[030] Bot. 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 [034] the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any 035 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 [038] 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 [040] words: away! go, away! [Exeunt.
ACT V.
[000] Scene I. Athens. The palace of Theseus.
MSND V. 1 Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, and Attendants.
Hip. ’Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of.
The. More strange than true: I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
[005] Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
[006] More than cool reason ever comprehends.