{"product_id":"2940012359698","title":"A Fairy Tale In Two Acts","description":"DRAMATIS PERSONAE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMEN.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuince, a Carpenter,            Mr. Love.\u003cbr\u003eBottom, the Weaver,             Mr. Baddely.\u003cbr\u003eSnug, the Joiner,               Mr. Clough.\u003cbr\u003eFlute, the Bellows-mender,      Mr. Castle.\u003cbr\u003eSnout, the Tinker,              Mr. Ackman.\u003cbr\u003eStarveling, the Taylor,         Mr. Parsons.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFAIRIES.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOberon, King of the Fairies,    Miss Rogers.\u003cbr\u003eTitania, Queen of the Fairies,  Miss Ford.\u003cbr\u003ePuck,                           Master Cape.\u003cbr\u003eFirst Fairy,                    Miss Wright.\u003cbr\u003eSecond Fairy,                   Master Raworth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOther Fairies attending the King and Queen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSCENE, Athens, and a Wood not far from it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA FAIRY TALE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eACT I. SCENE I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSCENE a Room in Quince's House.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snowt, and Starveling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIs all our company here?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to\u003cbr\u003ethe scrip.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. Here is the scrowl of every man's name, which is thought\u003cbr\u003efit through all Athens to play in our interlude before the Duke and\u003cbr\u003eDutchess, on his wedding day at night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then\u003cbr\u003eread the names of the actors; and so grow on to a point.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. Marry, our play is the most lamentable comedy, and most cruel\u003cbr\u003edeath of Pyramus and Thisby.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry. Now, good\u003cbr\u003ePeter Quince, call forth your actors by the scrowl. Masters, spread\u003cbr\u003eyourselves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom the weaver!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and proceed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. What is Pyramus, a lover, or a tyrant?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. A lover that kills himself most gallantly for love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it: If I\u003cbr\u003edo it let the audience look to their eyes; I will move storms; I will\u003cbr\u003econdole in some measure. To the rest; yet, my chief humour is for a\u003cbr\u003etyrant; I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in. \"To\u003cbr\u003emake all split the raging rocks and shivering shocks shall break the\u003cbr\u003elocks of prison-gates, and Phibbus carr shall shine from far, and make\u003cbr\u003eand mar the foolish fates!\" This was lofty. Now name the rest of\u003cbr\u003ethe players. This is Ercles vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is more\u003cbr\u003econdoling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlu. Here, Peter Quince.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. Flute, you must take Thisby on you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlu. What is Thisby, a wand'ring knight?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. It is the Lady that Pyramus must love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFlu. Nay, faith, let not me play a woman, I have a beard coming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. That's all one, you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak\u003cbr\u003esmall as you will.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too; I'll speak in a\u003cbr\u003emonstrous little voice; Thisne, Thisne, ah Pyramus my lover dear, thy\u003cbr\u003eThisby dear, and lady dear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. No, no, you must play Pyramus; and Flute, you Thisby.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. Well, proceed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. Robin Starveling, the Taylor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStar. Here, Peter Quince.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTom Snowt, the tinker.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSnowt. Here, Peter Quince.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's father; Snug the\u003cbr\u003ejoiner, you the Lion's part; I hope there is a play fitted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSnug. Have you the Lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give it\u003cbr\u003eme, for I am slow of study.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. Let me play the Lion too, I will roar, that I will do any man's\u003cbr\u003eheart good to hear me. I will roar, that I will make the Duke say, let\u003cbr\u003ehim roar again, let him roar again!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. If you should do it too terribly, you would fright the\u003cbr\u003eDutchess and the Ladies, that they would shriek, and that were enough\u003cbr\u003eto hang us all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll. That would hang us every mother's son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. I grant you, friends, if you should fright the Ladies out of\u003cbr\u003etheir wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us; but\u003cbr\u003eI will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any\u003cbr\u003esucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. You can play no part but Pyramus, for Pyramus is a sweet fac'd\u003cbr\u003eman, a proper man as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely\u003cbr\u003egentleman-like man: therefore you must needs play Pyramus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it\u003cbr\u003ein?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQuin. Why what you will.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBot. 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