{"product_id":"a-midsummer-nights-dream-isbn-9780143128588","title":"A Midsummer Night's Dream","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe acclaimed Pelican Shakespeare series, now in a dazzling new series design\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWinner of the 2016 AIGA + Design Observer 50 Books | 50 Covers competition\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eGold Medal Winner of the 3x3 Illustration Annual No. 14\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eThis edition of \u003ci\u003eA Midsummer Night’s Dream\u003c\/i\u003e is edited with an introduction by Russ McDonald and was recently repackaged with cover art by Manuja Waldia. Waldia received a Gold Medal from the Society of Illustrators for the Pelican Shakespeare series.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The legendary Pelican Shakespeare series features authoritative and meticulously researched texts paired with scholarship by renowned Shakespeareans. 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Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.\u003cp\u003e“Gorgeous new Shakespeare paperbacks.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Marlon James, author of \u003ci\u003eA Brief History of Seven Killings\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“I have been using the Pelican Shakespeare for years in my lecture course--it's invaluable, the best individual-volume series available for students.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eMarjorie Garber, William R. Kenan, Jr. Professor of English and Visual and Environmental Studies, Harvard University\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare \u003c\/b\u003ewas born in Stratford-upon-Avon in April 1564, and his birth is traditionally celebrated on April 23. The facts of his life, known from surviving documents, are sparse. He died on April 23 1616, and was buried in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford. \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eRuss McDonald\u003c\/b\u003e is a professor of English in Goldsmiths College at the University of London. He is the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Bedford Companion to Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e. He has served as a trustee of the Shakespeare Association of America and was a director of the Teaching Shakespeare Institute at the Folger Shakespeare Library.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003elist of parts\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS, Duke of Athens\u003cbr\u003eHIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus\u003cbr\u003eEGEUS, an Athenian courtier, father to Hermia\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER, in love with Hermia\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA, in love with Lysander, but ordered by her father to marry Demetrius\u003cbr\u003eDEMETRIUS, in love with Hermia, though once a suitor to Helena\u003cbr\u003eHELENA, in love with Demetrius\u003cbr\u003ePeter QUINCE, a carpenter and leader of an amateur dramatic group, who speaks the PROLOGUE to their play\u003cbr\u003eNick BOTTOM, a weaver, who plays PYRAMUS in the amateur play\u003cbr\u003eFrancis FLUTE, a bellows-mender, who plays THISBE in the amateur play\u003cbr\u003eSNUG, a joiner, who plays a LION in the amateur play\u003cbr\u003eTom SNOUT, a tinker, who plays a WALL in the amateur play\u003cbr\u003eRobin STARVELING, a tailor, who plays MOONSHINE in the amateur play\u003cbr\u003eOBERON, King of Fairies\u003cbr\u003eTITANIA, Queen of Fairies\u003cbr\u003eROBIN Goodfellow, also known as Puck, a sprite in the service of Oberon\u003cbr\u003ePEASEBLOSSOM\u003cbr\u003eCOBWEB\u003cbr\u003eMOTH\u003cbr\u003eMUSTARDSEED\u003cbr\u003ePHILOSTRATE, an official in Theseus' court\u003cbr\u003eOther Attendants at the court of Theseus; other Fairies attendant upon Oberon\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAct 1 [Scene 1]\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003erunning scene 1\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Theseus, Hippolyta, with others [Philostrate and attendants]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour\u003cbr\u003eDraws on apace. Four happy days bring in\u003cbr\u003eAnother moon: but O, methinks, how slow\u003cbr\u003eThis old moon wanes; she lingers my desires,\u003cbr\u003eLike to a stepdame or a dowager\u003cbr\u003eLong withering out a young man's revenue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHIPPOLYTA Four days will quickly steep themselves in\u003cbr\u003enights,\u003cbr\u003eFour nights will quickly dream away the time.\u003cbr\u003eAnd then the moon, like to a silver bow\u003cbr\u003eNew-bent in heaven, shall behold the night\u003cbr\u003eOf our solemnities.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS Go, Philostrate,\u003cbr\u003eStir up the Athenian youth to merriments,\u003cbr\u003eAwake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth,\u003cbr\u003eTurn melancholy forth to funerals:\u003cbr\u003eThe pale companion is not for our pomp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e[Exit Philostrate]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHippolyta, I wooed thee with my sword,\u003cbr\u003eAnd won thy love doing thee injuries.\u003cbr\u003eBut I will wed thee in another key,\u003cbr\u003eWith pomp, with triumph and with revelling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Egeus and his daughter Hermia, Lysander and Demetrius\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEGEUS Happy be Theseus, our renownèd duke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEGEUS Full of vexation come I, with complaint\u003cbr\u003eAgainst my child, my daughter Hermia.\u003cbr\u003eStand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,\u003cbr\u003eThis man hath my consent to marry her.\u003cbr\u003eStand forth, Lysander. And my gracious duke,\u003cbr\u003eThis man hath bewitched the bosom of my child.-\u003cbr\u003eThou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,\u003cbr\u003eAnd interchanged love-tokens with my child.\u003cbr\u003eThou hast by moonlight at her window sung,\u003cbr\u003eWith feigning voice verses of feigning love,\u003cbr\u003eAnd stol'n the impression of her fantasy\u003cbr\u003eWith bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits,\u003cbr\u003eKnacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats - messengers\u003cbr\u003eOf strong prevailment in unhardened youth -\u003cbr\u003eWith cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart,\u003cbr\u003eTurned her obedience, which is due to me,\u003cbr\u003eTo stubborn harshness.- And, my gracious duke,\u003cbr\u003eBe it so she will not here before your grace\u003cbr\u003eConsent to marry with Demetrius,\u003cbr\u003eI beg the ancient privilege of Athens:\u003cbr\u003eAs she is mine, I may dispose of her;\u003cbr\u003eWhich shall be either to this gentleman\u003cbr\u003eOr to her death, according to our law\u003cbr\u003eImmediately provided in that case.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS What say you, Hermia? Be advised, fair maid,\u003cbr\u003eTo you your father should be as a god,\u003cbr\u003eOne that composed your beauties, yea, and one\u003cbr\u003eTo whom you are but as a form in wax\u003cbr\u003eBy him imprinted and within his power\u003cbr\u003eTo leave the figure or disfigure it.\u003cbr\u003eDemetrius is a worthy gentleman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA So is Lysander.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS In himself he is.\u003cbr\u003eBut in this kind, wanting your father's voice,\u003cbr\u003eThe other must be held the worthier.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA I would my father looked but with my eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS Rather your eyes must with his judgement look.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA I do entreat your grace to pardon me.\u003cbr\u003eI know not by what power I am made bold,\u003cbr\u003eNor how it may concern my modesty\u003cbr\u003eIn such a presence here to plead my thoughts:\u003cbr\u003eBut I beseech your grace that I may know\u003cbr\u003eThe worst that may befall me in this case,\u003cbr\u003eIf I refuse to wed Demetrius.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS Either to die the death or to abjure\u003cbr\u003eForever the society of men.\u003cbr\u003eTherefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,\u003cbr\u003eKnow of your youth, examine well your blood,\u003cbr\u003eWhether, if you yield not to your father's choice,\u003cbr\u003eYou can endure the livery of a nun,\u003cbr\u003eFor aye to be in shady cloister mewed,\u003cbr\u003eTo live a barren sister all your life,\u003cbr\u003eChanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.\u003cbr\u003eThrice blessèd they that master so their blood,\u003cbr\u003eTo undergo such maiden pilgrimage.\u003cbr\u003eBut earthlier happy is the rose distilled\u003cbr\u003eThan that which withering on the virgin thorn\u003cbr\u003eGrows, lives and dies in single blessedness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,\u003cbr\u003eEre I will yield my virgin patent up\u003cbr\u003eUnto his lordship, whose unwishèd yoke\u003cbr\u003eMy soul consents not to give sovereignty.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS Take time to pause, and by the next new\u003cbr\u003emoon -\u003cbr\u003eThe sealing day betwixt my love and me,\u003cbr\u003eFor everlasting bond of fellowship -\u003cbr\u003eUpon that day either prepare to die\u003cbr\u003eFor disobedience to your father's will,\u003cbr\u003eOr else to wed Demetrius, as he would,\u003cbr\u003eOr on Diana's altar to protest\u003cbr\u003eFor aye austerity and single life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia.- And, Lysander, yield\u003cbr\u003eThy crazèd title to my certain right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius:\u003cbr\u003eLet me have Hermia's. Do you marry him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEGEUS Scornful Lysander! True, he hath my love;\u003cbr\u003eAnd what is mine my love shall render him.\u003cbr\u003eAnd she is mine, and all my right of her\u003cbr\u003eI do estate unto Demetrius.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER I am, my lord, as well derived as he,\u003cbr\u003eAs well possessed: my love is more than his,\u003cbr\u003eMy fortunes every way as fairly ranked,\u003cbr\u003eIf not with vantage, as Demetrius',\u003cbr\u003eAnd, which is more than all these boasts can be,\u003cbr\u003eI am beloved of beauteous Hermia.\u003cbr\u003eWhy should not I then prosecute my right?\u003cbr\u003eDemetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,\u003cbr\u003eMade love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,\u003cbr\u003eAnd won her soul: and she, sweet lady, dotes,\u003cbr\u003eDevoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,\u003cbr\u003eUpon this spotted and inconstant man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHESEUS I must confess that I have heard so much,\u003cbr\u003eAnd with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof,\u003cbr\u003eBut, being over-full of self-affairs,\u003cbr\u003eMy mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come,\u003cbr\u003eAnd come, Egeus, you shall go with me.\u003cbr\u003eI have some private schooling for you both.\u003cbr\u003eFor you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself\u003cbr\u003eTo fit your fancies to your father's will,\u003cbr\u003eOr else the law of Athens yields you up -\u003cbr\u003eWhich by no means we may extenuate -\u003cbr\u003eTo death or to a vow of single life.-\u003cbr\u003eCome, my Hippolyta. What cheer, my love?-\u003cbr\u003eDemetrius and Egeus, go along:\u003cbr\u003eI must employ you in some business\u003cbr\u003eAgainst our nuptial and confer with you\u003cbr\u003eOf something nearly that concerns yourselves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEGEUS With duty and desire we follow you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExeunt all but Lysander and Hermia\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?\u003cbr\u003eHow chance the roses there do fade so fast?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA Belike for want of rain, which I could well\u003cbr\u003eBeteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER Ay me, for aught that I could ever read,\u003cbr\u003eCould ever hear by tale or history,\u003cbr\u003eThe course of true love never did run smooth.\u003cbr\u003eBut either it was different in blood-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA O cross! Too high to be enthralled to low.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER Or else misgraffèd in respect of years-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA O spite! Too old to be engaged to young.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER Or else it stood upon the choice of merit-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA O hell! To choose love by another's eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER Or if there were a sympathy in choice,\u003cbr\u003eWar, death or sickness did lay siege to it,\u003cbr\u003eMaking it momentary as a sound,\u003cbr\u003eSwift as a shadow, short as any dream:\u003cbr\u003eBrief as the lightning in the collied night,\u003cbr\u003eThat in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,\u003cbr\u003eAnd ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'\u003cbr\u003eThe jaws of darkness do devour it up:\u003cbr\u003eSo quick bright things come to confusion.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA If then true lovers have been ever crossed,\u003cbr\u003eIt stands as an edict in destiny.\u003cbr\u003eThen let us teach our trial patience,\u003cbr\u003eBecause it is a customary cross,\u003cbr\u003eAs due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs,\u003cbr\u003eWishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER A good persuasion. Therefore hear me,\u003cbr\u003eHermia.\u003cbr\u003eI have a widow aunt, a dowager\u003cbr\u003eOf great revenue, and she hath no child.\u003cbr\u003eFrom Athens is her house removed seven leagues,\u003cbr\u003eAnd she respects me as her only son.\u003cbr\u003eThere, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee,\u003cbr\u003eAnd to that place the sharp Athenian law\u003cbr\u003eCannot pursue us. If thou lov'st me, then\u003cbr\u003eSteal forth thy father's house tomorrow night,\u003cbr\u003eAnd in the wood, a league without the town,\u003cbr\u003eWhere I did meet thee once with Helena,\u003cbr\u003eTo do observance to a morn of May,\u003cbr\u003eThere will I stay for thee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA My good Lysander!\u003cbr\u003eI swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow,\u003cbr\u003eBy his best arrow with the golden head,\u003cbr\u003eBy the simplicity of Venus' doves,\u003cbr\u003eBy that which knitteth souls and prospers love,\u003cbr\u003eAnd by that fire which burned the Carthage queen,\u003cbr\u003eWhen the false Troyan under sail was seen,\u003cbr\u003eBy all the vows that ever men have broke,\u003cbr\u003eIn number more than ever women spoke,\u003cbr\u003eIn that same place thou hast appointed me,\u003cbr\u003eTomorrow truly will I meet with thee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter Helena\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA God speed fair Helena, whither away?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHELENA Call you me fair? That fair again unsay.\u003cbr\u003eDemetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!\u003cbr\u003eYour eyes are lodestars, and your tongue's sweet air\u003cbr\u003eMore tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear\u003cbr\u003eWhen wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.\u003cbr\u003eSickness is catching: O, were favour so,\u003cbr\u003eYour words I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go,\u003cbr\u003eMy ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,\u003cbr\u003eMy tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.\u003cbr\u003eWere the world mine, Demetrius being bated,\u003cbr\u003eThe rest I'll give to be to you translated.\u003cbr\u003eO, teach me how you look, and with what art\u003cbr\u003eYou sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHELENA O, that your frowns would teach my smiles such\u003cbr\u003eskill!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA I give him curses, yet he gives me love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHELENA O, that my prayers could such affection move!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA The more I hate, the more he follows me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHELENA The more I love, the more he hateth me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA His folly, Helena, is none of mine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHELENA None, but your beauty: would that fault were\u003cbr\u003emine!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA Take comfort: he no more shall see my face.\u003cbr\u003eLysander and myself will fly this place.\u003cbr\u003eBefore the time I did Lysander see,\u003cbr\u003eSeemed Athens like a paradise to me.\u003cbr\u003eO, then, what graces in my love do dwell,\u003cbr\u003eThat he hath turned a heaven into hell!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:\u003cbr\u003eTomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold\u003cbr\u003eHer silver visage in the wat'ry glass,\u003cbr\u003eDecking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,\u003cbr\u003eA time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,\u003cbr\u003eThrough Athens' gates have we devised to steal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHERMIA And in the wood, where often you and I\u003cbr\u003eUpon faint primrose beds were wont to lie,\u003cbr\u003eEmptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet,\u003cbr\u003eThere my Lysander and myself shall meet,\u003cbr\u003eAnd thence from Athens turn away our eyes,\u003cbr\u003eTo seek new friends and strange companions.\u003cbr\u003eFarewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us,\u003cbr\u003eAnd good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! -\u003cbr\u003eKeep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight\u003cbr\u003eFrom lovers' food till morrow deep midnight. \u003ci\u003eExit\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLYSANDER I will, my Hermia.- Helena, adieu.\u003cbr\u003eAs you on him, Demetrius dote on you! \u003ci\u003eExit\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHELENA How happy some o'er other some can be!\u003cbr\u003eThrough Athens I am thought as fair as she.\u003cbr\u003eBut what of that? Demetrius thinks not so:\u003cbr\u003eHe will not know what all but he doth know.\u003cbr\u003eAnd as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,\u003cbr\u003eSo I, admiring of his qualities.\u003cbr\u003eThings base and vile, holding no quantity,\u003cbr\u003eLove can transpose to form and dignity.\u003cbr\u003eLove looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,\u003cbr\u003eAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.\u003cbr\u003eNor hath love's mind of any judgement taste,\u003cbr\u003eWings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.\u003cbr\u003eAnd therefore is love said to be a child,\u003cbr\u003eBecause in choice he is often beguiled.\u003cbr\u003eAs waggish boys in game themselves forswear,\u003cbr\u003eSo the boy love is perjured everywhere.\u003cbr\u003eFor ere Demetrius looked on Hermia's eyne,\u003cbr\u003eHe hailed down oaths that he was only mine.\u003cbr\u003eAnd when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,\u003cbr\u003eSo he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.\u003cbr\u003eI will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:\u003cbr\u003eThen to the wood will he tomorrow night\u003cbr\u003ePursue her; and for this intelligence,\u003cbr\u003eIf I have thanks, it is a dear expense.\u003cbr\u003eBut herein mean I to enrich my pain,\u003cbr\u003eTo have his sight thither and back again. \u003ci\u003eExit\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[Act 1 Scene 2]\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003erunning scene 2\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Quince the carpenter, Snug the joiner, Bottom the weaver, Flute the bellows-mender, Snout the tinker and Starveling the tailor\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE Is all our company here?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOTTOM You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit through all Athens to play in our interlude before the duke and the duchess on his wedding day at night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOTTOM First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow on to a point.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE Marry, our play is 'The most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOTTOM A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOTTOM Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOTTOM What is Pyramus, a lover or a tyrant?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE A lover that kills himself most gallantly for love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOTTOM That will ask some tears in the true performing of it. If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes: I will move storms; I will condole in some measure. To the rest - yet my chief humour is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe raging rocks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd shivering shocks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShall break the locks\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf prison gates.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd Phibbus' car\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShall shine from far\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd make and mar\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe foolish Fates.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis was lofty. Now name the rest of the players. This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein: a lover is more condoling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLUTE Here, Peter Quince.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE You must take Thisbe on you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLUTE What is Thisbe? A wand'ring knight?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFLUTE Nay, faith, let not me play a woman: I have a beard coming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eQUINCE That's all one. You shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOTTOM An I may hide my face, let me play Thisbe too. I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne, Thisne!' 'Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear! Thy Thisbe dear and lady dear!'","brand":"Penguin Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302630314213,"sku":"NP9780143128588","price":11.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780143128588.jpg?v=1767720644","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/a-midsummer-nights-dream-isbn-9780143128588","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}