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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 . 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 not true Athenian . I will tell you everything , right as it fell out . QUINCE . Let us hear , sweet Bottom . 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 garlick , 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 ! [ Exeunt . ] ACT V SCENE I . Athens . An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus Enter Theseus , Hippolyta , Philostrate , Lords and Attendants . HIPPOLYTA . ’ Tis strange , my Theseus , that these lovers speak 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 : One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is the madman : the lover , all as frantic , Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet’s eye , in a fine frenzy rolling , Doth glance from heaven to earth , from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . Such tricks hath strong imagination , That if it would but apprehend some joy , It comprehends some bringer of that joy . Or in the night , imagining some fear , How easy is a bush supposed a bear ?
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