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ACT 4 SCENE 2 Setting: Athens. A room in QUINCE'S house.
Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING
| QUINCE | Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? | |
| STARVELING | He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is | |
| transported. | ||
| FLUTE | If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes | |
| not forward, doth it? | ||
| QUINCE | It is not possible: you have not a man in all | |
| Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he. | ||
| FLUTE | No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft | |
| man in Athens. | 10 | |
| QUINCE | Yea and the best person too; and he is a very | |
| paramour for a sweet voice. | ||
| FLUTE | You must say 'paragon:' a paramour is, God bless us, | |
| a thing of naught. | ||
| Enter SNUG | ||
| 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. | ||
| FLUTE | O sweet bully Bottom! 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. | ||
| Enter BOTTOM | ||
| BOTTOM | Where are these lads? where are these hearts? | |
| QUINCE | Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour! | |
| BOTTOM | 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. | ||
| QUINCE | Let us hear, sweet Bottom. | 29 |
| 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 ribbons to your | ||
| pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look | ||
| o'er 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, for they shall hang out for the | ||
| lion's claws. 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! | 40 | |
| Exeunt |