SCENE II.
Athens. QUINCE'S house

Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING

QUINCE. Have you sent to Bottom's house? Is he come home yet?
STARVELING. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is
transported.
FLUTE. If he come not, then the play is marr'd; 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 preferr'd. In any case, let Thisby 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 garlic, 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