Act Four Scene Two
A4S1>>> at her death.
Enter Quince, Flute, Thisbe, Snout, and Starveling.
A4S1--- at her death.
Have you sent to Bottom's house? Is he come home yet?
--- come home yet?
He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is transported.
--- he is transported.
If he come not, then the play is marred. It goes not forward, doth it?
--- forward, doth it?
It is not possible: you have not a man in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus but he.
--- Pyramus but he.
No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in Athens.
--- man in Athens.
Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very Paramour, for a sweet voice.
--- a sweet voice.
You must say Paragon. A Paramour is, God bless us, a thing of nought.
>>> thing of nought.
Enter Snug the Joiner.
--- thing of nought.
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.
--- been made men.
O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life; he could not have 'scaped sixpence a day. And 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.
>>> Pyramus, or nothing.
--- Pyramus, or nothing.
Where are these Lads? Where are these hearts?
--- are these hearts?
Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour!
--- most happy hour!
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 everything as it fell out.
--- it fell out.
Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
--- 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 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 Thisbe have clean linen; and let not him that plays the Lion pare 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.
>>> Away! Go, away.