112
A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
act v
Lysander.
Accompany your hearts! More than to us
Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed!
Theseus.
Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have,
To wear away this long age of three hours
Between our after-supper and bed-time?
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand? Is there no play,
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
Call Philostrate.
Philostrate.
Call Philostrate. Here, mighty Theseus.
Theseus.
Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?
What masque? what music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time, if not with some delight?
Philostrate.
There is a brief how many sports are ripe:
Make choice of which your highness will see first.
[Giving a paper.
