A Midsummer Night's Dream Page #3

for it is nothing but roaring.

Roar!

Roar!

Let me play the lion, too.

I will roar that I will do

any man's heart good to hear me.

I will roar that

I will make the duke say,

"Let him roar again.

Let him roar again!"

But you should do it

too terribly,

that you would fright

the duchess and the ladies,

and they would shriek.

And that were enough

to hang us all.

I grant you, friends,

if I should fright the ladies

out of their wits,

they would have no more

discretion but to hang us.

But I will aggravate my voice

so that I will roar you

as gently as any sucking dove;

I will roar you

an 'twere any nightingale.

[ Quietly Roaring ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Dog Barking ]

Aah--

[ Laughing ]

You can play no part

but Pyramus.

Pyramus is a sweet-faced man,

a proper man as one shall see

in a summer's day,

a most lovely gentleman like man.

Therefore you must

needs play Pyramus.

Well...

I will undertake it.

Masters,

you have all your parts,

and I am to entreat you

to con them by tomorrow night

and to meet in the palace wood,

a mile without the town.

There will we rehearse.

If we meet in the city,

we will be dogged by company

and our devices known.

Pray you fail me not.

We will meet

and there we may rehearse

most obscenely

and courageously.

Take pains.

Be perfect.

Adieu.

[ Italian Operatic Singing ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Thunder ]

[ Thunder ]

Ere Demetrius looked

on Hermia's eyne,

he hailed down oaths

that he was only mine.

And when this hail

some heat from Hermia felt,

so he dissolved,

and showers of oaths did melt.

I will go tell him

of fair Hermia's flight.

Then to the wood this very night

will he pursue her.

[ Thunder ]

[ Pipes Playing ]

Get off!.

Get off there!

Ah, fie!

Oh, sweet beauty!

How now, spirit?

Whither wander you?

Over hill, over dale,

through bush,

through a briar,

over park, over pale,

through flood, through a fire,

I do wander everywhere.

Swifter than the moon's sphere.

And I serve the fairy queen,

to dew her orbs upon the green.

Either I mistake your shape

and making quite,

or else you are that shrewd

and knavish sprite

called Robin Goodfellow.

Are not you he

that frights the maidens

of the villagery--

Psst!

Skims milk, and sometimes

labors in the quern

and bootless makes

the breathless housewife churn?

Are not you he?

Thou speak'st aright.

I am that merry wanderer

of the night.

I jest to Oberon

and make him smile

when I a fatand

bean-fed horse beguile,

neighing in likeness

of a filly foal.

And sometimes...

Ugh!

Farewell,thou lob of spirits.

I'll be gone.

The queen and all her elves

come here anon.

The king doth keep

his revels here tonight.

Take heed the queen come

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes