CHAPTER 4 is here! enjoy!
( Enter Rin, Taito, Len, with five or six other maskers and torchbearers )
Rin: What? Shall this speech be spoke for our excuse, Or shall we on without apology?
Len: The date is out of such prolixity. We'll have no Cupid hoodwinked with a scarf, Bearing a tarter's painted bow of lath, Scaring the ladies like a crowkeeper, But let them measure us us by what they will. We'll measure them a measure and be gone.
Rin: Give me a torch. I am not for this ambling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light.
Taito: Nay, gentle Rin, we must have you dance.
Rin: Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes With nimble soles; I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannnot move.
Taito: You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wing and soar with them above a common boound.
Rin: I am too sore empierced with her shaft to soar with her light feathers, and, so bound, I cannnot bound a pitch above dull woe. Under love's heavy burden do I sink.
Taito: And to sink in it, should you burden love...too great oppression for a tender thing.
Rin: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn.
Taito: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in! A visor for a visor. What care I what curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.
Len: Come; knock and enter. And no sooner in but every man betake her to her legs.
Rin: A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase: I'll be a candle-holder and look on. The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
Taito: Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word. If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire, or...save your reverence...love, wherein thou stickest up to the ears. Come; we burn daylight, ho!
Rin: Nay, that's not so.
Taito: I mean, mame, in delay. We waste our lights in vain, light lights by day. Take our good mening, for our judgment sits five times in that ere once in our fine wits.
Rin: And we mean well in going to thismasque, but 'tis no wit to go.
Taito: Why, may one ask?
Rin: I dreamt s dream tonight.
Taito: And so did I.
Rin: Well, what was yours?
Taito: That dreamers often lie.
Rin: In bed asleep while they do dream things true.
Taito: Oh, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes in a shape no bigger than an agate stone on the forfinger of an alderman, drawn with a team of little atomi over other's noses as they lie asleep. Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, the cover of the wings of grasshoppers, her traces of the smallest spider web, Her collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, her wagoner, a small gray-coated gnat, not half so big as a round little worm pricked from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chairot is an empty hazelnut made by the joiner squarrel or old grub, time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night through lover's brains, and then they dream of love; on courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies straight; o'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; o'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, because their breath with sweetmeats tainted are. Sometime she gallops o'er courtiers' nose, and then dreams her of smelling out a suit. And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, tickling a person's nose as 'a lies asleep; then she dreams of another benefice. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, and then dreams them cutting foreign throats, of breaches, ambuscadoes, spainish blades, of healths five fathom deep,and then anon drums in their ear, at which they starts and wakes, and, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again. This is that very Mab that plaits the manes of horses in the night and bakes the elf-locks in foul sluttish hairs, which once untangled much misfortune bodes. This is the hag, when maids lie on thier backs, that presses them and learns them first to bear, making them women of good carriage. This is she...
Rin: Peace, peace, Taito, peace! thou talk'st of nothing.
Taito: True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the sir and more inconstant than the wind, who woos even now the frozen bosom of the north, and, being angered, puffs away from thence, turning to her side to the dew-dropping south.
Len: This wind you tallk of blows us from ourselves. Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
Rin: I fear too early, for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin her fearful date with this night's revels and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast by some vile forfeit of untimely death. But they that hath the steerage of my course direct my suit. On, lusty gentlemen.
Len: Strike, drum. * They march and exit *
Well I can already tell this story is gonna have ALOT of chapters I will post when I can which is the weekends or when im not in school!