SCENE II. The Same. A Room in a Cottage.
[Enter SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, QUINCE, and STARVELING.]
Is all our company here?
You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit, through all
Athens, to play in our interlude before the duke and duchess on his wedding-day at
First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then read the names of
the actors; and so grow to a point.
Marry, 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 a merry.--
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.
What 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 Ercles rarely, or a part to tear
a cat in, to make all split.
The raging rocks
And shivering shocks
Shall break the locks
And Phibbus' car
Shall shine from far,
And make and mar
The foolish Fates.
This was lofty.--Now name the rest of the players.--This is
Ercles' vein, a tyrant's
vein;--a lover is more condoling.
Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
Here, Peter Quince.
Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
Nay, faith, let not me play a woman; I have a beard coming.
That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as
An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too:
I'll speak in a monstrous
little voice;--'Thisne, Thisne!'--
Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby dear! and lady
No, no, you must play Pyramus; and, Flute, you Thisby.
Robin Starveling, the tailor.
Here, Peter Quince.
Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother.--
Tom Snout, the
Here, Peter Quince.
You, Pyramus' father; myself, Thisby's father;--Snug, 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
You may do it extempore, 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 the duke say 'Let him roar again, let him roar
An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the
ladies, that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all.
That would hang us every mother's son.
I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they
would have no more discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my voice so, that I
will roar you as
gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any
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 needs play Pyramus.
Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in?
Why, what you will.
I will discharge it in either your straw-colour beard, your orange-tawny
beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your perfect
Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play
bare-faced.-- But, masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request you, and
desire you, to
con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by
moonlight; there will we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogg'd with
company, and our devices known. In the meantime I will draw a bill of properties, such as
our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.
We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously. Take
pains; be perfect; adieu.
At the duke's oak we meet.
Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings.