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Title: Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Robinson, W. Heath (William Heath), 1872-1944, ill
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Publisher: New York : H. Holt
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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the Duke and the duchess, on hiswedding-day at night. Bottom. First, good Peter Quince, say what the playtreats on ; then read the names of the actors ; andso grow to a point. Quince. Marry, our play is, The most lamentablecomedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus andThisby. Bottom. A very good piece of work, I assure you, anda merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forthyour actors by the scroll. Masters, spread your-selves. Quince. Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, theweaver. Bottom. Ready. Name what part I am for, andproceed. Quince. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyrarnus. Bottom. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant ? Quince. A lover, that kills himself most gallant forlove. Bottom. That will ask some tears in the true perform-ing of it : if I do it, let the audience look totheir eyes ; I will move storms, I will condole insome measure. To the rest.—Yet my chiefhumour is for a tyrant : I could play Ercles rarely,or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split. ACT I. 20 Sc. IL
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Helena. Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM The raging rocksAnd shivering shocksShall break the locks Of prison-gates ;And Phibbus carShall shine from far,And make and marThe foolish Fates. This was lofty ! Now name the rest of the players. This is Ercles vein, a tyrants 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 wandering 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. Thats 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 : Ill speak in a monstrous little voice ;— Thisne, Thisne ; 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. ACT I. 23 Sc. II. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS D

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