Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 441 words
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No remedy, my Lord, when walls are so wilful, to hear without warning. This is the silliest stuff, that ever I heard. The best, in this kind, are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. It must be your imagination, then; & not theirs. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts, in a man and a Lyon. You Ladies, you (whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse, that creeps on floor) May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, When Lion rough, in wildest rage, doth roar. Then know that I, as Snug the joiner am A Lion fell, nor else no lions dam. For, if I should, as Lion, come in strife, Into this place, 'twere pity on my life. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. The very best at a beast, my Lord, that ere I saw. This Lion is a very fox, for his valour. True: and a goose for his discretion. Not so my Lord. For his valour cannot carry his discretion: and the fox carries the goose. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour. For the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon present. He should have worn the horns, on his head. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible, within the circumference. This lantern doth the horned moon present, Myself, the manith Moon, do seem to be. This is the greatest error of all the rest; the man should be put into the lantern▪ How is it else the manith Moon? He dares not come there, for the candle. For, you see, it is already in snuff. I am a weary of this Moon. Would he would change. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane: but yet in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Proceed, Moon. All that I have to say, is to tell you, that the lantern is the Moon, I the manith Moon, this thorn bush my thorn bush, and this dog my dog. Why? All these should be in the lantern: for all these are in the Moon. But silence: here comes Thisbe. This is old Ninies tomb. Where is my love? Lion, Oh. Well roared, Lyon. Well run, Thisbe. Well shone Moon. Truly, the Moon shines, with a good grace. Well mouzed, Lyon. And then came Pyramus. And so the Lion vanished.
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No remedy, my Lord, when wals are so wilfull, to heare without warning. This is the silliest stuffe, that euer I heard. The best, in this kinde, are but shadowes: and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. It must be your imagination, then; & not theirs. If we imagine no worse of them, then they of thē selues, they may passe for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts, in a man and a Lyon. You Ladies, you (whose gentle hearts do feare The smallest monstrous mouse, that creepes on floore) May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, When Lyon rough, in wildest rage, doth roare. Then know that I, as Snug the Ioyner am A Lyon fell, nor else no Lyons damme. For, if I should, as Lyon, come in strife, Into this place, 'twere pitty on my life. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. The very best at a beast, my Lord, that ere I saw. This Lyon is a very fox, for his valour. True: and a goose for his discretion. Not so my Lord. For his valour cannot carry his discretion: and the fox carries the goose. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour. For the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leaue it to his discretion, and let vs listen to the Moone. This lanthorne doth the horned moone present. He should haue worne the hornes, on his head. He is no crescent, and his hornes are inuisible, within the circumference. This lanthorne doth the horned moone present, My selfe, the manith Moone, doe seeme to be. This is the greatest errour of all the rest; the man should be put into the lanthorne▪ How is it else the manith Moone? He dares not come there, for the candle. For, you see, it is already in snuffe. I am a weary of this Moone. Would hee woulde change. It appeares, by his small light of discretion, that hee is in the wane: but yet in curtesie, in all reason, wee must stay the time. Proceede, Moone. All that I haue to say, is to tell you, that the lanthorne is the Moone, I the manith Moone, this thorne bush my thorne bush, and this dogge my dogge. Why? All these should be in the lanthorne: for all these are in the Moone. But silence: here comes Thisby. This is ould Ninies tumbe. Where is my loue? Lyon, Oh. Well roard, Lyon. Well runne, Thisby. Well shone Moone. Truly, the Moone shines, with a good grace. Well mouz'd, Lyon. And then came Pyramus. And so the Lyon vanisht.