When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is "Most fair Pyramus." Hey-ho! Peter Quince! Flute the bellows-mender! Snout the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! Stolen hence and left me asleep. I have had a dream past he wit of man to say what dream it was. Methought I was-there no man to tell what. Methought I was and methought I had--I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream. It shall be called "Bottom's Dream" because it hath no bottom.
Bottom! O, most courageous day! O most happy hour!
Masters. I am to discourse wonders. I will tell you everything right as it fell out. Not a word of me. Get your apparel together. Meet presently at the palace.
Say what abridgement have you for this evening, what masque, what music? How shall we beguile the lazy time if not with some delight?
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"A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus and his love Thisbe, very tragical mirth." How shall we find the concord of this discord.
I will hear the play.
It is not for you. I have heard it over. And it is nothing.
There is a brief how many sports are ripe.
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