TITANIA sleeps. Enter the clowns:
FLUTE, SNUG, SNOUT,
Pat, pat. And here’s a marvelous convenient place for
our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this
hawthorn-brake our tiring-house, and we will do it in action as we
will do it before the duke.
What sayest thou, bully Bottom?
5There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisbe that will
never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself,
which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?
By 'r lakin, a parlous fear.
I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
Not a whit. I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue,
and let the prologue seem to say we will do no harm with our swords,
and that Pyramus is not killed indeed. And for the more better
assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom the
weaver. This will put them out of fear.