Then, there is another thing. We must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall. You never can bring in a wall. Some man or other must present wall: and let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin. When you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake,' and so every one according to his cue. Enter PucK behind. What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here, So near the cradle of the fairy queen? What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor; 4n actor, too, perhaps, if I see cause. Speak, Pyramus.
Thisby, the flowers of odious savors sweet,Quin. Odors, odors. I Thicket. But, hark, a voice! Stay thou but here awhile, And by and by I will to thee appear. A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here! Must I speak now? Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. Ninus' tomb, man. Why, you must not speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus. You speak all your part at once, cues 2 and all. O —As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. Pray, masters! I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier: Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them, to make me afeard. What do 1 see on thee? What do you see? You see an ass's head of your own; do you? Bless thee, Bottom! Bless thee! Thou art translated. I see their knavery! 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. The ousel-cock, so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Thefinch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckooI gray, UWhose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer, nay, for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? Who would give a bird the lie, though he cry cuckoo, never so? I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again. Mine ear is much enamored of thy note; So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Methinks, mistress, you should have little rea1 The cuckoo, having no variety of note, sings in plain song plano cantu , by which expression the uniform modulation or simplicity of the chant was anciently distinguished in opposition to prick-song, or variated music sung by note.
The more the pity, that some honest neighbors will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek1 upon occasion. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Not so, neither; but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. 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 pressed flowers dost sleep.
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. Enter four Fairies. And I. Where shall we go? Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,2 With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's 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 courtesies. Hail, mortal! I shall desire you of more acquaintance,1 good master Cobweb. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash,2 your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your patience3 well. That same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house.
I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, good master Mustard-seed. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. The moon methinks looks with a watery eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my lover's tongue; bring him silently. I wonder if Titania be awaked; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on in extremity.
Enter PUCK. Here comes my messenger. What night-rule1 now about this haunted grove? My 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,2 rude mechanicals, That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Were met together to rehearse a play, Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day. The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,3 Who Pyramus presented, in their sport Forsook his scene, and entered in a brake; When I did him at this advantage take, An ass's nowl4 I fixed on his head; Anon, his Thisbe must be answered, And forth my mimic comes.
When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs,5 many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly: And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some, sleeves; some, hats; from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there; When, in that moment, so it came to pass, Titania waked, and straightway loved an ass. Sort is company. This falls out better than I could devise. But hast thou yet latched 1 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, of force she must be eyed.
Stand close; this is the same Athenian. This is the woman, but not this the man. Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Being o'er 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 stolen away From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe, as soon, This whole earth may be bored, and that the moon May through the centre creep, and so displease Her brother's noontide with the Antipodes.
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 1, Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty. Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. What's this to my Lysander? Where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? I had rather give his carcass to my hounds. Out, dog! Out, cur!
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Thou driv'st me pasi the bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Henceforth be never numbered among men! Durst thou have looked upon him, being awake, And hast thou killed him sleeping? Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
You spend your passion on a misprised 2 mood. I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. An if I could, what should I get therefore? A privilege, never to see me more. And from thy hated presence part I so,See me no more, whether he be dead or no. There is no following her in this fierce vein; Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Which now, in some slight measure, it will pay, If for his tender here I make some stay. What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight. Of thy misprision must perforce ensue Some true-love turned, and not a false turned true. Then fate overrules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find. All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer 3 With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear.
I go, I go; look, how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! When his love he doth espy, Let her shine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. When thou wak'st, if she be by, Beg of her for remedy. Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand; And the youth mistook 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 Demetrius 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.
Why should you think, that 1 should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears. Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born In 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, 0 devilish holy fray! These vows are Hermia's. Will you give her o'er? Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh. Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales.
I had no judgment when to her I swore. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. That pure congealed white, high Taurus's snow, Fanned with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand. I see you all are bent To set against me, for your merriment. If you were civil, and knew courtesy, You would not do me thus much injury. Can you not hate me, as I know you do, But you must join in soullsl to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show, You would not use a gentle lady so; To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. You both are rivals, and love Hermia; And now both rivals to mock HelenaA trim exploit, a manly enterprise, To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, With your derision! None of noble sort Would so offend a 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 Helena to me bequeath, Whom I do love, and will do to my death.
Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone. Helen, it is not so. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lest, to thy peril, thou abide it dear. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Mine ear-I thank it-brought me to thy sound. But why unkindly didst thou 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 bideFair Helena, who more engilds the night Than all yon fiery oes 2 and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know, The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Now I perceive they have conjoined, all three, To fashion this false sport in spite of me. Injurious Hermia! Have you conspired, have you with these contrived To bate me with this foul derision? Is all the counsel that we two have shared, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us,-O, and is all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, 1 Pay dearly for it, rue it. Have with our neelds created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our 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 moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first,2 like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. And will you rent our ancient love asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor friend? It is not friendly,'tis not maidenly. Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it; Though I alone do feel the injury.
I am amazed at your passionate words. I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. Have you not set Lysander, 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, To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this To her he hates? And wherefore doth Lysander Deny your love, so rich within his soul, And tender me, forsooth, affection, But by your setting on, by your consent? What though I be not so in grace 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. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, 1 i. Douce thus explains this passage:-Helen says, " we had two seeming bodies, but only one heart. This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. If you have any pity, grace, or manners, You would not make me such an argument. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse. My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! Sweet, do not scorn her so.
If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat; Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do. I swear by that 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,Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Away, you Ethiop! No, no, he'll-Sir,3 Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow; But yet come not. You are a tame man, go! Hang off, thou cat, thou burr. Vile thing, let loose; Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.
Why are you grown so rude? What change is this, Sweet love? Thy love! Out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine! Hated potion, hence' 1 Make mouths. Demetrius, I suppose, would say, VNo, no, he'll not have the resolution to disengage himself from Hermia. Do you not jest? 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, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so Her.
What, can you do me greater harm than hate? Hate me! What news, my love? Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander? I am as fair now as I was erewhile. Since night you loved me; yet since night you left me: Why, then you left me,-O, the gods forbid! In earnest shall I say? Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. What, have you come by night, And stolen my lovers heart from him? Fine, i'faith! Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Impatient answers fiom my gentle tongue? Fie, fie! Why so? Ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare Between our statures; she hath urged her height, And with her personage, her tall personage, Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailed with him. How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak; 1 A worm that preys on the leaves or buds of flowers. I am not yet so low, But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me. I was never curst;1 I have no gift at all in shrewishness; I am a right maid for my cowardice; Let her not strike me. You, perhaps, may think, Because she's something lower than myself, That I can match her.
Hark, again. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, 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 chid me hence, and threatened me To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: And now, so you will let me quiet go, To Athens will I bear my folly back, And follow you no farther. Let me go: You see how simple and how fond2 I am.
Why, get you gone. Who is't that hinders you? A foolish heart that I leave here behind. With Demetrius. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her part. 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; 1 i. 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 intend2 Never so little show of love to her, Thou shalt aby it. Now she holds me not.
Now follow if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Or thine, or mine, is most in Helena. Nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jole. You, mistress, all this coil is'long of you. Nay, go not back. I will not trust you, I; Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray; My legs are longer though, to run away. I am amazed, and know not what to say. This is thy negligence; still thou mistak'st, Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. 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'nointed an Athenian's eyes; And so far am I glad it so did sort,4 As this their jangling I esteem a sport. Thou see'st, these lovers seek a place to fight. Hie, therefore, Robin, overcast the night; The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fog, as black as Acheron; And lead these testy rivals so astray, As one come not within another's way. Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, To take from thence all error with his might, And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision; And back to Athens shall the lovers wend With league whose date till death shall never end. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; And then I will her charmed eye release From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste. For night's swift dragons' cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger, At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to church-yards.
Damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial,2 Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-browed night. But we are spirits of another sort.
I with the Morning's love 3 have oft made sport; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, 1 So in Cymbeline, Act ii. Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down. I am feared in field and town; Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one.
Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? I will be with thee straight. Follow me, then, To plainer ground. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child, I'll whip thee with a rod.
He is defiled, That draws a sword on thee. Yea; art thou there? Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood here. He goes before me, and still dares me on; When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter heeled 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! For if but once thou show me thy gray light, i'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. Ho, ho! Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Come hither; I am here. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by day-light see. Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bed. By day's approach look to be visited. Shine, comforts, from the east; That I may back to Athens by day-light, From these that my poor company detest.
In the old song printed. It was also the established dramatic exclamation given to the devil whenever he appeared on the stage, and attributed to him whenever he appeared in reality. And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. Yet but three? Come one more; Two of both kinds makes up four. Here she comes, curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Never so weary, never so in woe, Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers, I can no farther crawl, no farther go; My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Heaven shield Lysander if they mean a fray! On the ground Sleep sound. I'll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. When thou wak'st, Thou tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye; And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown.
Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,l And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Where's Peas-blossom? Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me - a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag.
Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with the honey-bag, seignior. Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Give me your neif,2 monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. What's your will? Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch.
I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face, and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let us have the tongs and the bones. Or say, sweet love, what thou desirlst to eat. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Gently entwist,-the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late, behind the wood, Seeking sweet savors for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her. For she his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes, Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her, And she, in mild terms, begged my patience, I then did ask of her her changeling child; Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent 1 The old, rough, rustic music of the tongs. The folio has this stage direction:," Musicke Tongs, Rurall Music. And now I have the boy, I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes. And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp From off the head of this Athenian swain; That he, awaking when the others do, 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. Be thou as thou wast wont to be; [Touching her eyes with an herb.
See as thou wast wont to see. Dian's bud 1 o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen. My Oberon! Methought I was enamored of an ass. There lies your love. How came these things to pass? Silence, awhile. Music, ho! Now when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Sound, music. Now thou and I are new in amity; And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, And bless it to all fair posterity. There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. Fairy king, attend and mark; I do hear the morning lark.
Then, my queen, in silence sad,1 Trip we after the night's shade. 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. Go, one of you, find out the forester;For now our observation is performed,2 And since we have the vaward of the day, My love shall hear the music of my hounds. IJncouple in the western valley; go: Despatch, I say, and find the forester.
We will, fair queen, up. Never did I hear Such gallant chiding;3 for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seemed all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed,4 so sanded;5 and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dew-lapped like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each.
A cry more tunable 1 Sad here signifies only grave, serious. To chide is used sometimes for to sound, or make a noise, without any reference to scolding. Judge, when you hear. I wonder of their being here together. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity. But speak, Egeus; is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
It is, my lord. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns and shout within. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Pardon, my lord. I pray you all stand up. I know you are two 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 amazedly, Half'sleep, half waking. 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, Thereby 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, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; And I in fury hither followed them; Fair Helena in fancy' following me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power But by some power it is my love to Hermia, Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gawd, Which in my childhood I did dote upon; And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object, and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena. To her, my lord, Was I betrothed ere I saw Hermia; But, like in sickness, did I loath this food; But, as in health, come to my natural taste, Now do I wish it, love it, long for it, And will for evermore be true to it.
Fair lovers, you are fortunately met. Of this discourse we more will hear anon. Egeus, 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, Hippolyta. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. So methinks; And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own. It seems to me, That yet we sleep, we dream. Yea, and my father. And Hippolyta. 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. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker!
God's my life! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was-there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought 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 duke. Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. A Room in Quince's House.
Have you sent to Bottom's house? Is he come home yet? He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported. If he come not, then the play is marred. It goes not forward, doth it? 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. Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice. You must say, paragon. A paramour is, God bless us, a thing of nought.
Enter SNUG. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married. If our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men. Thus hath he lost sixpence a-day during his life. He could not have'scaped sixpence a-day; an the duke had not given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he would have deserved it. Sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing. Where are these lads? Where are these hearts? Masters, I am to discourse wonders; but ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, 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. Get your apparel together; good strings to your beards, new ribands to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our plavy is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they. And, most dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say, It is a sweet comedy.
No more words; away; go, away. ACT V. An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus. More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor 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. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, 1 i. 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, howsoever, strange and admirable. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Joy, gentle friends! More, than to us, Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! 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 Philostrate. Here, mighty Theseus. Say, what abridgment' have you for this evening? What mask? How shall we beguile The lazy time, if not with some delight? There is a brief,2 how many sports are ripe; Make choice of which your highness will see first. We'll none of that; that have I told my love, 1 An abridgment appears to mean some pastime to shorten the tedious evening. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. That is an old device; and it was played When I from Thebes came last 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 a nuptial ceremony. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth. Merry and tragical! Tedious and brief! As well as the fabulous horse riding activities on offer, guests can also relax by the pool or in a hammock, enjoy the selection of books available, learn about Argentine cuisine from the estancia chef, join a picnic lunch, observe a game of polo or even go for a ride in an antique car or a horse-drawn carriage.
Argentine culture strongly reflects a love and respect of the horse in keeping with the gaucho life and visitors can enjoy an insight into the working practices of the farm, traditional cuisine and the beliefs and ways of the locals. The Cordoba hills are known for spectacular scenery and a comfortable climate. There is a number of tree species including acacias, cocos and molles and wild flowers bloom across the land from spring to autumn. A number of birds, including vultures and eagles, can be seen across the skies whilst animals including foxes, hares, puma, wild boar and small deer also roam the lands with some species being more elusive than others.
Opportunities to observe the wildlife of the hills, in combination with horse riding activities, comfortable farmhouse accommodation and tasty cuisine, make this a superb South American riding holiday. This destination has been visited by a Far and Ride representative who was made to feel very welcome as a single traveller.
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This is a holiday that can be enjoyed by families, couples and groups as well as singles. It's also a great option for a honeymoon! See Programmes. The estancia is a traditional farmhouse nestled below the brow of a hill and surrounded by acacia, coco and molle trees. The dwelling is north facing and its elevated position provides stunning views of the garden and hills beyond. Separate from the house, the swimming pool commands an excellent view of the surroundings. All seven bedrooms have wood burning stoves, giving the place a special atmosphere, and are furnished with comfortable antiques and wooden floors.
Each room has a private bathroom with both a bath and shower. Free wi-fi is available in the main buildings on the estancia and there is also a laptop for guest use and a satellite phone for emergencies. Your hosts ask that laptops, phones and other electronic devices are switched off or left in bedrooms during drinks and mealtimes for the sake of the other guests.
The estancia is a working cattle farm and Argentina is known a superb country for beef production. Therefore beef plays an important part in the daily menu, though there is good variety as the menu also includes things such as chicken, pork, pasta and vegetarian dishes. A relaxed breakfast is taken on the patio under the bamboo pergola. Lunches can be 'asados', Argentine barbecues where endless cuts of meat are offered.
Picnics are often enjoyed during a ride, perhaps in the shade of a weeping willow by a stream. This is accompanied, of course, by a well-deserved drink. Meals are varied and delicious with opportunities to try local dishes. The excellent cook makes pasta and meat dishes usually with produce from the farm. Guests eat dinner in the formal dining room where Chippendale furniture is complemented by English prints on the walls. The local winery makes "Los Potreros' wine, a Malbec, and a Torrontes, both of which are excellent. The cook is more than happy to cater to specific dietary requirements including vegetarians, allergies or intolerances.
Please note that some items which are easy to source at home are impossible to find in Argentina, such as Tofu or lactose-free items, so please ensure you discuss your dietary requirements with us in advance. All guests eat together for lunch but children are requested to eat earlier in the evening so that adults can dine together later. Gaucho culture and reverence of the horse are very strong here along with the oldest traditions of Argentina.
For those simply wanting a break, lying by the pool open mid October to mid April , walking in the hills and exploring the streams around the estancia will be a great pleasure. Mountain bikes are available and there are local festivals and rodeos to visit. There are annual cattle sales and branding to watch for those interested. Those less interested in being a 'gaucho' will be attracted by the huge variety of wildlife. Ornithologists will be amazed by the bird species, from brightly coloured humming birds to soaring vultures and eagles.
Partridges and doves are plentiful and condors have now returned to the hills. Hares and foxes are often seen around the estancia but wild boar, small deer and the puma are more elusive. There are three excellent golf courses within an hours radius. Culture and history lovers will enjoy the Jesuit churches and interesting villages. Cordoba is only one hour away and there is much to do and see in the unspoilt university city.
Popular local sites to explore include the national Jesuit Museum and Estancia Sta. Catalina , the folklore festival at Cosquin and the rodeo at Jesus Maria. Included: Accommodation, meals, drinks including wine, beer and basic spirits , riding, all estancia based activities and transfers from and to Cordoba airport at set times. Not included: Flights, travel insurance, transfers from Cordoba city centre or outside set times, gratuities and items of a personal nature.
There are daily flights to Cordoba from Santiago in Chile. Transfers are included from Cordoba airport between and If you arrive outside these times then a transfer fee will be charged. Transfers are also available from Rio Ceballos bus station if you wish to arrive by bus at the same timings as the airport. However, if you arrive into the main station in the centre of Cordoba then you will have to pay for a transfer.
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A relaxed estancia-based holiday where all levels of rider can enjoy an Argentinian experience. Informal polo is usually played once a week. The estancia is a beautiful destination for experiencing the traditions of rural Argentina and a taste of the gaucho lifestyle. The Begg family pride themselves on the high standard of hospitality and on offering something for everyone! During your based stay you are invited to participate in the daily lifestyle of this working farm. Riders will enjoy trails through the wonderful scenery, visiting local points of interest, observing the fascinating wildlife or perhaps helping the gauchos to round up young horses.
In the summer months it's possible to take an overnight trip in the sierras to the north and you might also enjoy watching horses being backed and trained. The chance to try your hand at polo is a real draw and your hosts hope you will find it as fun as they do! The horses here are grass-fed so the hosts prefer that they do not work a full day everyday.
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Therefore you will change horses regularly during your stay, possibly riding a Paso in the morning and then a Criollo in the afternoon or vice versa. The gaited and non-gaited horses are usually kept separate during the rides, so the whole group will be on one type. Guests love to test out the different horses and usually find it very hard to pick a favourite! Horses are available to suit all levels and beginners and nervous riders will be well taken care of. Generally the Paso's are more suitable for riders with experience and so beginners will likely only ride the kind-tempered Criollo's.
Non-riders can enjoy beautiful walks and treks, exploring the magnificent views or concealed rock pools. The birdlife here is particularly interesting, ranging from vultures and eagles to vibrant hummingbirds. The serenity of the area provides inspiration for artists, photographers or writers, or you may simply enjoy relaxing in the company of good friends or with a book. Transfer from Cordoba and arrival at Estancia Los Potreros.
After settling in and taking a look around, you will hopefully have time for your first ride out After your ride, Kevin and Lou invite you to a welcome dinner in what has been the Begg family home for over years. A long morning ride to the far south of the farm, dropping into the local village to visit a unique and unusual chapel and museum that was built as a memorial to his wife and daughter by Guido Buffo, an art and science lover. Enjoy a traditional Argentine asado lunch, sampling different cuts of the estancia's home reared beef, washed down with plenty of Malbec. Take a rest this afternoon to relax by the pool and in the evening you are invited to an informal wine-tasting, sampling local wines of the region before setting down to a candlelit dinner.
In the morning, ride to the Top of the World, the highest point on the estancia to appreciate the spectacular views over the Sierra Chicas. The trail along the ridge is perfect for condor and eagle spotting, before returning to the estancia in time for lunch on the verandah. In the afternoon it's time for a demonstration and introduction to the very special Peruvian Paso horse.
Learn more about this amazing five gaited horse, before trying out their super-smooth paces yourself. All these horses are home-bred on the estancia, are forward going and extremely comfortable. Cattle day! Discover your inner gaucho as you help the boys round up the herd of award-winning Aberdeen Angus, collecting them and moving them across the hills to the cattle station.
Following lunch 'gaucho style' under a shady tree, see if you can master the art of the lasso in the corrals before some lovely long open canters along the top of the hills as you return to the estancia.