But It Seems Your Hour Has Come Again
A Midsummer Nighttime's Dream Translation Act iv, Scene one
LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA continue to sleep onstage. TITANIA enters with Bottom (who still has a donkey'southward head) and the fairies PEASEBLOSSOM, Fiber, MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED. OBERON enters behind them, unseen by the others.
TITANIA
[To BOTTOM] Come up, sit down thee downwardly upon this flowery bed While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, And stick musk roses in thy sleek, shine head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
TITANIA
[To BOTTOM] Come and sit down hither on this flowery bed while I cuddle your lovable cheeks, and stick roses into the fur of your silky, smooth head, and kiss your large, cute ears, my gentle darling.
BOTTOM
Where's Peaseblossom?
Lesser
Where'due south Peaseblossom?
PEASEBLOSSOM
At your service.
Bottom
Scratch my caput, Peaseblossom. Where's Monsieur Cobweb?
BOTTOM
Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where'southward Sir Cobweb?
Lesser
Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, become you lot your weapons in your hand and kill me a cherry-hipped apprehensive-bee on the tiptop of a thistle. And, good monsieur, bring me the honey bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the activity, monsieur. And good monsieur, accept a intendance the beloved bag pause not. I would exist loath to accept you lot overflown with a honey bag, signor.
Lesser
Monsieur Cobweb, my good sir, get out your weapons and kill for me a crimson-tailed bumblebee that has landed on a thistle. And, good sir, bring me its beloved. Now don't overwork yourself besides much in doing information technology, sir. Oh, and good sir, be careful not to intermission the dearest-sac. I'd be sad if you drowned in beloved, sir.
Where'southward Monsieur Mustardseed?
MUSTARDSEED
At your service.
BOTTOM
Requite me your neaf, Monsieur Mustardseed. Pray yous, leave your courtesy, adept monsieur.
BOTTOM
Give me your first, Sir Mustardseed. Please, no need to have off your hat and bow, good sir.
MUSTARDSEED
What's your will?
MUSTARDSEED
What would you similar?
Lesser
Nothing, proficient monsieur, but to aid Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvelous hairy about the face. And I am such a tender ass, if my hair practise but tickle me, I must scratch.
BOTTOM
Nothing, proficient sir, except for yous to assist Sir Fiber scratch my head. I should go to the hairdresser's, sir, because I think I'm getting amazingly hairy on my face. And I am such a sensitive ass that if my pilus fifty-fifty tickles me fifty-fifty slightly, I take to scratch.
TITANIA
What, wilt g hear some music, my sweet love?
TITANIA
Would y'all like to hear some music, my sweet dear?
BOTTOM
I have a reasonable skillful ear in music. Let'southward have the tongs and the bones.
BOTTOM
I have a adequately adept ear for music. Let'due south have someone play the triangle and smack some sticks together.
TITANIA
Or say, sweet love, what one thousand desirest to eat.
TITANIA
Or tell me, sweet love, what y'all want to consume.
Lesser
Truly, a peck of provender. I could munch your proficient dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Skillful hay, sweet hay, hath no young man.
BOTTOM
Actually, I'd like ii gallons of beast feed. Or I wouldn't mind munching on some good dry out oats. Though I think I would also actually like a bundle of hay. Good, sweetness hay has no equal.
TITANIA
I take a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard and fetch thee new basics.
TITANIA
I have an adventurous fairy who'll go find a squirrel'southward undercover stockpile and get you fresh basics.
BOTTOM
I had rather take a handful or two of stale peas. But, I pray you, allow none of your people stir me. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
Bottom
I'd rather have a handful or two of dried peas. Merely, please, don't allow any of your attendants wake me up. An exposition for sleep has come over me.
TITANIA
Slumber thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways abroad.
TITANIA
Sleep my beloved, and I will put my arms around you lot. Fairies, leave of here. Go off in all directions.
So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist. The female ivy then Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. Oh, how I love thee! How I dote on thee!
I'll wrap my artillery around you just every bit the tendrils of the woodbine plant gently twist effectually the sweetness honeysuckle, and merely as the female ivy curls effectually the branches of the elm tree. Oh, how I love you! How I dear to take intendance of you!
Lesser and TITANIA fall comatose.
OBERON
Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For, meeting her of late backside the woods, Seeking sweetness favors from this hateful fool, I did upbraid her and fall out with her. For she his hairy temples and then had rounded With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers, And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, Stood now inside the pretty flowerets' eyes Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. When I had at my pleasure taunted her And she in mild terms begged my patience, I then did enquire of her her changeling child, Which direct she gave me and her fairy sent To bear him to my bower in Fairyland. And now I accept the boy, I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes. And, gentle Puck, take this transformèd scalp From off the head of this Athenian swain, That, he awaking when the other practice, May all to Athens dorsum once more repair And think no more of this evening's accidents But as the fierce vexation of a dream. Simply first I will release the fairy queen. [Squeezing flower juice into TITANIA'southward eyes] Be as thou wast wont to exist. See as g wast wont to see. Dian'south bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessèd power. Now, my Titania, wake yous, my sweet queen.
OBERON
Welcome, practiced Robin. Practice you see this sweet sight? I've now begun to pity Titania for her obsessive crush. I met her a while ago nearly the border of the forest as she was searching for pretty flowers for this intolerable idiot, and I scolded her and fought with her. She had put a little crown of fresh, sweet-smelling flowers around his hairy forehead. And the dew, which used to decorate the flowers like the most beautiful pearls, now lay in the center of the flowers similar tears of shame for being forced to sit on that ass' head. Later on taunting her as much I wanted to, she quietly asked me to end, and then I asked her for the Indian male child. Correct away she agreed to give him to me, and sent a fairy to bring him to my bedchamber in Fairyland. Now that I have the boy, I'll disengage the awful flaw affecting Titania's eyes. And, gentle Puck, remove the donkey' head from the caput of this Athenian yokel, so that when he wakes up forth with the others, they tin can all render to Athens and remember the craziness of this nighttime every bit aught more than the wild troubles of a bad dream. But first I'll cure the fairy queen. [Squeezing juice from the second flower into TITANIA's eyes] Be the way you used to exist, and run into the way y'all used to come across. This juice comes from a blossom bud belonging to Diana , and it has the power to overturn the effects of the juice from Cupid'due south flower. Now, Titania, wake up, my sugariness queen.
TITANIA
[Waking] My Oberon, what visions accept I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass.
TITANIA
[Waking up] My dear Oberon, what a wild dream I had! I dreamed I was in dearest with an ass.
OBERON
In that location lies your beloved.
OBERON
Your love is lying right there.
TITANIA
How came these things to pass? Oh, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
TITANIA
How did all this happen? Oh, my eyes tin can't stand to encounter his face now!
OBERON
Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. Titania, music call, and strike more dead Than mutual sleep of all these 5 the sense.
OBERON
Be quiet for a while. Robin, remove his ass' caput. Titania, call to your fairies for some music, so that these 5 humans will sleep more deeply than is normal.
TITANIA
Music, ho! Music such as charmeth slumber!
TITANIA
Music, now! Play music that magically makes people slumber.
ROBIN
[Taking the donkey' head off Bottom] At present when thou wakest, with thine own fool'southward eyes peep.
ROBIN
[Taking the donkey' head off of Lesser]
Now when you wake upwards, y'all'll run into things with your own foolish eyes over again.
OBERON
Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. [Dances with TITANIA] At present thou and I are new in amity, And will tomorrow midnight solemnly Trip the light fantastic toe in Duke Theseus' firm triumphantly, And bless it to all off-white prosperity. At that place shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
OBERON
Play the music! Come hither, my queen, take my easily. And we'll trip the light fantastic toe on the footing where these sleepers are lying, and and then rock them to slumber. [Dances with TITANIA] Now that yous and I are again at peace, tomorrow at midnight we will perform a ceremonial trip the light fantastic toe at Duke Theseus' palace to celebrate and bless his marriage with good fortune. These two pairs of faithful lovers will get married along with Theseus, all in bully joy.
ROBIN
Fairy King, attend, and mark. I do hear the morn lark.
ROBIN
Fairy King, pay attention, and listen. I tin can hear the singing of the lark, which sings when it is morning.
OBERON
Then, my queen, in silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade. We the globe can compass presently Swifter than the wandering moon.
OBERON
And so, my queen, let'southward quietly and seriously follow subsequently the night, crossing the earth faster even than the moon.
TITANIA
Come, my lord, and in our flight Tell me how information technology came tonight That I sleeping here was institute With these mortals on the ground.
TITANIA
Come, my lord, and equally nosotros fly you can tell me what happened in the night that resulted in me sleeping with these humans on the basis.
OBERON, TITANIA, and ROBIN exit.
A hunting horn blows. THESEUS enters with, EGEUS, HIPPOLYTA, and his servants.
THESEUS
Go, ane of you, find out the forester. For now our ascertainment is performed. And since nosotros have the vaward of the 24-hour interval, My love shall hear the music of my hounds. Uncouple in the western valley. Permit them become. Acceleration, I say, and find the forester.
THESEUS
Get, one of yous, and find the forest ranger. Now that we've completed the May Solar day ceremonies, and since we are still in the early part of the twenty-four hours, my love volition get to hear the musical barking of my dogs as we go hunting. Unleash the dogs in the western valley. Let them get. Now go, I say, and find the forest ranger.
One of the servants exits.
We will, off-white queen, up to the mountain's pinnacle,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and repeat in conjunction.
My cute queen, we'll become up the mountaintop and listen to the musical chaos of the dogs' barking and their echoes.
HIPPOLYTA
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a forest of Crete they bayed the bear With hounds of Sparta. Never did I hear Such gallant chiding. For, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region about Seemed all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
HIPPOLYTA
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, when their Spartan hunting dogs surrounded a comport. I'd never before heard barking that courageous. Not merely the forests, but also the skies, the waterfalls, everything nearby seemed to be part of the aforementioned communal weep. I'd never heard such wild music, such lovely thunder.
THESEUS
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, and so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep abroad the forenoon dew, Crook-kneed, and dew-lapped like Thessalian bulls, Slow in pursuit, but matched in rima oris like bells, Each under each. A cry more tunable Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly. Approximate when you hear. But, soft! What nymphs are these?
THESEUS
My dogs are bred from Spartan line. They accept the same fleshy folds effectually their jaws, the aforementioned sandy color, and on their heads they have the same ears that hang depression enough to brush the morning dew from the grass. They have kleptomaniacal knees, and folds of skin hang down nether their necks, like bulls from the region of Thessaly. Though they're not very fast when chasing prey, their barks audio like a set of bells—different notes, but all perfectly in tune. No one has ever blown a hunting horn in answer to a more melodic pack of dogs—not in Crete, or Sparta, or Thessaly. Judge for yourself when you hear them. But wait! Who are these girls?
EGEUS
My lord, this is my daughter here comatose. And this, Lysander. This Demetrius is. This Helena, old Nedar'south Helena. I wonder of their being hither together.
EGEUS
My lord, this is my daughter, asleep. And that'south Lysander. This one here is Demetrius. This is Helena—onetime Nedar'due south daughter Helena. I wonder why they're all hither together.
THESEUS
No doubt they rose upward early on to observe The rite of May, and hearing our intent Came hither in grace our solemnity. Just speak, Egeus. Is not this the twenty-four hours That Hermia should requite answer of her option?
THESEUS
Most likely they woke upward early to gloat May Mean solar day and, knowing nosotros would exist here, they came to nourish and accolade our ceremony. Simply tell me, Egeus, isn't today the day when Hermia has to tell us whether she'southward chosen Demetrius, death, or to become a virgin priestess?
THESEUS
Get tell the hunters to wake them past blowing their horns.
One of the servants exits.
Wind, horns, and shouts inside. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA wake and outset up.
THESEUS
Expert morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past. Begin these woodbirds only to couple at present?
THESEUS
Skillful morning, my friends. Valentine's Mean solar day is over. Have you lovebirds only begun to couple upwardly now?
LYSANDER
Pardon, my lord.
LYSANDER
Forgive u.s., my lord.
LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA all kneel.
THESEUS
I pray y'all all, stand up.
THESEUS
Please, all of yous, stand up.
LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA all stand up upwards.
[To LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS] I know you 2 are rival enemies. How comes this gentle concord in the world, That hatred is and then far from jealousy To sleep by hate and fear no enmity?
[To LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS] I know you two are bitter rivals. What has happened to make the world such a gentle identify that two people who hate each other somehow don't distrust each other, and in fact are willing to sleep next to an enemy without fear of being harmed?
LYSANDER
My lord, I shall respond amazèdly, Half sleep, one-half waking. But equally nevertheless, I swear, I cannot truly say how I came here. But every bit I think—for truly would I speak, And now exercise I bethink me, so it is— I came with Hermia hither. Our intent Was to be gone from Athens, where we might, Without the peril of the Athenian law—
LYSANDER
My lord, I tin only respond that I am also baffled, and feel as if I am half asleep, half awake. I can't honestly say how I wound up here. Merely I think—and I want to speak honestly, and now that I think about it, I'm sure information technology'southward truthful. I came hither with Hermia. Our plan was to escape from Athens so that we could, without the threat of Athenian law—
EGEUS
[To THESEUS] Enough, enough, my lord. You take enough! I beg the law, the constabulary, upon his caput. They would take stol'n away, they would, Demetrius, Thereby to accept defeated y'all and me, You of your wife and me of my consent, Of my consent that she should be your married woman.
EGEUS
[To THESEUS] Enough, enough, my lord. Y'all've heard plenty: I ask that the police, the law, be brought downward upon his caput. Demetrius, these two were going to run abroad in order to trick united states, stealing your married woman from you and stealing from me of my ability to society that she should exist your wife.
DEMETRIUS
[To THESEUS] My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither to this wood. And I in fury hither followed them, Fair Helena in fancy post-obit me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power— Merely by some power it is—my dear to Hermia, Melted as the snow, seems to me at present As the remembrance of an idle gaud Which in my childhood I did dote upon. And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena. To her, my lord, Was I matrimonial ere I saw Hermia. But like in sickness did I loathe this food. Just every bit in health, come to my natural gustatory modality, Now I do wish it, honey it, long for it, And will for evermore exist truthful to it.
DEMETRIUS
[To THESEUS] My lord, the beautiful Helena told me they were going to sneak away to escape into this forest. In a fury, I followed them here, and the lovely Helena followed me because of her love for me. Now, my adept lord, I don't know what made this happen—but past some power it did happen—my love for Hermia melted away like snow. That love seems to me at present similar a memory of some worthless trinket I used to beloved when I was a child. Now the but person to whom I want to be faithful, who owns my entire center, who is the greatest pleasure to my eye, is Helena. I was engaged to her before I e'er met Hermia. But then, similar a sick homo who tin can't stand up the nutrient that sustains him, I hated her for a time. But now, healthy in one case again, my normal taste has returned. Now I want Helena. I dearest her, and long for her, and volition always be truthful to her.
THESEUS
Fair lovers, you are fortunately met. Of this soapbox we more volition hear anon. Egeus, I volition overbear your will. For in the temple by and past with us These couples shall eternally be knit. And, for the morning now is something worn, Our purposed hunting shall be set aside. Away with us to Athens. Three and iii, We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. Come, Hippolyta.
THESEUS
Beautiful lovers, it's lucky that you lot've met me here. You'll tell me more about all of this later. Egeus, I'grand overruling your commands. Later on in the temple these couples volition exist married alongside Hippolyta and me. And now, because the morning is about over, we'll set aside our planned hunting. Come with us to Athens. 3 men and three women, we'll throw a feast and celebration. Come up forth, Hippolyta.
THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and the servants and followers exit.
DEMETRIUS
These things seem small and undistinguishable, Similar furthermost mountains turnèd into clouds.
DEMETRIUS
Everything that happened seems distant and difficult to effigy out, similar mountains that look like clouds from far abroad.
HERMIA
Methinks I encounter these things with parted eye, When everything seems double.
HERMIA
Information technology seems to me that my eyes are out of focus, and everything looks double.
HELENA
And so methinks. And I have establish Demetrius like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own.
HELENA
Me too. Information technology's like I came upon Demetrius like a jewel I found by accident, and then that while he is in my possession, he might really belong to someone else.
DEMETRIUS
Are you lot sure That nosotros are awake? It seems to me That withal nosotros sleep, we dream. Exercise non yous think The duke was hither, and bid us follow him?
DEMETRIUS
Are you sure that nosotros're awake? Information technology seems to me like we are sleeping, and dreaming. Practice y'all think the duke was really just hither, and told us to follow him?
HERMIA
Yea, and my male parent.
HERMIA
Yes I do, and my father was here too.
LYSANDER
And he did bid us follow to the temple.
LYSANDER
And he told us to follow him to the temple.
DEMETRIUS
Why then, we are awake. Let'south follow him And by the way let us recount our dreams.
DEMETRIUS
Well, then, we're awake. Let'southward follow him. And every bit we get, why don't we tell each other our dreams?
LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA exit.
BOTTOM
[Waking] When my cue comes, telephone call me, and I will answer. My next is "Most fair Pyramus." Heigh-ho! Peter Quince? Flute the bellows-mender? Snout the tinker? Starveling? God'southward my life, stol'n hence, and left me comatose? I have had a near rare vision. I have had a dream—past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is simply an donkey if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man tin can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had—but human is but a patched fool if he will offer to say what methought I had. The heart of human hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to gustation, his tongue to conceive, nor his middle to report what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a carol of this dream. Information technology shall be called "Bottom's Dream" because it hath no lesser. And I will sing it in the latter cease of a play earlier the knuckles. Possibly, to brand information technology more than gracious, I shall sing information technology at her expiry.
BOTTOM
[Waking up] When it's my cue, call me—and I'll say my line. My next cue is "Most handsome Pyramus." Hey at that place! Peter Quince? Flute the bellows-repairman? Snout the repairman? Starveling? My God, they went away from here, and left me asleep? I take had the strangest dream. I take had a dream so foreign that it'due south across explanation. A man would exist a fool if he tried to explain this dream. I thought I was—well, nobody could depict what I was. I thought I was, and I thought I had—but a human would have to be a truthful fool to try and say what I thought I had. My dream was so odd that no homo'due south eyes accept heard, or his ears have seen, or his easily take tasted, or his tongue felt, or his heart described what it was like. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad about this dream. It volition be called "Bottom'southward Dream" because it's and then complex that it has no lesser. And I'll sing information technology for the duke at the end of the play. Or, meliorate yet, to brand it more pleasing, I'll sing it when Thisbe dies.
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