Midsummers

The other Commedia Del’Bard script, Midsummer’s Night’s Dream.  This one was just so fun to do.

 

Bottom
There are fairies here, being kind and courteous to this gentleman, feed me with apricocks and dewberries. They pluck the wings from painted butterflies to fan the moonbeams from my waking eyes.

Puck
Because my mistress is with a monster in love. I led his crew of patches on in distracted fear, and and him I left translated there. In that moment, so it came to pass, Titania woke, and straightway loved an ass.

Bottom
Sings
The woosel cock so black of hue
With orange-tawny hue
The throstle with his note so true….

Puck
Titania prays thee, gentle mortal, sing again. She says thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

Bottom
Not so, neither, but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I would have enough to serve mine own turn.

Puck
Out of this wood, says my mistress Titania, do not desire to go!

Bottom
I cry your worship’s mercy heartily. I beseech your worship’s name.

We hear Hermia and Demetrius approaching.

Puck
On second thought, go, go, look thou must go. Or if you will not, tie up thy lover’s tongue!

Bottom and Puck stand aside as Hermia comes in followed by Demetrius.

Demetrius
Oh, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Hermia
Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, plunge in the deep and kill me, too. Would he have stolen away from sleeping Hermia? Where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Demetrius
I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.

Hermia
Out, dog! Thou driv’st me past the bounds of maiden’s patience. Hast thou slain him, then?

Demetrius
You spend your passion on a misprised mood. I am not guilty of Lysander’s blood, nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Hermia
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.

Demetrius
An if I could, what should I get therefore?

Hermia
A privilege never to see me more. See me no more, whether he be dead or no.

Exits

Demetrius
There is no following her in this fierce vein. Here therefore for a while will I remain, for debt that bankrout sleep doth sorrow owe.

Falls down to sleep. Puck approaches.

Puck
What have I done? I have mistaken quite, and laid the lovejuice on some truelove’s sight.

Bottom
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue some true love turned, and not a false turned true.

Puck
About the wood go swifter than the wind and Helena of Athens look thou find. By some trick see thou bring her here. I’ll charm his eyes against she do appear.

Bottom exits

Flower of this purple dye, hit with Cupid’s archery
Sink in apple of his eye
When thou wak’st thy love be by
Beg of her for remedy.

Uses the flower on Demetrius. Bottom comes back in.

Bottom
Helena is here at hand, and the youth mistook by thee, pleading for a lover’s fee.

Puck
Stand aside. The noise they make will cause Demetrius to awake. Lord what fools these mortals be.

They stand back. Enter Helena with Lysander on her heels.

Lysander
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Look, when I vow, I weep.

Helena
These vows are Hermia’s, will you give her o’er?

Lysander
I had no judgment when to her I swore.

Helena
Nor, none in my mind, now you give her o’er.

Lysander
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

Demetrius wakes.

Demetrius
Oh, Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! O, let me kiss this princess of pure white, this seal of bliss.

Helena
O spite. I see you are all bent to set against me for your merriment. Can you not hate me, as I know you do, but you must join in souls to mock me, too? You are both rivals and love Hermia, and now both rivals to mock Helena.

Lysander
You are unkind, Demetrius. Be not so, for you love Hermia, this you know I know. In Hermia’s love I yield you up my part, and yours of Helena to me bequeath.

Helena
Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Demetrius
Lysander, keep thy Hermia, I will none. If e’er I loved her, all that love is gone. Now to Helen it is home returned.

Lysander
Helen, it is not so.

Demetrius
Disparage not the faith thou does not know. Look, where thy love comes, yonder is thy dear.

Hermia enters.

Hermia
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found. Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. Why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

Lysander
Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?

Hermia
What love could press Lysander from my side?

Lysander
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night. Why seek’st thou me? The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so.

Hermia
You speak not as you think, it cannot be.

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