius, in love with Hermia. Read by Alex Lau. Philo Strait, Master of the Rebels to Theesius. Read by Ali Cat. Quince, the carpenter. Read by Libbygon. Snug, the joiner. Read by Monika MC. Bottom, the weaver. Read by Alan Munchstone.

1:00Flute, the bellowsmender. Read by Chuck Williamson. Snout, the tinker. Read by Gloria Stjob. Stabling, the tailor. Read by Elgy Pug. Epolyta, Queen of the Amazon's Petroeth to Theesius. Read by Paddy Cunningham. Hermia, daughter to a G.S., in love with Lysander. Read by Kathleen Watt. Helena, in love with Demetrius. Read by Sarah Pyrrsal. Oberon, King of the Fairies. Read by Bob Newfeld. Titania, Queen of the Fairies. Read by Ariel Lipshar. Puck, or Robin Goodfellow, a fairy. Read by Ellie Cat. Peaceplossum, fairy. Read by Elizabeth Clatt.

2:00Cobweb, fairy. Read by Ann Cavira. Moth, fairy. Read by Rebecca Parshall. Mustard Seed, fairy. By Ato Bous. Character's in the interlude performed by the clowns. Purimus. Read by Elm Machel. Thizby. Read by Chuck Williamson. Wall. Read by Glorious Job. Moonshine. Read by Elgy Pug. Lion. Read by Monika MC. End of persons represented. Act 1 of Amid Summonites Dream by William Shakespeare. This is a Libby Box recording. All Libby Box recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibbyBox.org.

3:04Act 1, Scene 1. Athens, a room in the Palace of Thesias. Her Polita, Filostrate and Attendance. Now, fair, her Polita. Our nuptial hour draws on a pace. Four happy days bring in another moon. But oh, me thinks how slow this old moon wanes. She lingers my desires. Like to a step-dame or a dowager, long, withering out to young man's revenue. Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights. Four nights will quickly dream away the time. And then the moon, like to a silver-bow new Benton heaven, shall behold the night of our

4:22dream. 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, lie, Sandur. And my gracious Duke, this man hath bewitched the bosom of my child. Now, thou, thy lie, Sandur, thou hast given her rhymes, and interchanged love-tocons with my child, thou hast by moonlight at her window sung with thaining voice, versus of thaining love, and stolen the impression of her fantasy, with bracelets of thy hair, rings, gods, conceits, knacks, trifles, nose-gaze, sweet meets, messengers of strong prevailment and unhardened youth. With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart, turned her obedience, which is due to me, to stubborn harshness.

5:24And my gracious Duke, be it so she will not hear 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. What say you, Hermia? Be advised, fair maid, to you your father should be as a god, one that composed your beauties yea, and one to whom you, how but as a foreman wax by him in printed, and within his power to leave the figure or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. So is Lysander. In himself he is, but it is kind, wanting your father's voice, the other must be held the wortier. I would my father looks but with my eyes. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.

6:26I 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. Either to die the death, or to abdure forever the society of men. Therefore fair Hermia, question your desires. No of your youth examine well your blood. Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, you can endure the delivery of a man. For I to be in shady cloister mude, 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 earthly are happy, is the rose distilled than that which, withering on the virgin thorn,

7:26grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. So will I grow, so live, so die my lord, air I will yield my virgin patent up unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke, my soul consents not to give sovereignty. Take time to pause, and by the next new moon, the ceiling day betwixt my lovin' to 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 I, austerity, and single life. Relent sweet her mere, and lie sander, yield thy crazed title to my certain right. You have her father's love to me, Trius. Let me have hermias. Do you marry him? Scornful lie sander, true he half my love, and what is mine my love shall render him,

8:28and she is mine, and all my right of her I do a state unto Demetrius. I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possessed. My love is more than his, my fortunes, every way is fairly ranked. If not with vantage as Demetrius, and which is more than all these boasts can he, I am beloved of beauty's hermia. Why should now I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, all of Ouch, it to his head, made love to Nadar's daughter, Helena, and won her soul, and she sweet lady doats, devoutly doats, doats and idolatry, upon this spotted and inconstant man. I must confess that I have heard so much, and with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof, and being over full of self-affairs my mind did lose it, but Demetrius come, and come

9:28igios, 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 extend you eight to death or to a vow of single life. Come my herpollator, what cheer my love? Demetrius and agios go along, I must employ you in some business against our nuptial, and confer with you of something nearly that concerns yourselves. With duty and desire we follow you. Excient theses, herpollator, agios, demetrius and train. How now my love, why is your cheek so pale? How chance deroses their due fate so fast? The likeful want of rain which I could well, but team them from the tempest of my eyes.

10:29Ah me, for ought that I could ever read. Could ever hear by tale or history a course of true love never did run smooth, but either it was different in blood. Oh, cross, too high to be enthralled to low. Or else misgraph in respective years. Oh, spite, too old to be engaged to young. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends. Oh hell, to choose love by another's eye. Or if there was a sympathy and 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, then in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, and air a man hath power to say, behold, the jaws of darkness do devour it up.

11:31So quick bright things come to confusion. If then true lovers have ever crossed, it stands as an edict's indestiny. And let us teach our trial patience because it is a customary cross, as due to love us thoughts and dreams and sighs, wishes and tears, poor fancies followers. A good persuasion, therefore, hear me, Hermione. I have a widow and 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, their gentle hermina. May I marry thee, and to that place the sharp Athenian law cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then, steal forth my father's house tomorrow night, and in the wood a league without a town, where I didn't meet thee once with Helena to do observance to mourn

12:35of may, there will I stay for thee. My good Lysander, I swear to thee by cupid strongest bow, by his best arrow, with the golden head, by the simplicity of Venus's doves, by that which knit as souls and prospers love, and by that fire which burned the Carthage Queen, when the false Trojan 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. Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee. Keep promise in love. Look, here comes Helena. Itta Helena. Godspeed, fair Helena, with her away. All you me, fair, that fair again, unsay, Demetrius loves your fair, oh happy fair, your eyes are low to stars, and your tongues sweet air, more tunable than luck to shepherd's ear, when wheat is green, when hawthorne buds appear, sickness is catching, oh, we're favoured

13:41so, yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ear I go. My ear should catch your voice, my eye, your eye, my tongue should catch your tongue, sweet melody, were the world's mind, Demetrius being baited, the rest I give to you to be translated, oh teach me how you look, and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius's heart. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Oh, that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Oh, that my prayers could such affection move. The more I hate, the more he follows me. The more I love, the more he hated me. His folly Helena is no fault of mine. None but your beauty with that fault remind. Take comfort, he no more shall see my face, Lysander and myself will fly this place.

14:43Before the time I did Lysander see, seemed Athens as a paradise to me. Oh, then what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turned the heaven unto hell. Helena, to you are minds we will unfold, tomorrow night when Phoebe Doth be hold, her silver visage in the watery glass, decking the liquid pearl, the belated grass, a time that lovers flights Doth still conceal, through Athens gates have we devised to steal. And in the wood we're often you and I, upon faint primrose beds we're want to lie, emptying our bosom of their council suite, there my Lysander and myself shall meet. And then from Athens turn away our eyes, to seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell sweet play fellow, pray thou for us, and good luck grant thee thy demetrius. Keep word, Lysander, we must starve our sight, from love us food, tomorrow deep midnight.

15:44I will, my Hermia. Exit, Hermia. Helena, adieu as you on him, demetrius, doth on you. Exit, Lysander. How happy some or, 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, as he airs doting on Hermia's eyes. So I, admiring of his qualities, things base in bile, hold in no quantity. Love can transpose to forum and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore winged cupid painted blind, nor half loves mind of any judgment to taste. Wings and eyes figure unheedy haste, and therefore is love said to be a child, because in choice he is so oft beguiled, as waggish boys, in game themselves forceware.

16:50So the boy love is purgered everywhere, for ear demetrius looked on Hermia's eye, that he was only mine, and when this hail, some heat from Hermia felt, so he dissolved, and showers of oaths, did melt. I will go tell him a fair Hermia's flight, then to the wood, will he tomorrow night, pursue her and for this intelligence. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense, but here in mean eye to enrich my pain, to have his sight to vither and back again. Exit Helena, end of scene one. Act one, scene two, the same, a room in a cottage. End of snug, bottom, flute, snout, quince, and starving. Is all our company here? You were best to call them generally. Man boy man, according to the script.

17:53Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fifth, royal Athens, to play in our interlude before the Duke and Duchess on his wedding day at night. First, good Peter quince, say what the play treats on. Then read the names of the actors, and so grow to a point. Mary, our play is the most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and Mary. Now, good Peter quince, call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves. Answer as I call you. Nick bottom, the weaver. Ready, name what part I am for, and proceed. You Nick bottom are set down for Pyramus.

18:55What is Pyramus? A lover or a tyrant? A lover that kills himself most gallantly for love. 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 earthly's rarely. Or a part to tear a can, to make all split. The raging rocks and shivering shocks shall break the locks of prison gates. And fibus car shall shine from far and make a mar the foolish fates. This was lofty. Now, name the rest of the players. This is Urkhoothvain, a tyrant's lane. The lover is more condoling.

19:59Frances Flute, the bellowsmender. Here, Peter Quince. Flute, you must take Thisby on you. Oh, what is Thisby? A one drink night? It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Oh, nay, faith, let not me play a woman. I have a beard coming. That's all one you shall play in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will. And I may hide my face. Let me play Thisby too. I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. Thisney, Thisney, Oh, Pyramus, by liberty, Thisby there, and lady there. No, no, you must play Pyramus and flute you, Thisby. Well, proceed. Robin Starvelling the tailor.

21:02Here, Peter Quince. Robin Starvelling, you must play Thisby's mother. Tom snout the tinker. Here, Peter Quince. You, Pyramus father, myself, Thisby's father. Snut the joiner, you the lion's part. And I hope here is a play fitted. Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow at study. You may do it, extemporary, for it is nothing but roaring. 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 that you say, let him roar again. And you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies and they would shriek, and that were enough to hang us all. That would hang us every mother's son.

22:04I 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 and pour any nightingale. You can play no part but Pyramus. For Pyramus is a sweet-faced man, a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day, a most lovely gentleman like man. Therefore, you must need to play Pyramus. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play in? Why, what you will? I will discharge it in either your straw-coloured beard, your orange-tony-beard, your purple-ing-green beard, or your French-crowned-coloured beard, your perfect yellow.

23:09Some of your French-crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. But masters, hear your parts, and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to calm them by tomorrow night, and meet me in the palace wood a mile without the town by moonlight. There we will rehearse, for if we meet in the city which will be dogged with company and our devices known. In the meantime, I will draw a bill of property such as our play-wants. I pray you, family not. We will meet, and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Take pains, be perfect, adieu. At the juxtapote we meet. Enough. Hold or cut, bow strings. Excent. End of scene two. End of act one. Act two of a mid-Summer night's dream by William Shakespeare.

24:16This is a Libby Box recording. All Libby Box recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibbyBox.org. Act two. Scene one. A wood near Athens. Interaphere at one door and pack at another. How now, spirit, wither wander you. Over hill, over dail, thorough bush, thorough briar, over park, over pale, thorough flood, thorough fire. I do wander everywhere, swifter than the moon's sphere, and I serve the fairy queen to do her orbs upon the green. The cow slips tall her pensioners be, and their gold coats spots you see. Those be rubies, fairy favors, in those freckles live their savers.

25:16I must go seek some dewdrops here, and hang a pearl in every cow slips ear. Fare well, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone. Our queen and all her elves come here anon. The King death keep his rebels here tonight. Take heed the queen come not within his sight. For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, because that she, as her attendant, hath a lovely boy stoned from an Indian king. She never had so sweet a changeling, and jealous Oberon would have the child night of his train to trace the forest's wild. But she perforced with holds the loving boy, crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy, and now they never meet in grove or green by fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen, but they do square that all their elves for fear creep into acorn cups and hide them there. Either I mistake your shape and making quiet,

26:19or ounce, you are that shrewd and navish sprite called Robin Goodfellow. Or not you he, that frights the maidens of the villagerie, skim milk and sometimes labor in the quern, and bootless makes the breathless housewife churn, and sometime make the drink to bear no balm, mislead night wanderers laughing at their harm. Those that hob goblin call you, and sweet puck, you do their work and they shall have good luck. Or not you he. Thou speaks a right, I am that Mary wanderer of the night, I just to Oberon had bake him smile, when I a fat and bean fed horse baguille, they again likeness of a filly fold, and sometime lurk I at a gossip spool, in very likeness of a roasted crab, and when she drinks against her lips I bob, and on her wither to do that poor the ale. The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale,

27:24sometime for three foot stool mistaken me, then slip I from her bum down topples she, and tailor cries and falls into a cough, and then the whole choir hold their hips and loft, and wax in their birth, and knees and swear, a Mary or hour was never wasted there, but root fairy here comes Oberon. And hear my mistress, would that he were gone. Enter Oberon at one door with his train, and Titania at another with hers. He'll met by moonlight, proud Titania. What? Jellis Oberon, fairy skip hence, I have foresworn his bed and company. Terry, lash one, and am not I thy lord. Then I must be thy lady, but I know when thou hast stolen away from fairy land,

28:29and in the shape of chorus at all day, playing on pipes of corn and versing love to amorous filida. Why art thou here come from that farthest deep of India, but that forsooth the bouncing Amazon, your buskined mistress and your warrior love to Thesius must be wedded, and you come to give their bed joy and prosperity. How canst thou thus for shame, Titania, glance at my credit with your paleta, knowing I know thy love to Thesius? It's not thou lead him through the glimmering night from Peragenia whom he ravished, and make him with fair eagle, break his faith with Arionne and Antaeppa. These are the forgeries of jealousy, and never since the middle summer's spring met we on hill in Dale, Forest or Mead, by pavid fountain or by Rashi Brook, or on the beached margin

29:31of the sea to dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, but with thy brawl thou hast disturbed our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain as in revenge, have sucked up from the sea contagious fogs, which, falling in the land, hath every pelting river made so proud that they have overborn their continents. The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain, the plowman lost his sweat, and the green corn hath rotted air his youth attained a beard. The fold stands empty in the drowned field, and crows are fatted with the murry and flock. The nine men's Morris is filled up with mud, and the quaint mazes in the wanton green, for lack of tread, are undistinguishable. The human mortals want their winter here. No knight is now with him, or Carol blessed. Therefore the moon, the governess of floods pale in her anger washes all the air that rheumatic diseases do abound,

30:31and thorough this distemperature we see the seasons alter. Hory-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rows, and on all the hymns thin and icy crown, an odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds is as in mockery set. The spring, the summer, the chillding autumn, angry winter, change their wanted liveryes, 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. Do you amend it then, it lies in you? Why should Tatanya cross her oba, Ron? I do, but beg a little changeling boy to be my henchman. Set your heart at rest, the fairy land buys not the child of me. His mother was a votress of my order, and in the spiced Indian air by night, full often hath she

31:36gossiped by my side, and sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, marking the embarked traders on the flood, when we have laughed to see the sails conceive and grow big-bellied with the wanton wind, which she, with pretty and with swimming-gate following, her womb then rich with my young squire, would imitate and sail upon the land to fetch me trifles and return again as from a voyage rich with merchandise. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die, and for her sake do I rear up her boy, and for her sake I will not part with him. How long within this wood intend you stay? Perchance till after theseous wedding day, if you will patiently dance in our round and see our moonlight rebels go with us, if not shun me and I will spare your haunts. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.

32:38Not for thy fairy kingdom, fairies away, we shall chide down right if I longer stay. Exit Titania with her train. Well, go thy way, thou shalt not from this grove till I torment thee for this injury. My gentle pach, come here there. Thou rememberst 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, and certain stars shot madly from their spheres to hear the sea-maid's music. I remember. That very time I saw, but thou couldst not flying between the cold moon and the earth cupid, all armed. A certain aim he took at a fair vessel thrown it by the west, and

33:46loosed his love shaft smartly from his bow as it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts. But I might see young cupid's fiery shaft quenched in the chased beams of the watery moon, and the imperial voterist passed on in maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet marked I wear the boat of cupid fell, it fell upon a little western flower before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it love in idleness. Fetch me that flower, the herb I showed thee once, the juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid will make or man or woman madly dope upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again air the leviath and can swim a league. I'll part a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.

34:48Exit, pack. Having once this juice, I'll wash 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 lie and bear or wolf or bull, on meddling monkey or on busy ape, she shall pursue it with the soul of love, and there I take this charm from off her sight, as I can take it with another herb, I'll make her render up her page to me. But who comes here? I am invisible, and I will overhear their conference. Inter-Dometrius Alaina following him. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not, where is Lysander and fair hermia. The one else lay, the other slay of me, thou told me they were stolen into this wood,

35:50and hear a my and woe within this wood, because I cannot meet my hermia. Hence, get thee gone and follow me no more. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant, but 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 implane its truth, tell you I do not, nor I cannot love you. And even for that, I love you the more I am your Spaniol, and Dometrius the more you beat me, I will fawn on you, use me, but as your Spaniol spurn me, strike me, neglect me, lose me, only give me leave unworthy as I am to follow you.

36:50What worse or place can I beg in your love, and yet a place of high respect with me, then to be used as you use your dog? Too much hatred of my spirit, for I am sick when I do look on thee. And I am sick when I look not on you. You do impeach your modesty too much, to leave the city and commit yourself, into the hands of one that loves you not, to trust the opportunity of night, and the ill counsel of a desert place, with the rich worth of your virginity. Your virtue is my privilege for that. It is not night when I do see your face. Therefore, I think I am not in the night, nor do I this woodlack worlds of company, for you in my respect are all the world, then how can it be said I am alone when all the world

37:52is here to look on me? I'll run from thee and hide me in the breaks and leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. The wildest act, not such a heart as you, run when you will, the story will be changed, a pallow flies, and daffney holds the chase, the dove pursues the griffin, the mild hind, makes speed to catch the tiger, bootless speed, when cowardice pursues and valor flies. I will not state our questions. Let me go, or if thou follow me, do not believe, for I shall duty mischief in the wood. I, in the temple, in the town, the field, you do me, mischief, by demetrius, your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex. We cannot fight for love as men may do. We should be wooed, and we're not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell

38:53to die upon the hand I love so well. Excient demetrius and Helena. Fethy well, nymph, and he do leave this grove thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. Reinter, pack. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. I, there it is. I pray thee, give it me. I know a bank where on the wild time blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, quite overcannabeeed with a luscious woodbine with sweet musk roses and with eggplant time. Their sleepstight teni, a sometime of the night, lulled in these flowers with dances and delight. And there the snake throws her enamel skin, weed wide enough to wrap a fairing.

39:56And with the juice of this, I'll streak her eyes and make her full of hateful fantasies. Take thou some of it and seek through this grove. A sweet Athenian lady is in love with a distainful youth, anoint his eyes, but do it when the next thing he aspies may be the lady. Now shall know the man by the Athenian garments he hath on, affected with some care that he may prove more fond on her than she upon her love. And look thou, meet me, air the first cop crow. If you're not my lord, your servants shall do so. Excient, end of scene one. Act two, scene two, another part of the wood. Enter Titania with her train. Come now, a roundel and a fairy song, then for the third part of a minute hence,

41:01some to kill cankers in the musk rose buds, some war with re-remice for their leather wings to make my small elves coats, and some keep back the clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders at our quaint spirits. Sing me now a sleep, then to your offices and let me rest. Song one. You spotted snakes with double tongue, thorny hedgehogs being not seen. Nupes and blind worms do no wrong. Come not near our fairy queen. Fill a mel with melody, sing in our sweet lullaby. Lullala lullaby. Never harm nor spell nor charm. Come our lovely lady, nigh. So good night with lullaby. Song two. Leaving spiders come not here, hence you long legs,

42:03spinners, hence beetles, black, approach not near, warm nor snail. Do no offense. Fill a mel with melody. Hents away, now all is well. One aloof, stand sentinel. Excient fairies, Titania sleeps. Inter-Oberon. What thou seest when thou dost wake? Squeezes the flower on Titania's eyelids. Do it for thy true love, take. Love and languish for his sake. Be it ounce or cat or bear, pod or bore with bristle hair in thy eye that shall appear, when thou wakest it is thy dear. Wake when some vile thing is near. Exit. Inter-Lisander and Hermia.

43:05Bear love, you faint with wandering in the wood, and to speak trough. I have forgot our way. Will rust us, Hermia, if you think it good, and tarry for the comfort of the day. Be it so, Lisander, find you out to bed, for I upon this bank for rest, my head. One turf shall serve us pillow for us both. One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one trough. Nay, you could lie, Sander, for my sake, my dear. Life farther off yet. Do not lie so near. Oh, take the sense, sweet of my innocence. Love takes the meaning and loves comforts. I mean that my heart unto yours is knit, so that but one heart we can make of it. Two bosoms enter chain within oath, so then two bosoms in a single trough. Then by your side, no bedroom, me deny. For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

44:06Lisander riddles very prickly. Now much beschro my manners and my pride. If Hermia meant to say Lisander lied, that gentle friend for love and courtesy lie further off, in human modesty such separation as may well be said, becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, so far be distant and good night, sweet friend. I love near altar till thy sweet life end. Amen, amen to that fair prayer say I, and then end life when I end loyalty. Here is my bed, sleep, give thee all his rest. With half that wish the wish's eyes be pressed. They sleep in the park. Through the forest I have gone, but Athenian found I none on whose eyes I might approve this flower's force and stirring love. Night in silence, who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear.

45:06This is he, my master, said, despised the Athenian maid, and hear the maiden sleeping sound on the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul, she ders not lying near this lack-love, this kill-curdity. Churro upon thy eyes I throw all the power this charmed-off owe, when thou wakest, let love forbid sleep his seat on thy eyelid, so wake when I am gone, for I must now to o'erron. Exit, interdimetrius and Helena running. Stay, though thou kill me sweet dometrius. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. Oh, will thou darkling leave me? Do not so. Stay on thy peril, I alone will go. Exit, interdimetrius. Oh, I am out of breath in this fond chase. The more my prayer the lesser is my grace,

46:09happy as hermia, where so air she lies, for she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright, not with salt tears, if so, my eyes are oftener washed than hers? No, no, I am as ugly as a bear, for beasts that meet me run away for fear. Therefore no marvel, though dometrius, do as a monster fly my presence thus. What wicked and dissembling glass of mine made me compare with hermia's spheriine, but who is here, thy sander, on the ground, dead or asleep, I see no blood no wound, thy sander, if you live, good sir, awake. Lassanda waking. And run through fire, I will, for thy sweet sake, transparent Helena. Nature show art that through thy bosom make me see thy heart. Where is the mithrius? Oh, how fit a word.

47:10Is that vile name to perish on my sword? Do not say so, lice hander, say not so. What though he loved 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? The will of man is by reason swayed, and reason says you are the horthier made. Things growing are not right until their season. So I mean young, till now right, not to reason, and touching now the point of human skill, reason becomes the marshal to my will. And leads me to your eyes where I overlook love stories, written in love's richest book.

48:11Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When cut your hands did I deserve the scorn? Is it not enough? Is it not enough young man that I did never, nor never can, deserve a sweet look from Demetrius's eye, but you must float my insufficiency? Good, trouth you do me wrong, good sooth you do, in such a disdainful manner, me to woo, but fair you well, perforce I must confess. I thought you, a lord of more true gentleness, oh, that a lady of one man refused, should of another therefore be abused. Exit. She sees not hermia, hermia sleeped out there, and never mayest thou come, thy sander near, for as a surfeit of the sweetest things, the deepest loathing to the stomach brings, or as the heresies that men do leave are hated most of those they did to see.

49:11So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, of all be hated, but the most of me, and all my powers, address your loven might, to honor Helen, and to be her knight. Exit. Hermia starting. Help me, lsander, help me! Do thai best to pluck this crawling serpent for my breast! I, me, for pity, what a dream was here! Lisander, look how I do quake with fear, me thought a serpent at my heart away, and you sat smiling at his cool prey. Lisander, what removed? Lisander, Lord, what, as of hearing, gone, the sound, no word? And like where are you? Speak, and if you hear, speak of all loves, I swoon almost with fear. No, then I will perceive you are not now. Either death or you are fine immediately.

50:12Exit. End of sin too. End of act two. Act three of a mid-Simonite stream by William Shakespeare. This is a Libbyvox recording. All Libbyvox recordings are in a public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please contact Libbyvox.org. Act three, scene one. The wood. The queen of fairies lying asleep. Interquints, snug, bottom, flute, snout, and starving. Are we all met? Pat, pat, and here's a marvelous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this Hawthorn Break our Tiring House, and we will do it in action as we will do it before the Duke.

51:13Peter, Queens. What say is thou, Billy Bottom? There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself, which the ladies cannot abide. How else are you there? By our liken, a parlor's fear. Very believe we must leave the killing out when all is done. Not a wit. I have a devise to make all well. Write me a prologue, 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,

52:16but Bottom Louever. This will put them out of fear. Well, we will have such a prologue, and it shall be written in 8 and 6. No, make it 2 more. Let it be written in 8 and 8. Will not the ladies be a fear of the lion? Oh, if you did, they promise you. 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 world foul than your lion living. And we ought to look to it. Therefore, another prologue must tell 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.

53:22Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or I would request you, or I would intrigue you, not to fear, not to tremble, my life for yours. If you think I come here 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, that him name is name, and tell them plainly, he is snug the demeanor. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things, and that is to bring the moonlight into a chamber, for you know a pyramise and thizbe meet by moonlight. Does the moon shine that night replay or play? A calendar, a calendar. Look in the Almanac.

54:25Find out moonshine, find out moonshine. Yes, they doff shine that night. Why, then may you leave a casement of the great chamber window where we play, open, and the moon may shine in at the casement. I, or else, one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lantern, and say he comes to this figure, or to present the person of moonshine. Then there is another thing. We must have a wall in the great chamber, for pyramise and thizbe says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall. You can never bring in a wall. What say you bottom? Some man or other must present wall, and let him have some plaster or some loom, or some rough cast a man in to signify wall, and let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall pyramise and thizbe whisper.

55:30If that may be then all is well. Come sit down every mother's son and rehearse your parts. Pyramis you begin, when you have spoken your speech, enter into that break, and so everyone according to his cue. Interpack behind. What hempin' home-spons how we swaggering here so near the cradle of the fairy queen? What a play-tour, all be an auditor and actor to perhaps if I seek cause. Speak Pyramis, and thizbe stand forth. Thizbe, the flowers of odia savers sweet. Odors odors. Odors savers sweet. So hath thy breath my dearest thizbe dear? But hark, a voice! Stay thou but hear a while, and by and by I will to the appear.

56:34Exit. A stranger Pyramis thine air-plate here. Aside. Exit. Oh, must I speak now? I, Mary, must you. For you must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard and is to come again. Most radiant Pyramis. Most lily white of hue. Of colour like the red rose of triumphant, prior, most brisky juvenile, and e'quost lovely chew, as true as trueest horse, that what never tire, I'll meet the Pyramis at ninnies to. Ninnies to, man, why you must not speak that yet, that you answered to Pyramis. You speak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramis enter, your cue is past, it is never tire.

57:40Oh, as true as trueest horse, that what never tire, re-enter pack and bottom with an ashes head. If I were fair, this be, I were only thine. Oh, monstrous, oh, strange, we are haunted. Pre-Master's fly, fly-masters, help! Exit and clowns. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about around, through bog, through bush, through brake, through briar. Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, a hog headless bear, sometime a fire, and nay and bark and grunt and roar and burn, like horse-hound hog bear fire at every turn. Exit. Why do they run away? This is a navery of them to make me a feared.

58:42Re-enter snout. Oh, bottom, that were changed. What do I see on thee? What do you see? You see an acid of your own, do you? Re-enter quince. Bless thee, bottom, bless thee, though are translated. Exit. I see their navery. This is to make an ass of me, to fright me if they could, but I will not stir from this place do what they can. I will walk up and down here and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. Singes. The usual cock so black, cup you with orange, tawny bill, the throttle with his note so true, the rain with little quill.

59:45Tatania, waking. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? Bottom, sings. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, the plains on cuckoo grey, whose note for many a mandath mark, and there's not answer nay. For indeed, who would say is wit to so foolish a bird? Who would give a bird the lie, though he cried cuckoo never so? I pray thee, gentle mortal sing again, my near as much enamored of thy note, so as mine eye and thralled to thy shape, and thy fair virtues force, perforced, ought to move me on the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. Me thinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that,

1:00:45and yet to see the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. The more the pity, as some honest neighbours, will not make them friends. Nay, I can take a poll occasion. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Not so, dither. But if I had wit enough to go out of this wood, I have enough to serve my own turn. Out of this wood do not desire to go, thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or know. I am a spirit of no common-rate. The summer still doth tend upon my state, and I do love thee. Therefore go with me. I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee, and they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, and sing, while thou on presseth flowers doth sleep. And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, that thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

1:01:47Peace blossom, cobweb, moth, and mustard seed. Enter for fairies. Ready. And I. And I. Where shall we go? Be kind and courteous to this gentleman, hop in his walks and gamble in his eyes, feed him with apricots and doberries, with purple grape, screen figs and mulberries, the honey bags steal from the humble bees, and for night-tapers crop their wax and thighs, and light them at the fiery glowworms' eyes, to have my love to bed and to arise, and pluck the wings from painted butterflies to fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes, nod to him elves and do him curtices. Hail mortal. Hail. Hail. Hail. Hail. I cry your worships mercy heartily.

1:02:50I beseech your worships name. Codway. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good master, cobweb. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name on his gentleman? Peace blossom. I pray you, come in me to mistress squash your mother, and to master peace caught your father. Good master, peace blossom. I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir? Master seat. Good master, master seed. I know your patience well. That same cowardly joil like ox beef, have devoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred half-made boy eyes water air now.

1:03:54I desire you of more acquaintance, good master, master seed. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower. The moon, me think, looks with a watery eye, and when she weeps, weeps every little flower, lamenting some enforcered chastity, tie up my lovestone, bring him silently. Excent. End of scene one. Act three, scene two, another part of the wood. Enter Oberon. I wonder if Titanic will be awake. Then what it was that next came in her eye, which she must doat all in extremity. Enter, pack. Here comes my messenger. How now mad spirit? What night rule now about this haunted grove?

1:04:58My mistress with a monster is in love. 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 her her suplay intended for great fecesious snub-shool day. The shallowest thick skin of that bear in sort, who Pyramus presented in their sport, where Suk is seen and entered in a break when I did him at this advantage take, and asses now I fixed on his head. Anon, his thizby must be answered, and forth my mimic comes. When they him spy as wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, or russet-pated truffs, many in sort, rising and kying at the gun's report, sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, so at his sight away his fellow's fly, and at our stamp here, or and or one falls. He murder cries and help from Athens calls. Their sense thus weak,

1:05:59lost with their fears thus strong, made senseless things begin to do them wrong, for briars and thorns at their peril snatch, some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch. I led them on this distracted fear, and left sweet Pyramus translated there, when in that moment so it came to pass, Tatanya waked and straightway loved an ass. This falls out better than I could devise, but hast thou yet latched the Athenian's eyes with the love-juice as I did bid thee do. I took him sleeping, that is finished, too, and the Athenian woman by his side, that when he waked a force she must be eyed. Into demetrius and her mere. Stand close, this is the same Athenian. This is the woman, but not this the man. Oh, why rebukes him, that loves you so.

1:07:00They breath so bitter, on your bitter foe. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse, for thou I fear hast given me course to curse. If thou hast slainly sander in his sleep, being ur shoes in blood plunge in the deep and kill me, too. The sun was not so true unto the day as he to me. Would he have stoned away from sleeping her mere? I'll believe as soon as this whole earth may be bored, and that the moon may through the centre's creeps and so displease, her brother's noontime with the antipides. It cannot be but thou hast murdered him. So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim. So should the murdered look, and so should I, pierce through the heart with your stern cruelty. Yet you, the murderer, look as bright as clear, as John the Venus in her glimmering sphere. What's this to my lousander? Where is he? Ah, could a meachess will thou give him me? I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.

1:08:02Out, dog, out, cur! thou drive us me past the bounds of maiden patience. Has thou slain him then? Henceforth be never numbered among men. Oh, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake, does thou have looked upon him being awake, and hast thou killed him sleeping? Oh, brave touch! Could not a worm and adder do so much? And added it, for with doubletong, then thine thou serpent never add a stung. You spend your passion on a mispriced mood. I am not guilty of thy sander's blood. Nor is he dead, for ought 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, and from thy hated presence part I sow, see me no more whether he be dead or no. Exit. There is no following her in this fierce vein. Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.

1:09:03So, sorrow's heaviness, doff heavier grow, for that that bankrupt sleep, doff sorrow, oh, which now in some slight measure it will pay, if, for his tender, here I make some stay. Demetrius lies down. What has thou done? Thou hast mistaken, quite, and lay the love-juice on some true love's sight. Of thy misprision must perforce and sue some true love turned, and not a force turned through. Then fate or rules that one man holding truth, a million fail confounding oath on oath. About the wood go, swifter than the wind, and hellenough of Athens look thou find. All fancy six years and pale of cheer, with size of love that costs the fresh blood dear. By some illusion see thou bring her here.

1:10:07I'll charm his eyes against she do appear. I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from the tartar's bow. Exit. Flower of this purple dye hit with cupid's archery, sink in apple of his eye. When his love he doth espy, that her shine as gloriously as the Venus of the sky. When thou waked if she be by beg of her for remedy. Reinter, pack. Captain of our fairy band, hellenough is here at hand, and the youth must took by me pleading for a lover's fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord what fools these mortals be. Stand aside, the noise they make will cause the meetrius to awake. Then will two at once woo one that must needs be sport alone, and those things do best please me that befall preposterously.

1:11:08Inter-Lashanda and Hellenough. Why should you think I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears. Look when I envau I leap and vau so born, and their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you? Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true. You do advance your cunning more and more, when truth kills truth, oh devilish holy fray, these vau's are hermias. Will you give her ore? Way oath with oath, and you will nothing way. Your vau's to her and me, put into scales, will even weigh and both as light as tails. I had no judgment one to her I swore. Nor none in my mind now you give her ore. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

1:12:09Demetrius, awake in. Oh Hellenough, goddess, nymph, perfect divine, to what my love shall I compare thine eye. Crystal is muddy, oh how ripen show, thy lips those kissing cherries tempting grow, thy pure congealed white high torus snow, van with the eastern wind turns to a crow. When thou holds doth thy hand, oh let me kiss, thy princess of pure white, the seal of bliss. Oh Spent, oh Hell, I see you are all bent, to set against me for your merry-ment. If you were civil and new courtesy, you would not do me thus much injury. Can you not hate me, as I know you do. But you must join in souls to mock me too, if you were men. As men you are in show, you would not use a gentle lady so

1:13:12to vow and swear and super praise my parts. When I am sure you both hate me with your hearts, you both are rivals and love Hermia, and now both rivals to mock Hellenough, a trim exploit, a manly enterprise, to conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, with your derision none of noble sort, with so effend virgin and extort, a poor soul's patience all to make you sport. You are unkind Demetrius. Be not so, for you love Hermia, this you know I know. And here, with all good will, with all my heart, in Hermia's love I yield you up my part, and yours of Hellenough to be quick, whom I do love and will do till my death. Never dig mockers waste more idle breath. Lysander, keep thy Hermia, I will not. If I love her, all that love is gone.

1:14:13My heart to her but has guessed wise, Sujean, and now to Hellen, is it home returned, there to remain? Helena, it is not so. This marriage not the faith thou dost not know, lest to die peril thou abide dear. Look where thy love comes, Yonder is the idea. Inter Hermia. Dark Knight, that from the eye his function takes, the ear more quick of apprehension makes, wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, it pays for hearing double recompense. Thou art not by mine, I, Lysander, found. Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. But why I'm kindly disthou leave me so? Why should he stay whom love doth press to go? What love could press Lysander from my side? Lysander's love, that would not let him by. Fair Helena, who more engills the night,

1:15:15than all Yon fiery oes and eyes of light, why seekest thou me, could not this make me know? The hate I bear thee made me love thee so. You speak not as you think, it cannot be. Low, she is one of this Confederacy, now I perceive they have conjoined all three to fashion this false sport in spite of me. And, Julius Hermia, most ungrateful maid, have you conspired? Have you with these contrived to bait me with this foul dirition? Is all the counsel that we too have shared? The sister's boughs, the hours that we have spent. When we have child the hasty footed time, for parting us, oh, is all forgot, all school day's friendship, childhood innocence. We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, have with our needles created both one flower, both on one sampler sitting on one cushion, both warbling of one song,

1:16:20both in one key, as if our hands are sides, voices and minds had been incorporate, so we grew together. Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet a union in partition. Two lovely berries molded on one stem, so with two seeming bodies, but one heart, two of the first like coats and heraldry. Do but to one, and crown it with one crust, and will you rent our ancient love a sundry? To join with men in scorning your poor friend? It is not friendly, to is not made in late, our sex as well as I may chidey for it, though I alone do feel the injury. I am amazed at your passionate words, I scorn you not, it seems that you've scorned me. Have you not set my sander, as in scorn to follow me and praise my eyes and face, and made your other love demetrius, who even but now did spurn me with his foot,

1:17:25to call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare, precious celestial? Wherefore speaks he this, to her he hates, and wherefore doeth lice and deny your love, so rich within his soul, and tender me for sooth affection, but by your setting on, by your consent. What, though I be not so engraved as you, so hung upon with love so fortunate, but miserable most, to love unloved, this you should pity rather than despise. I understand not what you mean by this. I, do persever, counterfeit, sad looks. Make mose upon me when I turn my back. Weak at each other, hold the sweet just up, this sport while carried shall be chronicle, if you have any pity, grace or manners, you would not make me such an argument, but fair you well, tis partly my own fault, which death or absence soon shall remedy.

1:18:25Stage, Antelhalena, hear my excuse, my love, my lies, my soul, fair Helena. Oh, excellent. Sweet do not scorn her so. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Though, can't compel me no more than she entreat, thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. Helen, I love thee, but my life I do, I swear that by which I will lose for thee, to prove him false that says I love thee not. I say I love thee more than he can do. If thou say so, withdraw and prove it too. Quick, come. Lysander, where to tens all this? Away you ethie-ope. No, no, he'll seem to break loose, take on as you would follow, but yet come not. You are a tame man, go.

1:19:25Hang off thou cat, thou burr, vile thing, let loose, or I will shake thee from me like a serpent. Why are you going so rude? What changes this sweet love? Thy love. Out, tawny tarts are. Out, out, low the dmedicine, hatred potion, hence. Do you not gest? Yes, sooth and so do you. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. I would, I had your bond, for I perceive a weak bond holds you, I'll not trust your word. What should I hurt her? Strayker? Kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'm not harmer so. What can you do me greater harm than hate? Hate me, wherefore, oh me, what news my love? Am I not hamier? Are you not Lysander? I am as fair now as I was airwile, since night you loved me, yet since night you left me.

1:20:29Why then you left me? All the gods forbid, in earnest shall I say? I buy my life and never did desire to see thee more. Therefore, out of hope, out of question, doubt, be certain, nothing truer, tis no just, that I do hate thee and love Helena. Oh me, you juggler, you cancoblosum, you thief of love, what, have you come by night and stole my love's heart from him? Fine, I fate, have you no majesty, no maiden shame, no touch of bashfulness, what will you tear impatient answers from my jettletongue? Thee, thee, you cab to fit, you ppub it to you. Puppet, why so? I, that way, goes again. Now I perceive that she hath made compare between us structures. She hath arse to height and with her personage, her tall personage, her height for suith she hath prevailed with him.

1:21:29And are you grown so high in his esteem, because I am so dwarfish and so low. How low am I, thou painted maple? Speak! How low am I? I am not yet so low, but that my nails can reach until I rise! I pray you, though you mock me gentlemen, let her not hurt me. I was never cursed. I have no gifted all in shrewishness. I am a right maid for my cowardice. Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think, because she is something lower than myself, that I can match her. Loa, Hawk again! Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I ever more did love you, Hermia. Did ever keep your councils never wronged you? Save that in love unto Demetrius. I told him of your stealth unto this wood. He followed you, for love I followed him. But he hath chided me hence and threatened me too,

1:22:30to strike me, spurred me, nay to kill me too. And now, so you will let me quiet go, to ask will I bear my folly back? And follow you no farther. Let me go. You see how simple and how fond I am. Why, get you gone! Who is it that hinders you? A foolish heart that I leave here behind. What, with Lysander? With Demetrius. Be not afraid. She shall not harm thee, Helena. No sir, she shall not, though you take her part. Oh, 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. Little again, nothing but low and little. Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? Let me come to her. Get you gone, you dwarf, you menimus. You hindering, not grass made.

1:23:30You bead, you acorn. 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 abide it. Now she holds me now. Now follow, if thou dars to try, who's right, of thine or mine is most in Helena. Follow, lay, I'll go with thee, cheek by Joel. Excient, Lausander, and Demetrius. You mistress, all this coil is long of you. Nego not back. I will not trust you, I, nor longer staying your cursed company, your hands then mine are quicker for a fray. My legs are longer though to run away. Exit. I am amazed, and no not what to say. Exit, pursuing Helena.

1:24:32This is thy negligence, still thou mistakenest, or else commit thy neighbor is willfully. Believe me, King of Shadows, I must took. Did not you tell me I should know the man by the Athenian garments he had on? And so far blameless proves my enterprise that I have noointed in Athenian's eyes. And so far, my glad it's so did sort, as this their jangling Iosteema sport. Now see us these lovers seek a place to fight. Hi, therefore, Robin, overcast the night. The starry welcome cover thou a nond with drooping fog as black as ash-er-on, and lead these testy rivals, so astray as one come not within another's way. Like to Lysand, a sometime framed I tongue, then stirred a meetrius up with bitter wrong, and sometime rail thou like to meetrius, and from each other look thou lead them thus, till or their brows death-counter-fitting sleep

1:25:35with leaden legs and batty wings doth creep. Then crushed this herb into Lysand as I, whose liquor hath this virtuous property, to take from fence all error with his might, and make his eyeballs roll with wanted sight. When they next wake, all this derision shall seem a dream and fruitless vision, and back to Athen's shall the lovers when, with lean whose date till death shall never end. Whilst I in this affair do thee employ, I'll to my queen and beg her in thee, and boy, and then I will her charmed I release from monster's view, and all things shall be peace. My fairy lord this must be done with haste, for night swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, and Yonder shines a roar as harbinger, at whose approach ghosts wandering here and there, true poem to church yards,

1:26:36damnant spirits all, that in crossways and floods have boreal, all ready to their wormy beds are gone, for fearless day should look their shames upon they willfully exiled themselves from light, and must for eye can sort with black-brow tonight. But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have off the maid's sport, and like a forester, the groves made tread, even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, turns into yellow gold, his salt green streams. But notwithstanding haste make no delay, we may affect this business yet, air day. Exit over on. Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down. I am feared and field in town, goblin lead them up and down. Here comes one. Inter-Lisander.

1:27:37Where art thou proud to meetrius speak thou now? Here villain, drawn and ready, where art thou? I will be with thee straight. Follow me then to plainer ground. Exit Lisander as following the voice. Inter-Dometrius. Lisander speak again. Thou run away. Thou coward, art thou fled? Speak in some bush. Where dost thou hide, I head? Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, telling the bushes that thou looked for wars and will not come? Come, recurrent, come thou child, I'll whip thee with a rod, he is defiled the draws a sword on thee. Yay, art thou there? Follow my voice. We'll try no manhood here. Excient. Reinter-Lisander. He goes before me and still dares me on.

1:28:38When I come he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter healed than I. I followed fast, but faster he did fly. That fallen am I in dark, uneven way, and here will rest me. Come thou gentle day. Lisander lies down. For if but once thou shalt me the gray light, I'll find the matrix and revenge this bite. Sleeps. Reinter-Pack and the matrix. Ho ho ho ho. Coward, why comes thou not? And bite me if thou dearest, for well I want, thou runst before me, shifting every place. And dearest not stand, no look me in the face. Where art thou now? Come heather, I am here. Nay, then thou moxed me. Thou shalt buy this deer. If ever I die face by daylight sea.

1:29:39Now, go thy way, faintness constrain of me, to measure out my length on this cold bed. By day's approach, look to be visited. Demetrious lies down and sleeps. Inter-Halena. Oh, weary night, oh long and tedious night, debate thy hours, shine comforts from the east, that I may go back to Athens by daylight, from these that my poor company'd test, and sleep that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, steal me a while from my known company. Halena sleeps. Yet but three, come one more, two of both kinds make up for. Here she comes, cursed and sad, Cupid is a naivish lad thus to make poor females mad. Inter-Hermia. Never so weary, never so in woe, bedabbled with the dew and torn with bryers.

1:30:40I can no further crawl, no further go. My legs can keep no pain to the high desires. Here will I rest me till the wake of day, heaven's shield like sand if they mean a fray. Hermia lies down. On the ground, sleep sound, I'll apply to your eye gentle lover remedy, squeezing the juice on Lysandas eye. When thou wakesht thou takesht true delight in the sight of the former lady's eye, and the country proverb known that every man should take his own, in your waking shall be soon. Jack shall have Jill, not shall go ill. The man shall have his merrigan, and all shall be well. Exit Puck. Demetrius, Halena, et cetera, sleep. End of scene two. End of act three. Act four of amidst summonized dream by William Shakespeare.

1:31:49This is a Libby Box recording. All Libby Box recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please contact LibbyBox.org. Act four, scene one, the wood. Enter Titania and bottom. Peace blossom, cobweb, moth, mustard seed, and other fairies attending. O'er, on behind, unseen. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, while I thy amiable cheeks do coy, and stick musk roses in thy sleek, smooth head, and kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Where's peace blossom? Ready. Scratch my head, peace blossom. Where's monsoir cobweb? Ready. Monsoir cobweb. Good monsoir.

1:32:50Get your weapon in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble bee on the top of a thistle. And good monsoir. Bring me the honeybag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsoir, and good monsoir. Have a care, the honeybag, breaknot. I would be loath to have you overflown with a honeybag, senior. Where's monsoir mustard seed? Ready. Give me your neph, monsoir mustard seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy good monsoir. What's your will? Nothing good monsoir, but to help Cavalero cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's monsoir. For me thinks I am marvelous hairy about the face,

1:33:51and I am such a tender ass, if boy hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. What, will thou hear some music, my sweet love? I have a reasonable good eerie music. Lass have the tongs and the bones. Or say sweet love without desires to eat. Truly a pack of provinder. I could munch your good dry oats. Me thinks I have a great dire to a bottle of hay. Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. I have a vendorous fairy that shall seek the squirrels horde and fetch the new nuts. I, at rather, have a handful of two of dried peas. But I pray you, let none of your people stir me. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

1:34:54Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies be gone and be always away. So dot the woodbime the sweet honey-suckled gently in twist. The female ivy so enrings the barky fingers of the elm. Oh, how I love thee, how I do it on thee. They sleep. I've run advances. Inter-puck. Welcome, good robin. Seas thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late behind the wood, seeking sweet favors for this hateful fool, I did a braid there and fall out with her. For she, his harry temples, then, had rounded with cornnet of fresh and fragrant flowers. And that same dew, which some time on the buds was want to swell like round and orient pearls, stood now within the pretty flower its eyes, like tears that did their own disgrace

1:35:59bewail. When I had at my pleasure taunted her, and she, in mild terms, begged my patients, I then did ask of her her changeling child, which straight she gave me, and her fairy sense to bear him to my bow or in fairy land. Now I have the boy, I will undo this hateful imperfection of her eyes. And Jettelpuck take this transformed scourge from off the head of this Athenian swayne, that he, awaking when the other dew, may all to Athens back again repair, and think no more of this night's accidents but as the fierce vexation of a dream. But first I will release the fairy queen. She as thou wast want to be, touching her eyes with an herb. See thou as thou was want to see, diands bud or cupid's flower have such force and pleasant

1:37:03power. Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen. My Oberon, what visions have I seen, me thought I was enamored of an ass. There lies your love. How came these things to pass, oh how mine eyes do loath his visage now? Silence a while, Robin, take off this head. Tatania, music call and strike more dead than common sleep of all these five the sense. Music hoe, music such as charmeth sleep. Now when thou wakes with thine own full-size peep. Sound music, still music. Come my queen, take hands with me and rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.

1:38:07Now thou and I are new in amity, and will tomorrow midnight solemnly dance in Duke Thesius house triumphantly and bless it to all fair prosperity. There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be wedded with theesious all-injonity. Very King attend and mark, I do hear the morning lark. Then my queen in silence sad trip we after nightshade. We the globe can compass soon, swifter than the wandering moon. Come my lord, and in our flight tell me how it came this night that I sleeping here was found with these mortals on the ground. Excient, horns sound within. Interthesious, a politor, a gess and a train. So one of you find out the forrister, for now our observation is performed, and since

1:39:10we have the vowed of the day my love shall hear the music of my hounds. Un couple in the western valley, go, dispatch I say and find the forrister. Exit an attendant. We will fair queen up to the mountains top, and mark the musical confusion of hounds and echo in conjunction. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, when in a wood of creak they bade the bear with hounds of Sparta. Never did I hear such gallant chiding, for besides the groves, the skies, the fountains, every region near seemed all one mutual cry. I never heard some musical a discord, such sweet thunder. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, so flued, so sounded, and their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew. Crook need and dew-laped like this alien bulls, slow in pursuit but matched in mouth-like

1:40:11bells, each under each. A cry more tunable was never hallowed to nor cheered with horn in creak in Sparta nor in Thessaly. Judge when you hear, but soft, what nymphs are these? My lord, this is my daughter here asleep, and this lie sander. This demetrius is this Helena, old Nettier's Helena. I wonder of their being here together. No doubt they rose up early to observe the right of May, and hearing our intent came here in grace of our salemnity. But speak, Egeus, is this not the day that Hermia should give answer of her choice? It is, my lord. No bid the Huntsman wake them with their horns. Horns and shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia, and Helena awake and start up.

1:41:11Good morrow, friends! St. Valentine is past. Begin these woodbirds but to couple now. Pardon, my lord. He and the rest kneel to Thesius. I pray you all stand up. I know you two are rival enemies. How comes this gentle concord in the world that hatred is so far from jealousy to sleep by hate and fear no enmity? My lord, I shall reply amazingly, half sleep, half waking, but as yet I swear, I cannot truly say how I came here, but as I think for truly what I speak, and now I do be thank me, so it is. I came with Hermia, hither. Our intent was to be gone from Athens, where we might be without the peril of the Athenian law. Enough, enough, my lord, you have enough. I beg the law, the law upon his head. They would have stolen away, they would Demetrius.

1:42:11They are by to have defeated you and me, you of your wife and me of my consent, of my consent that she should be your wife. My lord, Ther Helen told me of their stealth, of this their purpose hither to this wood, and I infuri hither follow them. Ther Helena in fancy following me, but my good lord, I what not by what power, but by some power it is. My love to Hermia melted as the snow. To be now, as the remembrance of an idol god, which in my childhood I did dota part, and all the faith divert you of my heart, the object and the pleasure of my eye, is only Helena. To her my lord, was I betrothed, here I saw Hermia, but likened sickness, did I love this food, but as in health come to my natural taste, now I do wish it, love it, long for it, and will forever more be true to it.

1:43:15Fair lovers, you are fortunately met. Of this discourse we more will hear a non. Igius, 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. Come, here politor. Excient theses, here politor, a geess and train. These things seem small and undistinguishable, like far off mountains turn it into clouds. The things I see these things with parted eye, when everything seems double. So me thinks, and I have found demetrius like a jewel mine own and not mine own. It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.

1:44:17Do not you think the jukes here and bid us follow him? Yay, I'm my father. And, typoliter. And he did bid us follow to the temple. Why then, we are awake, let's follow him. And by the way, let us recount our dreams. Excient, as they go out, bottom awakes. When my cue comes, call me and I will answer. My next is, most fair Pyramus. Hey, ho, Peter Quince, flew the bellows-mender, snout the tinker, starving, God's my life. Stolen hence and left me asleep. I have had a most rare vision.

1:45:18I have had a dream. Pass the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an arse, if you go about to expound this dream. Me thought I was, there is no man can tell what. Me thought I was, and me thought I had. The man is but a patchful, if he will offer to say what me thought I had. The eye of man hath not heard. The ear of man hath not seen. Man's hand is not able to taste. His tongue to conceive nor his heart to report what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream. It shall be called, bottom's dream. Because it hath no bottom. And I will sing it in the latter end of a play before the jink. For adventure to make it the more gracious I shall sing it at her death.

1:46:23Exit End of Scene 1 Act 4 Scene 2 Athens A room in Quince's house. Quince, flute, snout and starving. Have you sent to bottom's house? Is he come home yet? He cannot be heard of. O, to do, to he is transported. If he come not, then the play is mowed. It goes not forward, doffet. It is not possible. You have not a man in all Athens able to discharge Pyramus, but he. No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in Athens. Yay, and the best person too, and he is the very paramour for a sweet voice. You must say, Paragon, a paramour is.

1:47:26God bless us. I think of not. To snag. Masters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more merit. If our sport had come forward, it all been made man. Oh, sweet, bully bottom, Thosathy lost six-pins a day during his life. He could not have scraped six-pins a day. And the Duke had not given him six-pins a day for playing Pyramus. I'll be hanged. He would have deserved it. Six-pins a day in Pyramus, or nothing. Into bottom. Where are these lords? Where are these hearts? Bottom, almost courageous day. Oh, most happy hour.

1:48:29Masters, I am to discourse wonders. But ask me not what? For if I tell you, I am not true Athenian. I will tell you everything right as it fell out. Let us hear sweet bottom. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is that the Duke hath dined. Let your apparel together. Good strings to your beards. New ribbons to your pumps. Me presently at the palace. Every man look over his part. For the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen. And let not him that plays the lion pair his nails. They shall hang out of the lion's claws.

1:49:30And most of their actors eat no onions nor garlic. For we are to usher sweet breath. And I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words, away, go, away. Excent. End of sin two. End of act four. Act five of a mid-summer night's dream by William Shakespeare. This is a Libby Box recording. All Libby Box recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please contact LibbyBox.org. Act five, scene one. Athens, an apartment in the Palace of Thesias. Entithesias, a politor, filet straight, lords and attendants.

1:50:35To strange my Thesias, that these lovers speak of. More strange than true. I never may believe these antique fables and all these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold. That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic, sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, does glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven. And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing, a local habitation and a name.

1:51:35Such tricks have strong imagination that if it would but apprehend some joy, it comprehends some bringer of that joy. Or in the night, imagining some fear. How easy is a bush supposed a bear? But all the story of the night told over and all their minds transfigured so together, more witnesseth than fancy's images, and grows to something of great constancy, but house, however, strange and admirable. Interlisander, Dmitrius, Hermia, and Helena. Here come the lovers full of joy and mirth. Joy, gentle friends, joy and fresh days of love accompany your hearts. More than to us, waiting your royal walks, your board, your bed. Come now, what masks, what dances shall we have

1:52:36to wear away this long age of three hours between our after-supporant bedtime? Where is our usual manager of mirth? What revels are in hand? Is there no play to ease the anguish of a torturing hour? Call fellow-straight. Here, mighty fesius. Say what abridgment have you for this evening? What mask, what music? How shall we beguile the lazy time if not with some delight? There is a brief how many sports are ripe, make choice of which your highness will see first. Giving a paper. Thesius reads. The battle with the centaurs, to be sung by an Athenian eunuch to the harp, will none of that, that have I told my love in glory of my kinsmen hercules. The riot of the tipsy backenals tearing the threshings singer in their rage. That is an old device, and it was played when I from Thebes came

1:53:37last a conqueror. The thrice-three muses mourning for the death of learning late deceased in beggary. That is some satire keen and critical, not sorting with an uptual ceremony. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus and his love Thisby, very tragical mirth. Mary and tragical. Tidius and brief. That is hot ice, and wondrous strange snow. How shall we find the concord at this discord? A play there is my lord some ten words long, which is as brief as I have known a play, but by ten words my lord it is too long, which makes it tedious for in all the play there is not one word apt, one player fitted, and tragical my noble lord it is. For Pyramus there in dof kill himself, which when I saw rehearsed I must confess

1:54:37made mine eyes water, but more merry tears the passion of loud laughter never shed. What are they that do play it? Hard-handed men that work in Athens here, which never labored in their minds till now, and now have toiled their unbreathed memories with this same play against your nub-sual. And we will hear it. No my noble lord it is not for you, I have heard it over and it is nothing, nothing in the world, unless you can find sport in their intense, extremely stretched and con with cruel pain to do you service. I will hear that play, for never anything can be a miss when simpleness and duty tender it. Go bring them in and take your places ladies. It should feel as straight. I love not to see wretchedness or charged, and duty in his service perishing. White gentle sweet you shall see no such thing.

1:55:37He says they can do nothing in this kind. The kinder we to give them thanks for nothing. Our sport shall be to take what they mistake, and what poor duty cannot do, noble respect takes it in might, not merit. I have come great clocks have purposed to greet me with premeditated welcomes. When I have seen them shiver and look pale, make periods in the midst of sentences, throttle their practiced accent in their fears, and in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, 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. Love therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, in least speak most to my capacity. Inter full as straight. So please your grace the prologue is addressed.

1:56:38Let him approach. Flourish of trumpets. Inter prologue. If we offend it is with our goodwill that you should think we come not to offend, but with goodwill 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, the actors are at hand, and by their show you shall know all that you are like to know. This fellow does not stand upon points. He hath rid his prologue like a rough call. He knows nothing stop. A good moral my lord. It is not enough to speak, but to speak true. Indeed he hath played on this prologue like a child on a recorder. A sound, but not in government.

1:57:39His speech was like a tangled chain, nothing impaired but all disordered. Who is next? Enter Pyramus and Thesby, wall, minshine and lion as in dumb show. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show, but wonder on till truth make all things plain. This man is Pyramus if you would know. This beautiest lady Thesby is certain. This man with lime and rough cast doth present wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder, and through walls chink, poor souls, they are content to whisper, at the witch let no man wonder. This man with land thorn dog and bush of thorn presented moonshine, for if you will know by moonshine did these lovers think no scorn to meet at nine-ness tomb, there, there to woo. This grizzly beast which by name lion height, thy trusty Thesby coming first by night did

1:58:45scare away or rather did a fright, and as she fled her mantle she did fall. Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain, a non comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, and find his trusty Thesby's mantle slain, where at with blade with bloody blamewful blade he bravely broached his boiling bloody breast, and Thesby, tearing in mulberry shade, his dagger drew and died. For all the rest let lion moonshine wall and lovers twain at large discourse while here they do remain. Exe and prologue Thesby, lion and moonshine. I wonder if the lion be to speak. No wonder my lord, one lion may, when many us is due. In this same interlude it doth befall that I once now by name present a wall, and such a wall as I would have you think, that had in it a crannied holer chink, through which

1:59:49the lovers Pyramus and Thesby did whisper often very secretly, this loam, this rough cast and this stone that show, that I am that same wall the truth is so, and this the crannies right in sinister, through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse my lord. Pyramus draws near the wall silence. Inter Pyramus. Oh grim looked night. Oh night with hue so black. Oh night, whichever art when day is not. Oh night, oh night. A lack, a lack. A lack. I fear my Thesby's promise is forgot. And thou, a wall, oh sweet, oh lovely wall, that standeth between her father's

2:00:55ground and mine. Thou wall, a wall, oh sweet and lovely wall. Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine, Ine. Wall holds up his fingers. Thanks courteous wall. Jove shield thee well for this. But what sea I? No Thesby do I see. Oh wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss. Curse thee thy stones for thus deceiving me. The wall may think's being sensible should curse again. No, in truth sir he should not. Deceiving me is Thesby's cue. She is to enter now and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see it before Pat as I told you, yonder she comes. And her Thesby. Oh wold, fall off and hast thou heard my moans.

2:01:58For parting my fair pierre of a send me, my cherry lips have off kissed 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 Thesby's face. Thesby. I love. Thou art my love, I think. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace, and likely mander, am I trusty still. And I, like Helen, do the fates me kill. But Shaveless to Procuse was so true. Shaveless to Procuse, I do you. Oh kiss me through the hole in this vow wall. Wookest the walls hall, not your lips at all.

2:03:04Will thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straight way? Tide life, dide death, I come without delay. Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so, and being done, thus wall away, dot go. Excient wall, pureness and Thesby. Now is the murals down between the two neighbors. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so willful to hear without warning. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse if imagination amends them. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. In a lion and moonshine.

2:04:05You, ladies, you whose gentle hearts to fear the smallest monsters mouse that creeps on floor. May now, perchains, both quake and tremble here, when lion rath and will destroy death. Whoooaaaaa! They know that I once knocked the joiner, and my lion fell, nor else nor lion stem. For if I should, as lion, come and strive into this place, to a pity on my life. A very gentle beast and of a good conscience. The very best at a beast, my lord, that heir I saw. This lion is a very fax for his valor. True, and a goose for his discretion. Not so, my lord, for his valor cannot carry his discretion, and the fox carries the goose. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valor, for the goose carries not the fox.

2:05:09It is well, leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. This lanthuan, the thorn of moon, present. He should have worn the horns on his head. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference. This lanthuan does the horned moon present. Myself the man is the moon, to seem to be. This is the greatest error of all the rest. The man should be put into the lantern. How else is it the man in the moon? He does not come there for a candle. For you see, it is already in snuff. I am a weary of this moon. Would he would change? It appears by his small light of discretion that he is in the wane. But yet in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Proceed, moon. Oh, I have to see, is, to tell you that the lanthuan is the moon.

2:06:10He, the man in the moon, this thorn bush, may thorn bush, and this dog, may dog. Why? All these should be in the lanthuan. For all these are in the moon. But silence, here comes Fisbee. Inter-Fisbee. This is old mini-stume. Where is my love? Oh. The lion roars. Fisbee runs off. Well roared lion. Well run Fisbee. Well shawn moon. Truly the moon shines with a good grace. The lion tears Fisbee's mantle and exit. Well mouseed lion. And then came Pyramus.

2:07:10And then the lion vanishes. And then the lion roars. 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 Tris-Fisbee sight. But stay, loose spite. But mark, poor knight, what dreadful dog is here. Eyes do you see? How can it be? Oh dainty duck, oh dear. Thy mantle good, what stained with blood? Approach ifurries fell. Oh fates come come, cut thread and thrum, quail, crush, conclude and quail. His passion, and the death of a near friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

2:08:15Be shrew my heart, but I pity the man. Oh wherefore nature did style lion's frame. Since lion vile hath heared deflowered my dear. Which is? No, no, which was the fairest dame that lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with cheer. Come tears confound, out sword and wound the pap of Pyramus. I that left pap, where heart doth hop. Thus die I, thus thus thus. Now am I dead? Now am I fled? My soul is in the sky. Thone lose thy light, moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die, die.

2:09:20Dye's exit moonshine. No die but an ace for him, for he is but one. Last an ace man, for he is dead, he is nothing. With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and prove an ace. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thizbe comes back and finds her lover. She will find him by starlight. Here she comes, and her passion ends the play. Inter Thizbe. Me think she should not use a long one for such a Pyramus. I hope she will be brief. And Moch will turn to balance, which Pyramus, which Thizbe is the better. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. And thus she means, Vida leesit. I sleep my love. Oh, what? Dead my dove.

2:10:22Oh, Pyramus arise. Speak, speak. Quite dumb. Dead, dead. A tomb must cover Thizweet eyes. These lely lips, these cherry-nose. These yellow cow-slipped cheeks are gone, are gone. Lovers make moan. His eyes were green as leaks. Oh, sisters, three. Come, come to me, with hands as pale as milk. Lay them in gold, since you have sure, with tears, is thread of silk.

2:11:23Tung, not a word, come trusty sword. Come blade, my breast in brew, and fair well-friends, thus this beings. Adoo, adoo, adoo. Dyes. Moon shine and lyre, now left to bury the dead. I, and wall two. No, I assure you, the wall is down that partied their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue? What a hero, Bergamask, dance, between two of our company. No epilogue, I pray you, for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse. For when the players are all dead, they need none to be blamed.

2:12:24Mary, if he that rid it, had played Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thizbis' gawter, he would have been a fine tragedy. And so it is, truly, and very notably discharged. Let come, your Bergamask, let your epilogue alone. Here a dance of clowns. The iron tongue of midnight have told twelve. Lovers, to bed, it is almost fairy time. I fear we shall out sleep the coming mourn, as much as we this night have overwatched. This palpable gross play have well beguile the heavy-gated night. Sweet friends, to bed. A fortnight hold we this solemnity, innitly rebels, and new jolly. Excient, end of scene one. Act five, scene two, inter-pack. Now the hungry lion roars, and the wolf behoused the moon, whilst the heavy plowman snores all

2:13:28with weary task for done. Now the wasted brands do glow, whilst the screech owls, screeching loud, puts the wretch that lies in woe and remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night that the graves, all gaping wide. Everyone lets forth its sprite in the churchway paths to glide, and we fairies that do run by the triple-heck-eight's team, from the presence of the sun, following darkness like a dream. Now our frolic, not a mow shall disturb this hallowed house. I am sent with broom before to sweep the dust behind the door. Into Oberon and Titania with their train. Through the house give glimmering light by the dead and drowsy fire. Every elf and a fairy sprite hop as light as bird for briar, and this diddy, after me, seeing and dancing trippingly. Rest rehearsed your song by rote, to each word a warbling note, hand in hand with fairy

2:14:33grace, will we sing and bless this place. Song and dance. Now, until the break of day, through this house each fairy stray to the best bride-bed will we, which by us shall blessed be, and the issue their crea-tever shall be fortunate, so shall all the couples three ever true in loving-be. And the blots of nature's hand shall not in their issue stand, never mowl, hair-lip, nor scar, nor mock prodigious, such as our despised in nativity shall upon their children be. With this field-do consecrate, every fairy take his gate and each several chamber-blast through this palace with sweet peace, air shall it in safety rest and the owner of it blessed. Trip away, make no stay, meet me all by break of day.

2:15:41Excient Ibron, Titania and Train. If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, that you have put slumbered here while these visions did appear, and this weak and idle theme no more yielding but a dream. Gentiles do not rip re-hand, if you pardon we will mend, and as I am an honest puck if we have unearned luck, now to scape the serpent's tongue we will make amends air long, 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. That's it. End of Act V, Scene II. End of Amid Summer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare.