DURING INDIVIDUALS

Theseus, Duke of Athens.
Hey, Father Hermia.
Lysander |
) zakhani with Hermiya.
Demetrius
Philostratus, the holy orderer at the court of Theseus.
Wedge, teslyar.
Saw, carpenter.
Hank, weaver.
Duda, repairman of blower farms.
Rilo, coppersmith.
Zamorish, beautiful.
Hypolita, queen of the Amazons, is named Theseus.
Hermia, daughter of Hegeus, was married to Lysander.
Olena, buried in Demetria.
Oberon, king of the elves.
Titania, queen of the elves.
Puck, or Cat Robin.
Bob |
Pavutinka) elfi.
Metelik |
Girchytsia |
Elves and fairies from the mail of Oberon and Titania.
Povita Thesea ta Ipoliti.

Place of action: Athens and the nearby forest.

DIYA PERSHA

JAVA 1

Atheni. Palace of Theseus.
Enter Theseus, Hypolita, Philostratus and honor.

Theseus
The hour of our joy is near, Hipolita:
Just a few days until the new moon.
Ale old month so long ago
And it doesn’t let my dreams wake up,
Like a mother with a pre-income income,
Pasinka, now it’s healed, for Skoda.

Ipolita
Some days it’s easy to drown at night,
It’s easy to lose sleep at night,
І new month, the sky has turned
Your silver bow, look at it
No more fun for us.

Theseus
Philostratus, go,
Young Athens cry for fun,
The lively and fierce spirit of the merry people has sunk.
I'm sorry about the funeral;
We don't need this stupid guest.
Ide Philostratus.
I wooed you with a sword, Hipolita,
Your farm was obtained by cruelty;
If it's fun, I'll play in a different way,
Among the localities and species, and benches.
Enter Hegeus, Hermia, Lysander and Demetrius.
Egey
May our Duke Theseus be happy!
Theseus
Dyakuyu, Egey. What did you come from?
Egey
Revelation of the storm, I came with skargoy
For Hermia, for my daughter.
Here, Demetrius! Qia lyudina
I, sir, kissed her from the man.
Here, Lisandre! What about the people?
Having enchanted her soul, oh my Duke.
You, you, Lisandre! You wear tops,
Changed by love outposts;
Under the sun, in the monthly light,
He sang sweetly about the importance of Kohannya;
You have nourished this reality,
Giving now the skein of his hair, now a ring,
Kviti, hotels, monuments, dribnichki, -
Such ambassadors want to believe youth;
You stole my daughter's heart,
You wrapped your daughter's skin
I'm trying to get my head around it. Sir,
If, here, in front of your eyes,
Demetria vidkine, I give in
I call it Athena in ancient times:
She is mine, and I am all-powerful over her.
That's why I'll give my daughter
I will condemn Demetrius to death,
This has already been passed on by law.
Theseus
What do you say, Hermie? Child, think:
Your father is like God to you;
The one who created your beauty;
For someone else, you are less than a wax form,
Yaku vin vilipiv and may
Either deprive or deprive.
Demetrius is a great man.
Hermia
Same and Lysander.
Theseus
Of course;
Well, here, if your dad doesn’t want anything,
Those who are worthy know something else.
Hermia
Oh, when my father looked at me, how am I!
Theseus
No, you can’t be surprised at your eyes.
Hermia
Don’t let your lordship harass me.
I don’t know what gives me trouble
And as my modesty allows me
Such presence raises its voice;
Hello, I ask: allow me to recognize you
Those people who can threaten me,
When I see Demetria from the Russian Federation.
Theseus
You will accept death and you will live forever
Separated as a result of matrimony.

"A Midsummer Night's Dream"

Ivanov's dream is empty.

DYUCHI INDIVIDUALS.

Theseus, Duke of Athens.

Hey, Father Hermia.

Lysander and Demetrius went to Hermia.

Philostratus, steward of Saint Theseus.

Pigva, teslyar.

Burov, carpenter.

Hank, weaver.

Dudka, a trader in the blower farm.

Rilo, coppersmith.

Vidra, kravets.

Hypolita, queen of the Amazons, is named Theseus.

Hermia, daughter of Egeus, was married to Lysander.

Olena, buried in Demetria.

Oberon, king of the elves.

Pok or good fellow Robin, the elf.

Titania, Queen of the Elves.

Zapashny Peas, Pavutinka, Moth, Gerchychne nasinnya - elf.

Piram, Fisby, Stina, Moonlight, Leo are individuals who take part in the interlude.

Elves who accompany Oberon and Titania. The courtiers of Theseus and Hypoliti.

Place of action: Athens and the forest adjacent to them.

DIYA PERSHA

Enter: Theseus, Hipolita, Philostratus and honor.

Theseus. Pretty Ipolita, the hour of our love is approaching. After four blessed days, a new month will come. Ale old, like on me, you hammer in supernaturally; It’s overshadowed by the wickedness of my bajans, the mute mother and widow, who has been willing to give birth to a very young degenerate for a long time.

Ipolita. Many nights quickly fade, many days, and the dreams of many nights help the hour pass. And if the stench passes, the new month, bending in the sky like a silvery arc, will improve our purity.

Theseus. Go, Philostrata, breathe on the Athenian youth and tell them to have fun. So, awaken in her the living, cheerful spirit of fun. Grief is only fitting for funeral ceremonies, and there, damn it, is not a companion to our triumph (Philostratus). To you, Hipolita, I wooed you with my sword; depicting you, having obtained your treasure. Now I want a different order for our lover, for banquets, holy places.

Enter: Egeus, Hermia, Lysander and Demetrius.

Egey. I wish all happiness to Theseus, our glorious Duke.

Theseus. Dyakuyu, dear Egey. What new things can you tell us?

Egey. With a soul filled with turmoil, I came to you with sack for my daughter Hermia. Demetrius, come closer. Sir, this man's axis was denying me the opportunity to have sex with her. Come on, Lizandra. And this axis, my good Duke, has completely enchanted my child. You, Lysandre, bestowed on her the blessings, exchanging with her the signs of love, singing in the monthly light of the song under her wicked and gibberish voice, accusing her of gibberish. You have achieved this by washing your wrists, splintered from your hair, with rings, rattles, various belly-less dribnitsa, kvitas, lasaschas. For these envoys, to stand in front of those who are not in the mood of tender youth, and have stolen the heart of my daughter and turned into stubborn insubordination, for which she is guilty of violating the will of her father. Also, good duke, I ask you, since she is here, in your presence, to be inspired to marry Demetrius, allow me to quickly comply with the old Athenian law. So, since she is mine, I can do this to her mother, and I say this: I order her to either marry this person, or, according to the old law, that having passed this marriage, to death.

Theseus. What do you say, Hermie? Dear girl, calm down. Father hopes to be your god: he is the creator of your beauty. For those who are waxed and woven into a doll, you are at liberty to either preserve the whole or to deplete it. Demetrius is a very good young man.

Hermia. I Lysander is also a year old.

Theseus. Let's say so. Ale, looming in the respect of your father’s beloved, give precedence to the first one.

Hermia. Surely, daddy, don’t you want to marvel at my eyes?

Theseus. Not you, but you can marvel at the eyes of his prudence.

Hermia. Vibachte me, Duke. What power gives me humility and the extent to which my thoughts in such presence can harm my modesty - I don’t know. I ask your lordship to tell me: - if I am willing to marry Demetrius, what can you expect from me?

Theseus. Whether it is death or separation from the future due to the marriage of men. So, beautiful Hermia, think about it. Accept your youth into the world and drink as much goodness from your blood as you can, since you will not give up your father’s duty and always wear the robe of a desert woman. Think: you will forever be placed in a gloomy monastery, your children will lead the life of a pitiful priestess who sings hymns to a cold, barren month. Three blessed ones are those who tidy up their shelter on the floors of the building, so that in the mind of the virgin they can go through their whole life’s path. Ale, seemingly on earth, is a happy Trojan for the one who, withering on an unoccupied stem, grows, lives and dies in self-contained bliss.

Hermia. I, my lord, am more than willing to grow, to live and die in such a way that I do not place myself under a yoke of importance that I hate.

Theseus. I’ll let you understand the term. The young man has a young man, Tobto on the day of Mojdnannya, the Kokhana in the night, - so, at the day of the day, Yakshcho, do not wait for the demetria, be ready to die for his Nedokhovtkovi, to bring Diana Obtynitza integrity and self-worth.

Demetria. Listen to the duke's father, beautiful Hermia. And you, Lizandra, also see your mindless intention of interfering with my inviolable right.

Lysander. Ty, Demetrius, having added love to the father; Be friends with him as you wish, and leave Hermia to me.

Egey. So, on the contrary, Lysander, having added my khanna and everything that is mine, this khanna transfers it to you. The daughter is mine, and I transfer all my rights to her to Demetrius.

Lysander. I, my dear, am a native of the world, and I don’t care for anyone. I am so rich, like you, but I love you more than you. In all my relationships, I am no different from Demetria; But what is even more important, I am beloved by the beautiful Hermia. Why shouldn’t I take advantage of my advantage? In my presence, I firmly believe that Demetrius, having laid eyes on Olena, Nadar’s daughter, captured her heart, and she, poor thing, loves to the point of admiration, simply adores this wickedly unstable person.

Theseus. I know, I feel about this and want to talk to Demetrius about this right, or, tightening my powerful right, until now forgetting to do it. Let's go, Demetrius! Go ahead, Egeyu. Both should follow me. I have some secret instructions for both of you. And you, beautiful Hermia, if you don’t want the law of Athens to crush us, condemning you to death or eternal selflessness, try to compromise the will of your father. Idemo, Ipolita. Why are you marveling at this, my love? Demetrius and you, Egeya, follow me. I need to talk to you about those who are worried about our fun, and then about those who are worried about you.

Egey. We follow you for the binding and for the bajan (Ide with Theseus, Hypolyta and Demetrius; honor for them).

Lysander. Well, what, my mess? How crazy are you! Why did the Trojans yawn so loudly on your planets?

Hermia. Surely, there is no plank, which could have sprinkled them in the future with the storm that has swelled in my eyes.

Lysander. Unfortunately, I didn’t know from any books, nor from famous retellings, how to overcome true love would happen without a turbo. Happily overwhelmed by the difference in the people...

Hermia. So, woe, if you stand high, you must stand low.

Lysander. And the difference in years...

Hermia. Woe, if the old one wants to tie himself to the needy youth.

Lysander. Then there is no need to listen to someone else's choice...

Hermia. Oh, when in the Khanna you have to submit to the choice of other people’s eyes, it’s completely scorching.

Lysander. If you choose to appear happy, you are often threatened with war, or death, or illness, to frighten yourself like a sound, like a sound, like a shadow, short, like a dream, and elusive, like a flash, like a night in the dark the sky is up and down You are forced to say: “I marveled” that the earth is again being buried in the merciless plowing of darkness. So, everything is going out quickly.

Hermia. As the widely loved ones began to chatter, they changed their minds. We must patiently set ourselves before crossing the codes that become closer to us, because the crossing is on the right, just as it is inevitable in love, as its constant companions are the world and the earth, the sadness and the tears.

Lysander. The whole thing is completely wrong, so listen, Hermie. I have an aunt, a childless widow with a great camp - her house is seven miles from Athens - and she loves me like she loves the mother of one son. There, my dear Hermia, I can marry you, there the sovereign law of Athens is powerless. Because you love me, you will quietly leave your father’s house tomorrow, and I will check with you in the garden, just one mile distant from the place, in the same garden where I was already in your face once, since you were at the same time celebrating the morning of the grass with Deer.

Hermia. Oh, my beloved Lysandre, I swear to you by the sharpest bow of Cupid, by the thinnest arrow with golden wings, by the simple doves of Venus, by everything that binds souls to rob happy love, by the fire that burned the queen of Carth gene, if she pumped the water that flowed out refugee; I swear by all the oaths of the broken men, even more in number, or the words of the women, that tomorrow I will immediately be with you in the appointed place.

Lysander. Stream your shit, my love. And the axis, marvel, is that Olena.

Enter Olena.

Hermia. Hello to the beautiful Oleno. Where are you going?

Olena. You say: beautiful? Take back that word. Demetrius to love your beauty. Oh, happy beauty! Your eyes are precious little eyes, and the licorice sounds of your voice are accepted by me, like the shepherd’s song of a lark, when the fields turn green and the eyes bloom. The disease is sticky, - oh, how beautiful it was! I would be infected by yours, beautiful Hermia, I would never go near you until my ears were infected by your voice, my eyes by your look, my speech by the charming harmony of your language. Believe me with the whole world, - I, for Demetrius’s guilt, would give everything just so that it could turn out on you. Oh, let me begin to marvel at how you, before enchantment, for the help of whom you touched the heart of Demetrius!

Hermia. I am turning away from someone new, but I am in love.

Olena. Oh, as if your stubbornness conveyed this strength to my giggles!

Hermia. I curse him, but he tells me to my lords.

Olena. Oh, how my blessings cried out in such a new way!

Hermia. The more I hate him, the more he returns his blessings to me.

Olena. The more I love you, the more you hate me,

Giermiya. This is your fault, Oleno, not mine.

Olena. Not yours, but the fault of your beauty. Oh, it’s not my fault!

Hermia. Rest assured, there is no longer any chance of denunciation: Lysander and I are leaving. Until I told Lysander, Athens seemed like a paradise to me. How great is the power of a khan, if paradise itself is turned into inferno!

Lysander. Oleno, I’ll tell you everything. Tomorrow night, if Phoebeya soaks her face in the water mirror and cleans the meadow with rare diamonds, then in the year that always covers the flow of the dead, we will leave Athena.

Hermia. And in that same place, in which we offended you so often, resting on the bed of letters, we handed over our licorice to the world, we will go with Lysander in order to turn our eyes towards Athens and joke again their friends in a marriage that is alien to us. Farewell, dear friend of my childhood! Pray to the gods for us, and don’t forget to send the stink of your happiness to Demetrius. Keep your word, Lizandra. It is acceptable for our eyes to starve until tomorrow night and we will put a morning look on them in the form of licorice and kohanna (Exit).

Lysander. Streaming, my Hermia. Goodbye, Oleno! Let him go and Demetrius also speaks about you, as you say according to him (Exit).

Olena. Oh, how happy some are for others! In Athens you know that I’m as good as you are, but what’s the point? Demetrius is unknown. You don’t want to know what, besides, you all know. And as he has mercy on him, drawn by the eyes of Hermia, so I delve into his thoroughness. The work of the smallest, the largest people can give both beauty and usefulness. Kohanna is surprised not with her eyes, but with her heart. Therefore, the winged Cupid is depicted as blind: love cannot fade; with wings of water, but without eyes, she is a symbol of inappropriate lightness. That is why he so often has mercy on his choice and for this reason he is called a child. Just as empty children often change this word in games, so the love child inevitably honors her oaths. So Demetrius, without stopping Hermia, showered me with a hail of hymns, which is absolutely due to me. Already warmly warm, the beauty of Hermia rushed into the air, spreading out and disintegrating into a whole stream of the board. I will tell you about the flow that Hermia plans; Tomorrow night he will marry her in the forest. For me, it will be a great reward for those who give me this information. I will rather relieve my suffering by being there with him and turning to leave with him.

Right there. Room in Pigvy's cabin.

Enter: Burov, Motok, Dudka, Rilo, Pigva ta Vidra.

Pigva. Why are all ours gathered?

Skein. It would be better if you did a roll call for us all at first, and then one by one.

Pigva. This is a complete list of the names of these people who all over Athens have been recognized as having played in our interlude in the presence of the Duke and Duchess on the night after their friendship.

Skein. First of all, good Peter Pigva, what do you have to say about the dog? Then read the names of the actors, and then proceed to the division of roles.

Pigva. You see, the song is our most deplorable comedy; The death of Pyramus and Thisby is depicted in it.

Skein. Perhaps it’s a wonderful and wonderful thing! Now, good Peter Pigva, go behind the list and roll call your actors. Stand, gentlemen, in a row.

Pigva. Listen to the bell. Nik Motok, weaver!

Skein. Here! Tell me what role is assigned to me and continue.

Pigvl. Tobi, Nik Motok, is credited with the role of Pyramus.

Skein. What is Piramus? kohanets chi tyrant?

Pigva. Kokhanets, who drives himself through the Kohannya in the purest rank.

Skein. Well, will there be any need for this role to be successful? As I spend, I protect my ears and eyes. I will make the stone crumble and cry out in a hymn as I sleep. Now let's go. I am the head of the strong rank in the victorious roles of tyrants. I would have played Hercules in a marvelous or otherwise such a tearing and miserable role.

"Wild rocks, their cowards

To open the doors of the prisoner in me.

View of the brilliant Phoebe's chariot

Perish this bad lot."

These are the ones that are called beautiful and more beautiful than anything in the world! Now read the names of other actors. This is Yeraklovsky’s welcome, this is Tyrant’s welcome. Kokhanets seems more pitiful.

Pigva. Francis Dudka, khutra seller.

Dudka. Peter Pigva, I'm here.

Pigva. You want to take on the role of Fisby.

Dudka. What is Fisby? mandrian face?

Pigva. This is a girl, like Pyramus died.

Dudka. No, show affection, don’t bother me to spoil my wife: even though I’m already growing a beard.

Pigva. It’s okay, you can play it from the mask. Tell me, you'll end up squeaking louder.

Skein. And if you can put your beard under a mask, let me play Fisbe. I will speak in a surprisingly thin voice. - Fispa, Fispa! - “Ah, Piram, my dear, why bother!

Pigva. No, no, you play Piram, and you play Piper, play Fisby.

Skein. Well, garazd. Chew it up.

Pigva. Robin Widra, handsome!

Vidra. Here, Peter Pigva.

Pigva. Toby, Robin Widra, will be the brother of Fisby's mother. Now Tom Rilo, coppersmith.

Rilo. Here, Peter Pigva.

You will be Piram's father, and I myself will be Fisby's father. Bura, carpenter! Take on the role of the left. The axis, it appears, and all the roles of the dog are divided.

Borax. Well, have you written the role of Lev? As it is written, give it to me now, so that it is terribly important for me to remember.

Pigva. You can play it without getting bored, because it only requires you to cry.

Skein. Let me play to the left, I’ll get so dark that I’ll make everyone hear me. So, I will roar so loudly that the Duke himself will say: “Stop the roar, stop the roar.”

Pigva. And when you roar so terribly, you babble both the duchess and those close to you so much that you will envy yourself. And who is enough to show up so that we are outdone?

Usi. How can we overcome all of us? us, the blues of our mothers?

Skein. I am fit, my friends: because we are so swayed by the ladies that they will lose their heads, they will, of course, not be embarrassed to outweigh us. If only I would raise my voice to such a level, I would roar so pleasantly that I would be mistaken for a dove cooing. I will roar to the nightingales.

Pigva. You cannot play any other role in Piram, because Piram is a person of good appearance, a person so beautiful, that you will not find anything better than her on a bright summer day. He is a wonderfully loving person; That's why you, willy-nilly, bring Pyramus.

Skein. Okay, I'll try. How can I get a beard for this role?

Pigva. Yaku want it.

Skein. I can drink it with a straw-colored beard, with a dark-hot yellow beard, with a crimson-red beard, and with a French-head beard, or absolutely yellow.

Pigva. Those many French heads are completely hairless; Well, you probably would have had the opportunity to die without a beard. Well, sir, your roles are the main ones. And I ask, I will tell you and I bless you to learn them by heart until tomorrow night, and then, during the month's sleep, meet with me at the palatsov forest, which is one mile beyond the place. There we will do a rehearsal. Because if we had arrived in the city, we would not have been afraid of the onslaught of Christians and our world would be open. This hour I will make a list of everything that is not enough for us to pay. Please don't fool me.

Skein. It would be both easier and more convenient for us to do a rehearsal there.

Pigva. Try to figure it out. Farewell. The gathering was scheduled at the Duke's oak tree.

Skein. Garazd, no bula! (Leave).

A FRIEND'S ACTION.

Forest near Athens.

The Fairy enters from one side, and the Pok from the other.

Pok. What's new, fairy? Ti kudi?

Fairy. Over the mountains and down the valleys,

Ale to the prickly chagarniks

I float without a turbo,

The month is moving forward.

Meni, queen fairy servants,

Don't overdo it

Not the mud of shady parks,

No fire, no river water.

I serve her diligently,

Meadow of greenery

Refreshing dew.

And I explain my quotations,

What about arable land?

It's easy to pour.

I need to pick up a few drops of dew and silent pearls, hang them up to the ear of the skin. Goodbye, no more unconsecrated spirits. Our queen, and with her all the elves, will come here at once.

Pok. And our Tsar celebrates Christmastide here, after all. Be careful, queen, don’t show yourself to him, because he will be afraid of terribly upsets and anger because the beautiful boy who was stolen from the Indian king is still in her retinue. She had never seen such a cute baby before. The late Oberon would like to be his page and follow him through the dense forests. She doesn’t want to compromise, she finishes him off with quits and can’t stop loving him. After all, if the stinks had not settled down now - in the hole, on the puddle, in the white of a clean dzherel, with the light of the stars - they suddenly have such a welding that all the elves, in fear, hover around the cup of acorns and hover there.

Fairy. I am not deceived by your appearance and your whole appearance, you cunning spirit, the title of the deserted Robin. You caress the village girls, you skim the tops of milk, you like to bake hand-made bread for an hour, you respect the gentlemen who sweat, beat the butter, you don’t let it ferment in your drink, you beat the manure of the ancients and amuse themselves with their annoyance. For the one who calls you Gobgoblin or the best Pok, you work for glory and bring him all the luck. What about?

Pok. You didn’t have mercy, fairy: I and this merry night’s hair. I amuse Oberon, I make him laugh, if, having inherited the young horse, I inflate the fat stallion, who has eaten peas. Sometimes, at the sight of a baked apple, I climb into the gossip’s kitchen, and when she’s tempted to drink, I hit her lips and pour beer over her dry breasts. The best wisdom from all this, I tell you from all the stories, sometimes he takes me for a tripod of lava, I lick from under what I’m sitting on, and there, with my feet flying uphill on the platform, shout: “ah! y!", and the cough at this hour is so choking. Watching this, the whole company dies with laughter, chuffs and swears that they have never seen anything funny. Get up, prote, come here Oberon.

Fairy. Here comes my queen. Oh, I wish I could get out of here sooner!

On one side enter Oberon, with his honor, on the other, Titania for hers.

Oberon. The sustrich is with you in the monthly light, Titania is invincible - the sustrich is far from being accepted.

Titania. Oh, dear Oberon is here. Fairies, click away! I repent of your marriage, just as I revere your bed.

Oberon. Stay, crazy, brave squad! Why am I not your man?

Titania. If so, then I might be your squad. But I know that you have disappeared from the edge of the fairies, having spent whole days in the image of Corin and the coddled Felida, playing on the straw snorkel and sleeping about her cohan. Have you come here from far away in India? May you be present at the friendship of Theseus, your most important, on the buskins of your Amazon, your military leader! You have come here to bestow joy and happiness on my bed.

Oberon. Is it not wrong for you, Titania, to reproach me for my favoritism to Hypolytus, since I am well aware of your passion for Theseus? Why didn’t you lead him away from the stolen Perigenia, and didn’t you dare him to break the oath given to the beautiful Egle, Ariadne and Antiope?

Titania. It’s all just guesswork, inspired by jealousy. Not once since the beginning of summer have we been on the hills, not in the valleys, not on the bows, not in the forests, not near the streams that run along the rocky bed, not near the rivers lined with outlines, not on the edge of the sea that is washed by the lyami, - Our round dances have never gone far away under the rustle of the wind without embarrassing our gris with their careless handouts. As if in revenge for those who whistled for free to us, the winds cried out from the sea of ​​infectious fogs, which, having fallen to the ground, so re-smelled the skin river that all the stench came out from their banks. Therefore, the beak idly pulled his yoke, and the farmer idly drenched himself in sweat, the grains rotted, being completely green and not having survived to the harvest. The hay rots in the meadows flooded with water, and the crows darken, having eaten dead thinness. The holy furrows for the rural mountains were drawn out by the mule. The stitch that ripples through the lush greenery is still not visible, because no one tramples it. Mortals have spared earthly amusements, but nothing is marked by songs or games. Therefore, the valedictorian of waters, a month, faded from the rot, seeping into everything with water, so that the marriage of colds would not be noticed. In view of this, it is not uncommon for fate to change itself. Vibrant and frosty frosts fall on the heads of the plump red trojans, and the collection and ice theme of the old winter of the sky is mockingly embellished with the wine of summer blossoms. Spring, summer, fruitful autumn, summer and winter, the two countries exchanged their favorite friendships. And the healthy world, although it makes people like them, does not recognize itself now as it is. And all this low evil is generated by our brothers, our fathers, our ancestors.

Oberon. Everything should be like you, and it’s up to you to straighten everything out. What should Titania say to her Oberon? And what am I asking of you? Only a critty, submissive boy, so that I could take him as my page.

Titania. You will have to come to terms with this. As if you had given me all my charming country for this boy, I wouldn’t have given anything to you either. Yogo mother was my priestess. As it happened, often surrounded by the odorous winds of India, she served me as a refresher, sat with me on the wet sand of Neptune and followed the traders who were dripping with pine, and laughed, bachachi, as she In spite of the fact that the day before, the mutes were swollen and timid, completely bellied And they were completely timid. And there, following them, - at that hour she had long been the leader of my young page - called on the ground, beautifully and quietly walking, so as to dislodge the various small ships, and turned around from a distant voyage with rich goods. Ale vona, having given birth to this child, being mortal, died. With love for her, I raise her son and will not be separated from him through marriage with her.

Oberon. How long do you expect to be lost in this forest?

Titania. Perhaps, until the end of the lovers of Saint Theseus. If you want to peacefully dance with us during the moonlight, enjoy our fun - come with us. If you don’t want to, unique me, and I will unique the locality that you suggest.

Oberon. Give me the boy, and I’ll follow you.

Titania. For all your enchanting kingdom. Come on, fairies. If I get more deprived, we will all be cooked (Leave with your retinue).

Oberon. Okay, go. You will never get out of this forest until I do you some kindness for this image. Before me, my dear Pok! Do you remember how I once, sitting on the island, hearing the song of a lilac, was racing on the back of a dolphin? She sang so sweetly, so sweetly, that the stormy sea subsided at the sound of her voice. And more than one star of the streamheads flew from its spheres, just to listen to this song.

Pok. I remember.

Oberon. At that very hour I was studying, but I could not study, as between the new moon and the earth of the all-new flight of Cupid. He aimed at the miraculous vestal who was dying at sunset, and fired his arrow with such power that it seemed like it could pierce a hundred thousand hearts. Alas, I hope that the fiery arrow of young Cupid has gone out in the colorful exchanges of the golden month, and the royal priestess, unharmed, has flown in innocent thought. Alas, I noted where Cupid’s arrow fell. Vaughn put it in a small bag, which was previously milky white, but now, due to a love wound, it has become purple. The girls call him “Dialless Love.” Get me this flower, some grass, I was supposed to show you. Whenever the juice is used to anoint the sleep-closed eyelids, a man or a woman will drink madly into the first living essence that comes across their eyes. Find this ticket and return here with it, the first lower leviathan will be able to travel only one mile.

Pok. I am the one who will gird the entire earth in yakihos hvilin forty (come out).

Oberon. As soon as I get this herb, I will take it while Titania is asleep and smear it on her eyelids. The first thing to come across her eyes after awakening - whether the lion, the witch, the wolf, the tsikava mavpa or the metushlya mavpa - will begin to follow her passionate love, and I, first of all, will ї eyes ci charms - what I can use other grass, I’ll take it and give up my page. Are you coming here? I am invisible. I’ll listen to her Rozmova.

Demetrius enters, followed by Olena.

Demetria. I don’t love you, so stop repeating me. Where is Lysander and the beautiful Hermia? For those who hit me, I will hit you. You said that there were stinks in this forest? And I am the same way. Because I have lost this forest and am angry for those who cannot find my Hermia. Leave me, go, stop following me

Olena. Oh, cruel magnet, you yourself attract me to yourself! And you don’t attract, because my heart is as strong as steel. Spend your increased strength, and I will waste my ability to follow you.

Demetria. Why am I trying to tell you that you are beautiful? Anyway, I’m telling the truth that I don’t love you, I can’t love you.

Olena. That's why I love you even more. I'm your dog. Bachish, Demetrius, the more you beat me, the more I will care for you. Treat me like you would your dog, walk me with your feet, beat me, hate me, destroy me, or just allow me, unworthy, to follow you. What more bitter place in your love can I ask of you? Your relationship with me, as with a dog, will be the greatest happiness for me.

Demetria. Don't give my hatred to supernatural testing. I get sick when I tell you.

Olena. And I’m sick, if I don’t bother you.

Demetria. You are terribly ruining your good reputation, leaving the place, surrendering into the hands of a few people who do not love you, and trusting the night, which brings love, heavy thoughts, inspiring and empty I'm dying.

Olena. Your honor will become my defense for your treasure. It’s nothing for me if I can bear your denunciation, but I still can’t believe that now it’s nothing. Moreover, this forest of anitrochi is not deserted, for in it lies all my world. Who dares to say that I am myself, if the whole world is amazed at me?

Demetria. I will flow before you, hide in the tabernacles, and give you food for the wild animals.

Olena. Apparently, the heart of all the animals is not as ruthless as yours. Escape as you wish, then turn around and say: Apollo will flee, and Daphne will go to his wife; The dove follows the hawk, the humble doe is tempted by the tiger’s wickedness. An effort is made at all times, if humility lasts until the end, and fearfulness runs after it.

Demetria. I don’t want to hear your thoughts anymore, let me go. Otherwise, if you carefully follow me, know from behind that I will immediately, in the forest, give you a cruel image.

Olena. Unfortunately, in churches, in towns, and in fields, you always portray me. Let's go, Demetrius, your image will be my ruin. We are not people and we cannot, because of the stench, get the khanna in our hands. It’s our fault to look, we’re not meant to be looked at. I’m coming for you, come what may, I, if I happen to suffer death at the hands of a passionately beloved hand, hell itself will become a paradise for me (I’ll go with him.)

Oberon. Get lost, nymph. First, you will never leave this forest, you will escape from this forest, and you will continue to relay my love to you.

Pik turns around.

Well, mandravnik, did you take out the flower?

Pok. Axis vin.

Oberon. Let's. I know a little spot on the shore, overgrown with wild cumin, capital letters and violets that sway. In the may, like a tent, it is covered with the smell of caprypolis, the smell of Trojans and the smell of hot thorn. There, surrounded by games and round dance songs, Titania plans to spend most of the night. There the snake sheds its skin from itself, leaving room for the elf to wear. I’ll squirt the juice of this flower and it will be filled with the wildest fantasies. Take a piece of the flower, find a young man in the forest who doesn’t want the love of a flaming Athenian maiden, and anoint your eyes with the juice, and only in that case, if first, that you may get more, if you will. Marvel, try to control it so that you sway in it even more strongly, even more, and turn around until the very first kicks.

Pok. Be calm, your servant leaves everything to the wind.

Another part of the forest.

Log in Titania with your email.

Titania. Well, now dance in a circle to a charming song, then go away for a third of the evening. Let them alone kill worms in the mouths of the Trojans; Others are fighting with the cauldrons in order to obtain skins from their interparts of krill, and from this material they can sew shirts for my little elves; Still others, don’t let the ignorant owl scream, marveling at our beautiful elves. Sleep on me, and then wrap up your bundles. Give me preference.

1st fairy (sleeping).

Evil echidnas,

With two languages;

The vipers are mischievous, arrogant,

Peaceful sleep of our queen.

With our song Koliskovaya,

Sleeping together with us:

"Bay, bayushki, bay!"

No evil, no cunning spell

They didn’t bother with the queen,

I to the morning dream-charm

It's lifeless and pestilent.

Spiders and thin legs,

Why are you depicting scythes?

І kosmato-otruynі

Worms, why are you crawling?

On the ground with an inaudible walk,

Dream of the beautiful Titania,

1st fairy. Well, now come back soon! Everything is great here. One of us, however, don’t let us get lost and watch out (The fairy is going. Titania is going to sleep. Oberon appears).

Oberon (mostly sіk kіtki na vіki Titania). Be passionate about those that you will enjoy immediately after waking up. Love later and need. Whether it’s a beaver, a whale, a witch, a leopard, or a bristly boar, if you dare, I’ll introduce myself to you as your shepherd.

Lysander. My darling, you are tired of this mistrust of the forest. I know, I lost my way. Whatever you want, Hermia, of course. I'm looking forward to a lovely little world here.

Hermia. Be it as it pleases you, Lizandra. Find your bed, and I’ll lay your head down to your backside.

Lysander. One and the same bush will serve as a pillow for both of us. One heart, one bed, two breasts and one faithfulness.

Hermia. No, good Lizandra, I ask you, lie down, my love, bye, go, don’t lie so close.

Lysander. Oh, my darling, the most sane in the most innocent way. Love must understand the words of love and place them trustingly: I want to say that my heart is so closely connected with yours that they can be mistaken for one; that our offended breasts are so bound by an oath that, although there are two, there is only one loyalty. So don’t see me in the box for you. Believe, Hermias, this bed shall not be defiled by lies.

Hermia. You, Lizandre, are wonderful with words.

Lysander. I covered my gift and my pride with terrible curses, as if Hermia decided to say that Lysander was wrong.

Hermia. Hello, my dear, out of love and out of curiosity, the bed has already been served. Such a timely awakening to the need for modesty may appear even more appropriate for a good-natured young man or for a girl. Lie down there, my good friend, and good man. May your love never change until the end of your dear life!

Lysander. "Amen, amen!" I commend this beautiful prayer. If my faithfulness ceases, let life cease... I will lie here. Let me help you find your sleep, peace of mind!

Hermia. Half of this is due and eat the lives of the one who killed you (Offense to fall asleep).

Enter Pok.

Pok. There is a whole forest and I don’t know the Athenian, in whose eyes I try to tap into the love power of this flower. What a hassle, what a mindlessness! Who is this? On the new clothes of the Athenian. This, as my king said, does not want an Athenian maiden. The axis is here to sleep as if it were killed on the sullen and brutish land. Vaughn did not dare to lie down with this bad, heartless person. Wipe away, never mind, I will cast all these spells on your eyes. Oh, love, if you fall asleep, don’t let sleep close on you, wake up when I go. And I need to hurry to Oberon (Leave).

Demetrius gets up, followed by Olena.

Olena. Zupinisya, love Demetria! Better kill me.

Demetria. Write down! Don't bother with me like that.

Olena. And will you take care of me in such a dark place? Oh, don't be shy!

Demetria. Stay here at your own peril. I want to go alone and I’m going (Walking).

Olena. I was completely exhausted from this crazy chase. The more good I am, the less I sleep in the face of a new dream. If you weren’t lying there, Hermia, you’re happy. She has wondrous, enchanting eyes. Why are the stench so light? Why are there no tears in the hair? As a result, mine would have shone even brighter, since the stench was undeniably more often eradicated by this hair. No, no, I wash my hands with liquid, like a witch doctor; It was not for nothing that the creatures were caught on my watch and rushed to kill out of fear. It’s not surprising that Demetrius flows towards me, if I’m so scary. As if my mirror is approaching and lying, when it sings to me, I can cross Hermia with beauty. Who is this? Lysander is on earth! I'm dead, why can't I just sleep? I don’t draw any blood or wounds. Lisandre, are you alive? Come on!

Lysander (throwing away). I will follow you at the foot of the road, Oleno, because of the vision. Nature reveals its power by giving me the ability to pump your heart through your chest. De Demetrius? And how great is the one who wears this name, die by the sword!

Olena. Don’t show it, Lisandre, don’t tell it! Why do you care enough to love your Hermia? What do you want from this? Adje Germiya still love you. Be happy.

Lysander. What are your pleasures with Hermia? No, the pitiful activities that are carried out with her are less tedious. It’s not Hermia that I love now, but Olena. Who wouldn't trade a crow for a dove? It is the will of the people that protects your mind, and your mind tells me that you are incomparably worth for love. Everything that grows up to the singing hour is not ripe. So, I am still so young that I am not yet mature enough to understand. And now I have reached the full development of a human being, my mind becoming the master of my will and leading me to your eyes, from whom I read the miraculous stories of love, read in the luxurious book of the Kohann!

Olena. Why was I born? Has anyone ever lived to see such an evil deception? What have I done to deserve your ill-will? Isn’t there enough of something that I couldn’t and still can’t reach Demetrius with a good look? And you are still worried about my misfortune. You portray me to such unimportant faces, you depict me cruelly. Goodbye. I know, I thought you were very noble. Regardless of those that a woman is thrown by one, she must recognize the image from the side of another (Exit).

Lysander. She didn't tell Hermia. Sleep, Gernia, sleep here and never come near Lysander again. As the intersection of malts will give rise to a terrible fear for them, and as hateful heresies melt in the eyes of the people spoken of by them, especially if they have fooled them, so too, the blame for my intersection, my heresies, be hateful for everyone, but for me it’s more, not good for anyone else. Let all my strength be directed towards love and devotion to the Deer; I will be her slave (Leave).

Hermia (throws away). Help me, help me, Lisandra! See the snake that came up to my breasts. Oh, look! Oh, what a terrible dream! Look, Lisandre: I’m trembling with fear. It seems to me that a snake is sucking on my heart, and you, marveling at its gluttony, sit quietly and just laugh. Lysander! Why is there nothing? Lizandra, my lord! You don’t feel, pishov, not a word, not a sound! Oh, kids? Hug what you hear! I pray to you, I will sip! I didn’t feel a little afraid. No! I myself am now aware that you are no longer close. Otherwise I’ll tell you right away, otherwise I’ll die (Exit).

ACT THIRD.

Titania sleep. Enter: Pigva, Burov, Osnova, Dudka, Rilo ta Vidra.

Warp. Why are we denouncing everything?

Pigva. Everything, everything! This is a nice place for our rehearsal. This green meadow will be our stage, our harvesting place for our hunger, and we will imagine everything exactly as we would later imagine it before the Duke.

Warp. Peter Pigva!

Pigva. What do you want, naughty weaver?

Warp. Our comedy "Pyramus and Fisbe" has something that others won't enjoy. First of all, the Pyramus of Confusion should draw a sword in order to drive it in, the gentlemen should not defeat such species. What do you say?

Rilo. This, I swear by the Most Holy Virgin, is truly fear as scary.

Vidra. I think self-destruction, if everything ends, we will have to let go.

Warp. With great rank! I came up with a way to correct everything. Skip the prologue, and let the prologue continue without saying that with our swords there is no harm, that Pyramus is not beaten in the right way; And also for greater peace of mind, tell them that I, who plays Piram, am not Piram at all, but the weaver Basis. Tse spare a peep of any fear.

Pigva. Okay, let's put together the prologue. How can we write this: six or eight-footed vertices?

Warp. No, better yet add two feet, sometimes they will be weighty, but sometimes they will be eight-footed.

Rilo. Don't Mrs. Leva get angry?

Vidra. Who am I afraid of? That's okay.

Warp. We, gentlemen, need to discuss everything for the good. God fight to bring Lev into the lady's marriage! The one on the right is scary, because there are a lot of hungry little birds for the left, especially the living ones. That’s why we can take this martyrdom to respect.

Rilo. So another prologue, let me tell you that the lion is not right.

Warp. It is not necessary for the spectators to know his name so that half of his appearance can be seen from behind his left neck. And since it is already necessary to say, in order to correct this shortcoming, then the very axis is: “Madam, or beautiful ladies, I have begged, or coveted, or asked, so that you do not lash out, do not tremble, for I give my life to yours If you think that I showed up here on the right hand, woe to me, great woe!

Pigva. Okay, that’s how we work. There are still two more tough speeches. Perche: how to introduce the monthly light into the room? - You know that Piram and Facebook are tuned in during the light of the month.

Borax. And today the presentation of our comedy will be one month old.

Warp. Submit the calendar here, calendar, and say that the month will be here!

Pigva. Monthly.

Warp. If so, let’s just open the window at the great room, where our rise will take place, and the month will be shining at the end.

Pigva. Perhaps so. And not those who would like to leave the sticky thorns and the light, but say that we are here to depict the role or to reveal the monthly light. But then there is another twist. We need a wall in the great room, because, as we know from reports, Piram and Fisby were repairing a crack in the wall.

Borax. Well, you can’t pull the wall into the room, what can you say, Osnova?

Warp. Well, you might want to draw a wall. Apply a little bit of wax, clay or plaster to the wall, and don’t forget to rub your fingers like this. Through this gap, Piram and Fisby whisper to each other.

Pigva. If something is mortgaged, then everything is mortgaged. Well, everyone who has been born to their mother, let’s sit down and start before the rehearsal. Piram, let’s get started. Once you have spoken your role, go into this thicket. Don’t let yourself be afraid because your role is important.

Enter Pok and hovering at the back of the stage.

Pok. What kind of ignoramus is it that he bawles so close to the bed of the beautiful queen? The axis is like that, get ready for Vistava! I will be a watcher and, if necessary, an actor.

Pigva. Tell me, Piram! Fisby, come!

Piram. The breath of the suffocating, weak...

Pigva. Chi is not suffocating, but odorous.

Piram. It’s unacceptable to waste arable flowers,

When will he be brought back from the spirits of the miraculous Thesby.

Wait a little bit,

And at the appointed time I will return to tell you! (Leave).

Pok. Of all the pyramids in the world, who wants something like this? (Follow him).

Fisby. Now my darling?

Pigva. I understand, yours. You must understand what you are going for in order to find out what kind of voice there is, and immediately turn back.

Fisby. Brilliant Pyramus, with its whiteness

Make haste with Lileya and with the rosy triple!

An important young man who hires people

And the most accurate, as the most accurate list that has not yet been reached,

What does it mean to get tired, to stumble,

I will go to you as far as Nina’s grave.

Pigva. Nina's grave. Absolutely, my love! It’s too early to say this; With these words you represent Pyramus. You say your whole role later – both the lines and everything else. Come in, Piramus. Your response has already been said; aje wona in the words: - “the other one doesn’t know.”

(Enter Pokta Osnova, with a donkey’s head on his shoulders).

Fisby. Oh, the most faithful, just like the most faithful of horses,

No one knows who.

Piram. Only you Piram want to be like this.

Pigva. Oh, how greedy! greedy! The evil spirits are frying and here they are frying us. Pray, sir! Let's go, sir! Help!

Everyone runs in fear.

Pok. I'm behind you. I will chase you through the swamps, through the hashs, through thickets of thorny chagarniks. I will begin to take on the appearance of either a horse, or a dog, or a hog, or a headless witch, or a fire, I will begin to neigh, bark, grunt, roar and burn, like a horse, a dog, a hog, a witch and a fire (Exit).

Warp. So why did the stars rush out of nowhere? It's too hot, why don't you tell me?

Rilo turns around.

Rilo. Oh, Foundation, what has been recreated with you! Why am I hanging on your shoulders (Walking)?

Warp. What are you doing? Perhaps I’ll turn my head on my powerful bachish, will you bachish?

The dog turns around.

Pigva. Oh, Foundation, help, help you, Lord! Ti's completely zipsovaniye (Get out).

Warp. I understand my cunning: they want to fool me and, if they give in, they will tell me. If only there was a stink there, I won’t ruin it. Here I go, I’ll start a song so that everyone can feel that I haven’t been angry (Pie).

І black drizd, pierced through with a dzhob,

And a pen with a short feather...

Titania (throwing away). What cherub destroys my sleep on the bed of quitters?

Gorobets or Shchiglia,

Navіt strokata zozulya,

To the lewd cry of some

A rare man will not be satisfied

Zaperechennyam: "you're breaking."

Because, really, who wants to get involved with such a bad bird, who would twist the bird into nonsense, no matter how much it wouldn’t shout “kuckoo!”

Titania. I ask you, I’m blushing, go to sleep now. Your voice completely enchanted my ears, and your image filled my eyes. At the first glance at you, the mighty charm of your spell moves me against my will to say and swear that I love you.

Warp. It seems, ladies and gentlemen, that there is no underlying reason for you. However, the truth seems to be true, a reasonable basis and love rarely get along with each other at this hour. And it is almost impossible that any obliging neighbor would not bother to reconcile them among themselves. Bachita, I am also a firefighting master in case of need.

Titania. You are as smart as you are beautiful.

Warp. Well, no, not like that! I am neither one nor the other. I almost had enough of my mind to get out of this forest, which would be completely enough for my special life.

Titania. Oh, don’t forget to get out! Mimovoli, but you will get lost here. I am a spirit, and not an unimportant one: in my villages it is eternal summer. And I love you, love me! I will give you to the service of the elves. The stench will begin to smell like diamonds in the deep depths of the earth, and will sleep while you sleep in the fresh beds. I will make the shell of my mortal body thin and light, so that you purrhat like a breathless spirit. Fresh Peas, Pavutinka, Moth, Gerchychne Grain!

Enter the Chotiri Elfi: Zapashny Goroshok, Pavutinka, Moth and Girchichne Zernyatko.

1st elf. I'm here!

2nd elf. I am!

3rd elf. N I!

4th elf. I am!

Usi. Where do you tell us to fly?

Titania. Be kind and loving to this gentleman; flutter away, go on a new walk, eat it with apricots, purple grapes, green figs and cauliflower, steal them for their little bags, take wax from their legs for candles and light them up with fiery candles in the eyes of fireflies and a sweet dawn upon entering before bedtime and upon awakening. Open the painted rings at the blizzards and spread them during the month after your sleepy days. Way to go, elfie!

1st elf. Bring you, mortal!

2nd elf. And my!

3rd elf. And my!

4th elf. And my!

Warp. Kind regards to your soul, shady elf. Your name, sir?

1st elf. Pavutinka.

Warp. Even radium, dear Mr. Pavutinko, get to know you briefly. If I cut my finger, it will sound like it’s going to come right up to you. What about yours, shanovny?

2nd elf. Fresh Peas.

Warp. I ask you, good Mister Sweet Pea, to pray for me from Mister Pea, your mother, and from Mister Pod, your father. It’s just as soon as possible to get to know you. I ask you to tell me your name?

3rd elf. Hirchychne Zernyatko.

Warp. I know your kindness, dear Mrs. Gerchychna Zernyatko, I know it’s wonderful. This liquid roast beef velet was eaten by gentlemen like you. Believe me, knowing you has brought tears to my eyes more than once. For the sake of it, my dear Girchichna family, let me get to know you even more briefly.

Titania. Serve as your lord. Take him to my gazebo. It’s a month to marvel at how tearful it is, and when you cry, you cry and the little skin of the skin, which accounts for the wasted value. Wrap the lancets around the tongue of the suspended one and keep him in constant motion.

Another part of the forest.

Enter Oberon

Oberon. It’s important for me to find out what Titania has done and who the truth is, how it’s hard for her to get caught up in her eyes, and who she’s least likely to roll into madness.

Enter Pok.

Axis and my messages. Well, desert, what kind of twists are there in this enchanting forest?

Pok. My queen began to squirm at the miracle. While she was fast asleep at the priesthood of her altanza, a bunch of ragamuffins, unsettled craftsmen gathered, worked through the daily bread in the Athenian kramniks, and began to rehearse comedies that they planned to present on the day of the friendship of the great Theseus. Having washed my monologue, the most inconsequential of these bodurs, the most useful of all the trouble that I represented to my dog ​​Pyramus, I walked near the bush, and I, having quickly I'm glad I wrapped my head in a donkey's wrap. Immediately, he responded to Fisbe and returned to the stage. Here, some wild geese, who have inspired the crawling mysly and silent ore-headed jackdaws, who are screaming and screaming, are pouring out on the edges of the pen and, like God, are blooming in the wind, all the comrades have received concluding the role of Pyramus, they rushed towards each other, beating each other They shouted: “Robbery!” And they began to call upon some of the Athenian inhabitants for help. The head in them is so weak, and now, due to strong fear, having spent the rest of it, the stench began to attract soulless objects against itself; thorns and thorns tear their clothes, one's sleeve is torn, another's hat is torn off, gradually eliminating the cowards who never thought of repairing the support. So, having filled them with the fear of God, I drove them away, leaving here only one Nerob, on whose shoulders I placed the donkey’s head. And then it happened that Titania threw herself over and immediately fell into the donkey.

Oberon. Everything went away, and I came to my senses. And having soaked you with the love juice of the Athenians, how did I punish you?

Pok. Zrobleno tse. I know we'll sleep; Not far away lay an Athenian woman; You should immediately drink it if you are drunk.

Enter: Demetrius and Hermia.

Oberon. Let's go kill. Is this the same Athenian?

Pok. The woman is the same, but the man is not the same.

Demetrius. Oh, do you ever see someone you love so much? So you can only speak evil with your truest enemy.

Hermia. I only bark to you, at this time, as you may deserve even worse, for which I am afraid, without letting me get to the bottom. At that hour, when Lysander was asleep, you killed him and thus left him knee-deep in the blood, flog her even more deeply, kill me. The sun itself was not so faithful to the day as it was in me. Why not sleepy Hermia? I will soon believe that it is possible to pierce the entire earth’s core and even for a month, in order to annoy my brother’s midday sun, slither into the opening to the antipodes. You immediately killed Lysander: so deathly, so fiercely only the killer can marvel.

Demetria. Just as I marvel at being beaten, so I marvel at being pierced through by your merciless cruelty. You, killer, marvel as clearly and clearly as in the sky he is that brilliant Venus.

Hermia. You can’t help my Lysander. Where is it? Oh, good Demetrius, turn me back!

Demetria. I would rather give his corpse to my dogs.

Hermia. Get in front of me, you dog! get away, dog! You have seen me beyond the boundaries of an unoccupied term. Did you hit something? Be sure to shout out to this list of people! Oh, tell me the truth if you want, tell it for me. Do not dare to look at him, while you are still awake, and kill him sleepy. Oh, what a feat! Such a valiant feat is accomplished by snakes and vipers. And he was killed by an echidna, because he had never stung anyone with his split mine.

Demetria. You drive your anger out of the grinding drive. I did not draw the blood of Lysander and, as far as I know, I did not die at all.

Hermia. Repeat me, I bless you that you are healthy and in good health.

Demetria. What would be my benefit if I could say this?

Hermia. The benefit is that you won’t get any more money; I hate your presence! Whether Lysander is alive or dead, don’t expect anything from me (Exit).

Demetria. It’s pointless to chase after her if she’s in such an unselfish mood; That's why there isn't much here. The severity of grief increases with this borg, which the unprofitable fighter-sleep has not paid to you. If I'm tired of paying for him here, I might as well pay him a piece of this borg (Lies and sleeps).

Oberon. Having accumulated a lot! You have had mercy on the most permissible manner, having seen love in the eyes of a truly loving person. Your mercy will inevitably turn love into nonsense, and nonsense will not become true.

Pok. The share appeared stronger for me. It’s wrong: even if one lover, millions of lovers inevitably fall, breaking one oath after another.

Oberon. When the wind blows, it sweeps through the entire forest and finds Olena of Afenska. Vaughn, the poor and the pale, even sick from the Kokhannya, this Kohannya drove out the blood from her denunciation. Lure her here with some kind of deception, and this very hour I will enchant the eyes of the young man until he arrives.

Pok. I'm running, I'm running! Marvel, I rejoice at the swiftest arrow fired by the Tatar (Vtikai).

Oberon. With the crimson flower wounded by Cupid's arrow, penetrate into his eyes. If you marry a new girl, she will shine for him as brightly as Venus in the sky. If you have a rash and it appears to you, ask for healing in it.

Pik turns around.

Pok. Volodar of our charming land, Olena is close, and with her is the lad who gave me mercy. Please pray for her to kick you. We have mercy on this crazy comedy. Oh, how foolish mortals can be!

Oberon. Let's go kill. I want Rozmova to wake up Demetrius.

Pok. And then I’ll take it upon myself to keep an eye on her twice. It will be quiet! This kind of roguery is my passion!

Enter: Lysander and Olena.

Lysander. Do you really think that I’m just foolishly asking for your love? Khiba gluzuvannya or znevaga fell in tears? Marvel: I cry when I swear to you in kokhanna. And the oaths that are popularized in this manner already testify in their own way to their generosity. Given such a constipation in generosity, how can my love before you become an enemy?

Olena. You are demonstrating your approach more and more. If the truth drives home the truth, what can we be sad about in such a bitterly sacred struggle? Your chants may be set before Hermia. Do you really want to leave her? Try to recognize one oath after another oath, and you will find out nothing. If you put your oaths in one cup, and my oaths in another, they all appear to be the same things, all as light-hearted as fairy tales.

Lysander. I would be a madman if I swore allegiance to her.

Olena. In my opinion, you, leaving them, are now divine.

Lysander. Demetrius loves her, but you don’t.

Demetrius (throwing away). Oh, Oleno! goddess! nymph! thoroughness! deity! Why, oh my dear, do I honor your wondrous eye? The biggest crystals from them seem to be troublesome. Oh, how charmingly those two cherries ripened, from which your lips are formed! It's pure frozen white, it's blown by similar winds, the snow on the high Taurus turns black as a raven when you raise your hand. Oh, let me kiss this queen of pure whiteness, this seal of bliss!

Olena. What an abomination! Oh, it's hot! I wonder why you decided to portray me; I know that you both hate me, but it’s not enough for you to need me. In appearance, you people, if you were truly people, you wouldn’t treat a decent girl like that, you wouldn’t sing, you wouldn’t swear allegiance to her khanna, you wouldn’t exaggerate my advantages, if I’m completely chanted, that you hate me. You began to smell the love of Hermia: and now you are smiling, devouring the Deer. What a truly miraculous feat, what a valiant deed to bring tears to the eyes of the poor girl! Every decent man doesn’t want to portray a girl like that, without knowing her, poor thing, out of patience - and all for the sake of nothing more than fun.

Lysander. You are cruel, Demetrius. Stop being like that. You love Hermia. You know it yourself, I know it, and with a big heart, with a big heart I give up my share in Hermia’s love to you. Give up your love for me, Deer, as I love now, as I love to death.

Olena. No scoffers have ever wasted such a great amount of unnecessary words!

Demetria. Take your Hermia away from you, Lysandre, I don’t need her anymore. As soon as I loved her, all that trouble passed. My heart just stayed with her for a while, but now it has turned to its true home, to Olenya, to be lost there again.

Lysander. This is not true, Oleno.

Demetria. Do not lie to your conscience, which you yourself do not know, otherwise you will pay dearly for it. Marvel, your kohana come here. It's your way, not Olena's.

Enter Hermia.

Hermia. The darkness of the night, which takes away the sense of sight from the eyes, increases the friendliness of the ear; By weakening the grain, it will then strengthen the strength of hearing. I was not kidding you, Lizandra. Sensitively, great for the price, brought me here to the sound of your voice. Why did you deprive me of your life so mercilessly?

Lysander. Is it possible for someone who is forced to drink to be deprived of his life?

Hermia. How could a bastard make Lysander sing in front of me?

Lysander. Lysandra’s love, which she did not allow him to be deprived of, is the love of the red Deer, which fades nothing more, below all the specks of fire, all are the eyes of the sky. Are you still kidding me? Hiba, having thought that I was missing, you didn’t realize that the hatred that was driving me away from you was driving me away?

Hermia. We can't help it! You seem to be not what you think.

Olena. And there you go! And there are also some of them in the brain. Now, all three of you have agreed to play this comedy in order to make me laugh. Treacherous Hermia, shameless with all the Athenian girls! And you’re in the mood, and you’ve come to care so much for me, and for them! Never mind all the worlds that they confided in each other, all the sisters and sisters, the entire anniversary that we spent together, the anniversary that they barked at us for the last hour for separating us, not everything is forgotten - both school friendship and pulling innocence. ? Yak DVI Top -Bogini, Germany, by our shocks, they struck one of the very one of the kvika ale of one of the same, sedachas on one per sulfum, offended one of the very very tones, niby our hands, cerse, the votes of the votes The promises were not for two people, but for one. This is how we grew up, like a single cherry tree, which appears to be divided, but, regardless of its part, nevertheless becomes one whole. There are two berries that love one another on one stem, we were two bodies, but one heart. We were like two heraldic shields, topped with one sholom, and they were the same people. And you, having entered into an alliance with humans, want to open our old farm in order to laugh at your poor friend. No, woman and friendship, don’t be so shy! For this reason, just like me, all of our pretense will fall on you, although only I am portrayed.

Hermia. Your angry language amazes me. It’s not me who’s above you, you seem to care about me.

Olena. Why didn’t you encourage Lysander to mock me, magnify my eyes, my beauty? Why didn’t you mute the other one, buried in you, a dear, dumb dog, who hugged me with his foot, calling me a goddess, a nymph, divine, incomparable, priceless, heavenly? There seems to be no one to hate? Why does Lysander tell his love to you, so strong and obliging me? Because you have learned it, you shouldn’t work for your good fortune. Because I’m not as beautiful as you, I’m not as charming, I’m not as happy, and yet, I’m terribly unhappy, because I love myself, but not my kohan in return; This is such suffering, so it’s not a shame to blame you.

Hermia. I don’t understand what you want to say.

Olena. Oh, keep pretending to be embarrassed and serious, keep making pikes behind my back and exchanging signs with each other! Prodovzhuy charming this treasure! This roasting, played out so successfully, move on to the tablets of chronicles. If you wanted a spark of humor, gentility and knowledge of decency, you would not have bothered me with the subject of such nonsense! Farewell! I am partly to blame for this; Before death or separation, everything will soon be set right.

Lysander. Scratch, my dear Oleno, listen to my truth. Oh, enchanting Oleno, my farm, my life, my soul!

Olena. Miracle!

Hermia. My dear, stop worrying about her so much.

Demetria. If you don’t ask me to leave, I will forcefully reproach you.

Lysander. Your power influences me as little as it is a curse. Your threats are as powerless as they are weak and blessed. Oleno, I love you! I swear to the lives I love! I swear by this, what I am ready to spend to bring about the breach of the one who dares to say that I don’t love you.

Demetria. And I say that I love you more than ever before.

Lysander. Because you are so firm, draw your sword and bring justice to your words.

Demetria. Tsієї hvilini; let's go.

Hermia. What does it all mean?

Lyazander. Get out, Ethiopian!

Demetria. More and more! You only twirl for looks, you only pretend that you want to follow me. You won’t walk in the truth, because you’re afraid.

Lysander. Check with me, kishka, turnips! Let me go, you trash, what I will throw at you like a snake.

Hermia. Why are you treating me so rudely? Why, my dear, did you change so cruelly?

Lysander. Am I your favorite? Get out, dark Tatarka, get out, get out, ohidne zillya! get away, lethally tear off!

Hermia. You're frying!

Olena. It’s just as fried as you are.

Lysander. Demetrius, I honor your word given to me.

Demetria. I would like my mother to have the strongest proof, because I know how you can overcome weak bonds. I don’t believe your word.

Lysander. What do you want: for me to hit her, wound her, kill her? Even if I hate her, I still won’t do her such harm.

Hermia. How can evil be stronger for me for your hatred?! Do you hate me? For what? Oh gods, what’s new, my love? Why am I not Hermia? Are you not Lysander? I am now just as dressed as I was. They didn’t give away, like last night, still loving me. And at this hour, leaving this night. Why did you leave me? Oh, don’t let this happen, gods! Isn’t it hot?

Lysander. Anitrohi, I swear to life. I say this so that you don’t get sick again. Deprive him of all hope, all food; Nothing could be more certain. I hate you and love Olena, without any heat.

Hermia. Oh, woe! The snake is approaching! The worm that devours the blood! The villain of my love, did she sneak up this night and steal my dear heart, Oleno?

Olena. Everything gets better and better! You have no modesty, no girlish sarcasm, no spark of sarcasm. Isn’t it so acceptable for you to evade such dokori from my humble lips? We're messing around, we're messing around, pretender, doll on springs!

Hermia. Am I a doll on springs? why? So that's what it all means! Now I'll understand. She inspired him to gain respect for her height and for me and filled him with her high growth. You have grown so much in your sweetness that I am so small that I am completely a dwarf. A beautiful grass tree, even if I am small, even if I am small, I am still not small enough so that the nails of your eyes do not reach me.

Olena. If you, gentlemen, want to know me, but, for your blessing, do not let her get to the battle. I’m not the least bit angry, I’m not grumpy, I’m afraid I’m entirely a girl. Don't let her beat me. You, perhaps, think that I’m being mean to her, the fragments are a little lower than my growth.

Hermia. Lower! Znovu! Can you hear it?

Olena. Dear Hermia, don’t be so cruel. I have always loved you, Hermia, I have always taken care of your secret places, I have never made you happy. Just once, with love before Demetrius, I told you about your flight into this forest. He rushed after you, and I followed him from the farm. Ale vin drove me out, threatening to beat me down, trample me underfoot, and even kill me. And now, if you let me go, with my madness I will turn back to Athens and will no longer follow you. Let me go! You see, how simple-minded I am, how bad I am.

Hermia. Go! Who cares for you?

Olena. My heart is bad, I’m deprived here.

Hermia. From Lysander?

Olena. With Demetrius.

Lysander. Don’t fight, Oleno, we don’t respect you.

Demetria. Of course, my dear, we don’t respect you, we want you to be with her.

Olena. Perhaps, if you get angry, she becomes terribly withdrawn and grumpy; She was constantly hanging around the school. Although it is small, it is terribly fiery.

Hermia. Znovu mala! Everything is small, it’s small! Why do you allow her to care about me so much? Let me go to her!

Lysander. Get out, star, dwarf! He is small, made of grass, which respects the growth of a child! Get out, damn Namistin, you undergrown acorn!

Demetria. You already need to be obliging, good woman, because she doesn’t like your servants. Give her peace; Don’t you dare talk about Olena, don’t you dare kidnap her, because you will pay dearly if you want to tell the shadow of love to her!

Lysander. Now, if she doesn’t bother me, follow me if you laugh. One wonders who has more rights to Olena than me!

Demetria. Behind you? No, I’ll follow you in order (Leave).

Hermia. That's it, lady, yours is on the right. Stay here, don't go!

Olena. I don’t trust you and I don’t want to lose myself in your opposite marriage. To fight, your hands are next to mine, but for my feet to flow (flows).

Hermia. I don’t know what to say to my wonder (Runs after Olena).

Oberon. How far have your pardons led? This is, perhaps, one of your eternal mistakes, and, perhaps, it is obviously inappropriate.

Pok. Believe me, the king of disembodied spirits, I have had mercy. Having said that, I recognize him by his Athenian robes, and I am not guilty of being a gentleman. As if I had sprinkled the juice of a flower on the eyelids of an Athenian, then tell the radium, because the welding of them is even copper.

Oberon. You guys are looking for a place to fight. Hurry up. Thicken the darkness of the night; Now, dawn sky, cover it with a black fog, like Acheron, and separate the separated superniks so that the stinks cannot come together. The dredgers viciously mocked either Demetrius in the voice of Lysander, or Lysander in the voice of Demetrius, dragging them away one by one until the lead legs and important wings of the bat marry them to sleep, whose master imitates death. Then, in the eyes of Lysander, I see the axis and heights; Nowadays we have the power to discern every deception in our eyes and to turn our eyes to the original reality of the world. If the stench wakes up, all the confusion will fall asleep to them, to the simple tanks, and they will turn back to Athens, forming an alliance among themselves, inviolable right up to death. And while you are busy here, I will go to the queen and ask her for an Indian boy; I will then discover the spell that will chain her love to the point of a miracle, and then the light will fade between us.

Pok. We, my dear lord, need to end everything quickly, because the Swedish dragon nights are already spreading gloom and Aurora has already appeared, with those close to her who are wandering here and there in the shadows home on tsvintari. All souls cursed, buried at crossroads and waters, have already fallen on their beds of worms. Fearing that the day would not ruin them, the stinks voluntarily drove themselves out of the daylight and condemned themselves forever to the impenetrable darkness of the night.

Oberon. Ale mi souls of a different kind: I often take a wound from my beloved and, like a forester, I can wander through the forests of that place, when the fire-red gates open and throw in miracles, blessed to exchange theirs for Neptune, the goldsmiths of his bosoms, green needles . . Anyway, let's hurry up, let's finish everything before the meeting (Leave).

Pok. In villages and towns

I'm afraid of everything.

I will drive like the blind

And here I am and here.

So, drive, fire Goblin,

Now they go here, now here.

Axis one, come here already!

Enter Lysander.

Lysander. Where are you, zaderikuvat Demetrius? Honk!

Pok. Here, you bastard! My sword is naked, I'm ready! Are you here?

Lysander. Mitya will kick my ass for you.

Lock. So hurry up to the motor vehicle, lower me (Lisander is coming, as if following the voice).

Enter Demetrius.

Demetria. Hey, Lisandre, I’ll hum once again! Speak to you, you're running in, seemingly, boy, where are you going! tell me! Having gathered here at the booth? So the kids got together?

Pok. Boyaguz, who magnifies his goodness to the very stars, you, perhaps, tell the tabernacles that you want to fight, but you don’t. Come out, you bastard, come out, boy! I'll give you a cut. To bare a sword against you simply means to become disgraced.

Demetria. Are you here?

Pok. Follow me. This is not the place to show our masculinity (Exit).

Lysander turns around.

Lysander. Everything appears in front and calls out to me. I went to that place, clicked the stars, and caught my trace. The bastard lay down on my leg. Even though I didn’t chase him fast enough, the duck moved away even faster. I seem to have sunk my axle onto the terribly damaged road. I’ll start here. Oh, bright day, come soon (Lies). As soon as you appear in the sky of your light, I will find Demetrius and take revenge on you (Sinks).

While Demetrius is turning around.

Pok. Hey, you little coward! Why aren't you coming?

Demetria. Check with me for the sake of your cuteness. You keep flowing with me, you keep changing your place, and you won’t even hesitate to stop and look at me straight in the face. Where are you now?

Pok. Come here! I'm here.

Demetria. I'm not going. You, it seems, are laughing at me, or else you will pay me dearly for the price that I will be able to show off your appearance in the monthly light. Now go your own way. Then I hate to see my growth on this cold bed. Ale on Svitanka, check for me (Lies and falls asleep).

Enter Olena.

Olena. Oh, nothing, oh, incredibly boring, long, boring nothing! speed up your anniversary. Light up the evening light at the gathering, so that I can return to Athens in the daylight and deprive those here for whom I, poor thing, am such a guide. A dream that sometimes fades away, oppressed by the turmoil of the day, steals away at any hour less in itself (Lays down and goes to sleep).

Pok. There are only three people here yet; We need one more - two people each! And the axis is here and there, that sum is settled. Cupid must cheat if he brings poor women to such a state of desperation.

Enter Hermia.

Hermia. I have never been so tired, never been so embarrassed; wet with dew, tattered by thorns, I can’t just walk, but I’ll be far away. My feet don't listen to my will. So I'm going to start the day here. Oh, heavens, save Lysander, as opponents fight in truth! (Lies down and falls asleep).

Pok. Lie on the ground and sleep peacefully. And your eyes, gentle kokhanets, I will focus on this in this particular way (Vitska sі sіlі sіlnі sіlіzandr). If you go overboard, you’ll be drowning in the eyes of so much of your cow. In this manner, with your awakenings, the village order comes true, which is true for everyone: if Jack has Jenny, everything will be as usual, and if his husband appears in people again, everything will be miraculous (When they go to sleep).

DAY OF THE FOUR.

Enter: accompanied by elves, Titania and the Foundation. Behind them is Oberon, who becomes invisible in the depths.

Titania. Come here, sit on this bed strewn with flowers. I will stroke your charming cheeks, I will tidy up your smooth, soft head, rose, my joy, your miracles, long ears.

Warp. Where are the peas?

Fresh Peas. Here.

Warp. Scratch my head, charming little bird. And de Pan Pavutinka?

Pavutinka. Here.

Warp. Pan Pavutinko, dear pan, take your sap, beat me to that black-sided piece that sits on top of the sheepdog, and bring me, my kind, honey-shaped bag. However, my dear, your right hand is super hot, there’s no need to wonder if the little sac doesn’t rupture. Even if it was crazy for me, you, sir, got lost in the smell of honey. Where is Girchichne Simyachko?

Girchychne Simyachko. Here.

Warp. Your paw, Gerchychne Simyachko! But please, please stop your ceremonies, good Zernyatko.

Girchychne Simyachko. What do you want next?

Warp. But nothing special. Just help Mr. Pavutintsy smell my head. Prote, my friend, it seems to me that I need to go to the barber, because my face, as it seems to me, is overgrown with hair, and I, if I’m an ass, am so sensitive that I have a little more hair, so less scrape.

Titania. Wouldn’t you like to listen to some music, my love?

Warp. For wooha music I have enough excuses. Please hand me the key and the tongs.

Titania. Tell me, my treasure, why don’t you want to eat?

Warp. Well, the world of heaven, perhaps, would not be a prize for me; I would like to chew some good, dry milk. But I wouldn’t have been able to see the binding of hay; Nothing in the world compares with the rich, fragrant hay.

Titania. My elf from the squirrel's nest will get you fresh peas.

Warp. I would like to eat two dry peas more quickly. Ale, I ask you, tell your servants not to let the stench bother me, because I can hear Mitya’s call before I go to sleep.

Titania. Sleep well. And I will wrap my hands around your neck. Elfi, come out, leave us alone for a moment. So the pavilion entwines the fragrant goat leaf, so the effeminate ivy decorates with rings the woolly branches of the elm. Oh, how I love you! I am so fascinated by you (Zasina).

Enter Pok.

Oberon (stepping forward). Here, my dear Robin! Do you want a charming picture? I’m already starting to mischief, having driven her into such madness. I have been following this forest for many days now. Vaughn was collecting arable herbs for that stupid fool. I pounced on her, started barking, and finally she picked up her growth of wool and wax from freshly harvested leaves. And the same dew that was about to drip on the roses, like expensive pearls, now drips in the stores of kvits, like tears that weep loudly for our humiliation. When I got angry and wanted to wait a long time, and she humbly began to bless me about indulgence, I coveted a substitute lad from her, and she immediately obeyed me, ordered her elf to bring him to my enchanted land And grab him there in Altanza. Now, having seen the boy, I wink at his eyes in view of his filthy illness. And you, bye, take the charming head out of this Athenian fool, so that when you wake up, like all others, like everyone else, they may turn to Athens, revealing that they are all the same. And the nights gave way to an anxious dream. If I don't want to, I'm going to rouse the queen of the fairies. - Be what you were, and just as you were before. Such is the beneficial effect of Diani’s card against Cupid’s card. Wake up, my Titania, my beloved queen!

Titania. Oh, my man, what a dream I had! I dreamed that I rolled into a snake.

Oberon. Your axle is lying here.

Titania. How could this be the case? Oh, how quickly I have denounced him now!

Oberon. Calm down. Robin, get your head off him. Veli, Titania, play music. Save almost five of these people, less sleep.

Titania. Let the music play, let the music suffocate.

Pok. When you fall asleep, you marvel at the power of your eyes.

Oberon. So, let the music play. Give me your hands, my queen. The earth was shaking, it stinks! Now we have made peace and tomorrow we will dance again at the palace of Duke Theseus and say that he is blessed through his beautiful offspring. Together with Theseus there is renewed joy in becoming friends with two pairs of faithful followers.

Pok. Zupinisya, my king. I smell the song of the wounded lark.

Oberon. So, my queen, we will rush beyond the night shadows in gloomy helplessness and fly around the earth in less than a month.

Titania. Let's fly. At the end of the day, you will tell me what happened when I fell asleep on the ground among these mortals (Exit).

Behind the stage there is a faint sound of trumpets. Theseus appear, Hypolita and Egey with their retinue.

Theseus. Remnants of all Wyconian rituals and the day has already begun, don’t forget to ruin it and find the forester. Instead of music, my dogs often bark. Descend them from the games at the entrance valley. Well, motor! I hope I find a forester. And we, enchanting queen, will climb to the top of the hill and listen to the sound of dogs’ voices getting angry with the moon in the harmony of love.

Ipolita. I was once with Hercule and Cadmus, when the smell of Spartan dogs was picking at the bear near the Cretan forest. I have never seen such a wonderful tskuvannya. Not just the forest, but the heavens, and the streams, and everything seemed to have exploded in one single fabric. Never before have I smelled such a musical variety of voices, such a din that dazzles the ear.

Theseus. My dogs are also of the Spartan breed. Their rila and shoulders are just as wide, their ears are moistened with wound dew, their long legs are arched, and their breasts are the same as those of the biks of Thessaly. Let’s say their running is not so smooth, but their voices are as loud as little bells. Nowhere in Crete, nor in Sparta, nor in Thessaly, was a more sweet yelping sound heard with deception and horns. Judge for yourself if you feel it. Ale what? What kind of nymph is this?

Egey. This, my lord, first of all, is my daughter, who is sleeping here, and this is Lysander, this is Demetrius, this is Olena, the daughter of old Nadar. I wonder how the stinks could have settled here all at once.

Theseus. They probably got up so early to celebrate herbal rites and, having learned about our intention, came here to embellish our celebration. Prote, Hey, tell me, it seems that today Hermia may vote, on whom did she choose?

Egey. So, today, my king.

Theseus. Tell the Myslivians to wake them up with the sounds of their horns. (Behind the stage there are sounds of horns and screams. Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia and Olena are throwing themselves and spluttering). Good morning, friends! Perhaps, Valentine's Day has arrived, because the birds of this forest begin to agree on bets.

Lysander (Together with the others he bows before Theseus). Probach, sir!

Theseus. Please dry up, get tired. I know that there are two of you here who are competing. How did the dark and miraculous year come rushing into the world? Hatred arose, having seen jealousy and allowing enemies to destroy order, not being afraid of everyday enemies?

Lysander. I tell you, sir, I’m still in a fog, not knowing whether I’m still awake or completely awake. I swear that I cannot say in a sing-song voice how I have stumbled here, and that I would like to tell you the truth. Okay, now I’ll guess. I came here from Hermia. We wanted to flow from Athens to such a point where the Athenian law could not re-examine us.

Egey. Finish it, my king; enough. I ask for legal punishment, yes, legal. They wanted to roll and in such a manner they would like you, Demetria, to be your squad, and me - mine, so that they would be your squad.

Demetria. Pretty Olena told me, my king, about their plan to run away, to fight in this forest, and I, in a crazy prank, chased them here. And Olena, the farmer before me, followed me. And here, my lord, behind a power unknown to me - and that there was such a power here without a doubt - all my love for Hermia fell like snow, turned into a riddle about the worthless game about which I marred. in childhood. Now everything is my khanna, all the fervor of my heart is given by one little deer - a single object that serves as joy for my eyes. Previously, please tell Hermia, I loved her, but, as if I was sick, having experienced such a situation; Now, as a pleasant person, my natural relish has returned to me. I love her, I adore her, I love her, and I will always be faithful to her!

Theseus. Yun kohantsi, how happy is this for you! Then you will report everything to us. Hey, I don’t forgive you, because our offending friends will join us in the temple with eternal bonds. And the wound fragments are already finished, then we’ll put in the watering. Everything is virulent up to Athens. Christmastide for the love of three wives and three men will come out very neatly. Idemo, Inpolita (Ide with Ipolita, followed by Egey and honor).

Demetria. Everything is so indescribable and indescribable, like the distant mountains that have become gloomy.

Hermia. It seems to me that my eyes are all different, I’m all in two.

Olena. Same with me. It seems to me that Demetrius is silent about the diamond I have found: both mine and not mine.

Demetria. What did you do, what did we screw up with? I am tired, I am still sleeping and will continue to die. If the Duke was really here and ordered us to follow him.

Hermia. Buv, and with him my Tato.

Olena. I Hypolita.

Lysander. So, he ordered us to follow him to the temple.

Demetria. And so, as soon as we gave up, we went after him. On the way, we alone know everything that we dreamed of (Exit).

Basis (throwing away). When my lady arrives, call me, and I’ll tell you. They say that after the words: “The most beautiful Pyramus...” Hey you! Peter Pigva! Dudka is a seller of fancier farmsteads! Coppersmith Rilo! Vidra! Yaki! Everyone ran away, but they deprived me of a sleeper here. Oh, what a miracle dream I am! I am such a deep sleeper that it is beyond the power of the human mind to recognize what kind of dream it was. Kozhen, whoever decided to explain this dream, would appear as a donkey. I dreamed, no matter what I was... and I dreamed, what was in me... But let him be the glory of a dark curse, who dares to say what was in me, as I dreamed. The human’s eye did not feel, the human’s ear did not ache, the human’s hand was not allowed to sniff, she understood her soul, her heart revealed what this miraculous dream was. I will ask Pigva to make a ballad out of this dream, and it will be called: “The Dream of the Foundation,” because there is no basis in it, and at the very end of our comedy I fall asleep in front of the Duke. Otherwise, I sleep better, if we die Fisby, then it will be richer (Exit).

Atheni. Room in Pigvy's cabin.

Enter Pigva, Dudka, Rilo ta Vidra.

Pigva. Have you been forced behind the Foundation? Why did you turn back home?

Vidra. Nobody knows where to go. Yogo, melodiously, they stole, otherwise we couldn’t.

Dudka. And if you don’t turn around, then goodbye to our comedy! Even if you can’t go, you can’t sing.

Pigva. In good rank. In all of Athens, however, there is not a person to be found who has completed the Pyramus.

Dudka. No, not that, but only on this platform, because in all of Athens you won’t find a more free person than that.

Pigva. She is the most beautiful of all. The one behind the receiving sound is the voice of the right-handed khanets.

Dudka. Say: you’re a great man, what kind of guy is he? Absolutely out of place!

Enter Bura.

Borax. Gentlemen, the Duke is turning away from the temple; There are another two or three ladies married there. If our comedy had gone well, people would have liked it all.

Dudka. Oh, my glorious friend Basis! Due to his stupidity, he spent as much as twelve pence of his income; Moreover, having not spent six pence, the Duke did not want to pretend to be Piramus and award only six pence for the day. Hang me, as if you didn’t deserve the blame for them! Six pence a day for Piram and nothing.

Enter Basics.

Warp. De vie, my fellows? Are you, my dear friends?

Pigva. Oh, what a valiant day! Oh, what a great time it is!

Warp. Panova, I can tell you true miracles. Just don’t worry about it yourself, because, I’ll tell you, I’m not a true Athenian. I will tell you everything that happened, word by word.

Pigva. So tell me, dear weaver.

Warp. About myself a long-awaited word. All that I can tell you is that the Duke dined. Take all your favorites, tie garnets to your beards, new lines to your dancing slippers and wear them all at once to the palace. Do not let anyone confirm his role, because our manifestation is permitted and he is given priority over all others. Every time, it’s surprising that Fisby’s whiteness is pure, and that the one who is depicted as the left; not thinking of cutting off their pazuri, otherwise they would have to cut off the planting of the left pazuri. And again, my dear actors, do not eat either the queen or the hour, because it is necessary for our spirit to be accepted. In such a manner, I sing that we feel like it’s a stench to say: “Welcome, let’s get the comedy!” Not another word. Let's go! Let's go! (Leave)

DIYA P'YATA

Atheni. Room near the Palace of Theseus.

Enter: Theseus, Hipolita, Philostratus, nobles and honor.

Hipolita.. How wonderful, my beloved Teza, all those who gave us bets!

Theseus. So, more surprising, less believable. I never believed the old fairy tales or the various miracles that the spells wrought. The dead, like those of God, have a boiling brain, and their creative imagination is so strong that a stink can be heard by those who are never able to discern a cold mind. The Divine Ones died and sang and manifested themselves in reality. One suffers such an abyss of demons that one cannot fit into the vast heat of God. The swaying, bending of the table, on the face of the gypsy, brings out the beauty of the Deer. The eyes of the singer, turning around the subtle worlds, wonder from heaven to earth, then from earth to heaven. Until, before, yak, Uyava sowing the flesh of the ildomim of iz, the perch of the mere murmur is a singing image of the same, the vitra, in the way, the singing of the singer, і ime'ya. Such miracles appear, when we need to come up with some kind of joy, he guesses the race that brought the joyful message. If you need to come up with some kind of fear that can come out, it’s as easy as mistaking a bush for a witch at night.

Ipolita. Prote, everything that they told us about that last night, about the overnight change in their sweetness - not only will come to light; anyway, it’s not at all effective. Accept everything is wonderful and cry out with fleeting excitement.

Enter: Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia and Olena.

Theseus. The axis and our lives are merry and joyful. Cheerful, my dear friends, cheerful and forever young love, let us not evaporate from your hearts.

Lysander. May no joy be deprived of your royal walks, your table and your bed.

Theseus. Now we’ll wonder what kind of masks and what kind of dances will help us pass the three-year eternity, which strengthens the evening before going to bed. What a simple keeper of our orders. How did you prepare fun for us? Don’t let us down with any manifestations in order to speed up the progress of the year, so it’s too easy to run. Call out Philostratus!

Philostratus. I am here, mighty Theseus.

Theseus. Tell me, what kind of fun did you prepare for this evening, what kind of masks, what kind of music? Why are we fooled by the lazy hour, if I don’t quietly?

Philostratus. The axis of the overflow of prepared fun. Virishi, my king, because of them you will benefit from them (Gives the list).

Theseus (Reading). The Athenian eunuch, to the sound of a harp, falls asleep about the battle with the Centaurs! Not required. I, in order to magnify the glory of my kinsman Hercules, have already preached their kohaniya. "A riot of drunken bacchantes, who in the tale tear apart the Thracian spivak." Old. I was presented with the idea that I would arise from the overcoming and turn from Thebes. “Three three muses to mourn the death of eternity, who recently died in evil.” This is a bit of a joke and a delicate satire, as if it doesn’t come close to a love celebration. "A darkly cheerful and tediously short scene of young Piram with his daughter Fisby. The calm of even tragic bitterness." The sumna is cheerful - but it’s all the same as hot ice and boiling snow. How can we wait for this super-ness?

Philostratus. The whole song has no more than ten words, so I don’t know a short one. Ale, I tell Volodya ten times that I need to pay you back for a long time, that’s too boring. Every word does not stand in its place, as there is no other actor, as much as possible attached to his role. It’s tragic, sir, - it’s true, that’s what Pyramus tells himself in it. When I marveled at the song at the rehearsal, I admit that tears came to my eyes, such joyful tears as I have never heard from the most bitter retort.

Theseus. Who are the actors?

Philostratus. People who here in Athens, with calloused hands, make their own shit - until today they had never worked with reason - have oppressed their memory with this, it has not risen to such a task, and all this for your triumph.

Theseus. I'm amazed.

Philostratus. No, my king, you are not worth it. I listened to all of it, it’s vulgar, the most vulgar. The ability to calm you down is only possible in this world. The stench began to grow with terrible difficulty, with terrible noises - everything to get through to you.

Theseus. I want to marvel at it. Nothing, expressed by simplicity and diligence, cannot be worthless to me. Go, call them. And you, my love, sit down (Philostratus is coming).

Ipolita. I don’t like to marvel at how pathetic mediocrity struggles and how the oldest efforts perish.

Theseus. My love, you won’t get anything like that here.

Ipolita. She told Philostrata that the actors do not understand anything in this matter.

Theseus. Tim is more generous with us and for nothing; We will be more lenient until their mistakes. Even those who do not devote themselves to everyday diligence may fight against the city not for their achievements, but for the intention of surviving in the world of strength. In some places, great days ago, they began to celebrate my arrival from afar with prepared dishes. And I, when the stench faded from the first syllables, began to tremble, stammered in the middle of the proposition, lowered the voice in fear, which rang out in advance and closed up, never having reached the end of the day, - believe me, my dear, I say hello to myself in this place, I think the modesty of fearful diligence is as good as the crackling phrases of an impudently smiley redness. The less words, the better. None of the niceties and simplicity are stronger than all the redness to speak to my heart.

Philostratus turns around.

Philostratus. As soon as you want, sir, the prologue is ready.

Theseus. Don't hesitate to show up.

With the sound of trumpets and as a prologue, Pigva enters.

Prologue. If we are not worthy of you, then in inheritance of our strongest blessing, then we are not the ones who would not have borne you; However, our greatest passion is ours; They showed up for this. Showing you my mysticism is the true beginning of our end. Let's go; We came here not to annoy you, but to earn money for you in the future, to amuse you, so that you don’t get hurt by staying here; The actors are ready, and with all their might, you are sure to learn about all those that you were destined to learn about.

Theseus. This little one does not shy away from division signs.

Lysander. He walked through his prologue like a wild horse, which did not sound before any transitions, with the appearance of specks and lumps. This, by virtue, is a miraculous proof that it is still not enough to only speak, what is required is to speak out of place.

Ipolita. To be honest, he played his prologue like a child on his back: the sound is e, but there is no sense.

Theseus. The mova yogo is similar to a lantsyug that has untwisted - it’s not razed, but it’s still not suitable for use. What's next?

Enter: Pirale and Fisby; behind him is the Wall, the Monthly Light and the Lion.

Prologue. Important observers, you may be amazed by such a sight, but marvel until the truth explains everything to you. It is good for you to know that this lad is Piramus, and this wicked person is Fisby. That's right. And the axis of this, smeared with clay and a vapid booby, is guilty of revealing the wall, the very same wall that divides the young khans, and across the wall, across the crack into which they will fall for the sake of whispering Yes, but it’s unlikely that you can save anyone. The axis of this, with the lechtar, with the dog and with the viscous khmizu, is the monthly light, because, as you well know, the Kokhants did not respect the filth of meeting with the monthly light of the white of Nina’s grave. And the axis of this terrible beast, which yelped, or rather, yelped, returned to Fisby, if she turned back home alone one night. As she ran, she let go of her cover, and the vile lion did not warm him with his crooked jaws, and soon after, Piram, handsome and stately, and knew the cover of his mouth to be dead and true. isbi. With a fiercely deadly blade, Vine well pierces her fiercely seething breasts, and Fisby, who was checking him under the shadow of the seam, snorts her dagger and dies. Everything else will be clearly explained to you by other actors, such as Leo, the Monthly Light, the Wall and the two that have fallen (Go with Pyramus, with Thess, Lev, the Monthly Light and the Wall).

Theseus. I wonder how the lion will speak.

Demetria. There is no reason, sir, to marvel that Lev can speak, since the donkey seems so faceless.

Rilo. This very thing, which is called Ril, is obliged, it seems to me, to depict a wall, so that you would think that there is a crack in it, a gap, or a door that often breaks They whisper loudly. This clay, this important thing and this stone show that I am the same mur and it, and the axis of the right-handed and left-handed is the same crack, as such fearful limbs as Pyramus and Fisby are guilty of whispering.

Theseus. How can you speak better if the hairy clay speaks better.

Demetria. No, sir, I didn’t feel that Stina spoke so provocatively.

Theseus. The Pyramid axis approaches the wall. Quiet!

Enter Pyramus.

Piram. Oh nothing, with fiercely starry eyes! Oh no, in terms of blackness you cannot compare with the thirsty blackness! Oh nothing, there is no bottom! It’s a pity, for now, for now, I’m afraid that Fisby forgot to give me my dues, And you, wall, dear love wall, that stands between my land and the land of her father, show me your crack so that our eyes can not ї look at each other ( The wall stretches out his hand and opens his fingers.) Such benefits to these people. Hi, Jupiter hurts you... What am I asking? I don't bother you, Fisby! Oh, the wall is miserable, but bliss is not visible. Let all your stones be cursed for such deception!

Theseus. The wall that was formed may seem like a husky.

Piram. No, sir, there is no way to discriminate this. Alo words... may seem to Fisby, now he's leaving. And I kept looking at her across the wall. Wait, everything is exactly as I said. Axis, here you go.

Enter Fisby.

Fisby. O wall, how often have you heard my groans about those who separate me from my beautiful Pyramus! How many times have my cherry-like lips kissed your stones, and there were only stones bound with hair and clay.

Fisby. Kohanna is mine! And I respect that you are my boss.

Piram. Respect what you want, but I am still your khan, always faithful to you, like Limander.

Fisvi. And I am faithful, like Olena, until the end of my days.

Piram. As faithful as I am to you, Shafal never met Procrusus.

Fisby. And I’m like Procrusus Shafal.

Piram. Oh, kiss me across the crack of this hanging wall

Fisby. I kiss, not you, but the crack of the wall.

Piram. Whatever you want, we’ll get together right next to Nina’s grave.

Fisby. Alive or dead, I will come there immediately.

Wall. I, Stina, have now played my role, and since the role has been played, then Stina will go (Go with Pyramus and with Fisba).

Theseus. Why are the walls that shared one and the same neighbors now no longer sleeping?

Demetria. How can she not sleep, sir, if she’s in trouble?

Ipolita. I have never smelled such a misfortune before.

Theseus. Most of such creations still need to be seasoned with fruit, and it is also best to be patient with them.

Ipolita. Then it will no longer be her merit, but yours.

Theseus. If we don’t have bad thoughts about them, but about ourselves, they can be mistaken for the most important actors. Already there are two noble animals: the month and the lion.

Enter Lev and the Monthly Light.

Lion. You, peepers, whose lower hearts clap if the target runs through the underside, may now freeze and freeze if the fierce lion begins to roar in a wild tale. So know what I am, a lower carpenter, in the name of Burov, and I want the skin for me left, but I don’t show the left from myself. If I had come here like a lion in all his ferocity, I would have had a bad time.

Theseus. The beast is even wilder and darker.

Demetria. I don’t know anything about the best.

Lysander. According to the goodness of the lion, the right one is the fox.

Theseus. I gander with discretion.

Demetria. Not quite so, my king: the goodness of his discretion cannot be compromised, and the fox often takes the gander.

Theseus. I am convinced that prudence does not come at the expense of goodness, so that the fox does not take away the gusto. Ale nadamo all tse na yogo rassud ta posudaemom, scho say mіsyatsya.

Monthly light. “This horned lekhtar represents the month.”

Demetria. Those horns would be on his forehead,

Theseus. He is a middle-aged month, so his horns are invisible.

Monthly light.

"This horned lekhtar represents the month,

Now I’m impersonating a human being myself,

This is what we have to do for a month."

Theseus. Resolve the greatest possible price. The people would then be planted at the lekhtar. How else can you show up as a human being in the month?

Demetria. He is afraid of the candle burning from the fireman. Look, it’s already burned out.

Ipolita. I’ve been thinking this whole month, and I’m impatiently waiting for the future.

Theseus. Judging from the weak light of his reasonableness, you need to think that trouble has already come for him. Ale we are polite and in fairness we can check the continuation.

Lysander. Cheer up, month!

Monthly light. This lekhtar is a month; axis everything that I happen to tell you; I am a human being in a month, and this knitwear is my knitwear; dog is my dog.

Demetria. Any trace of this would have to be taken over by the lekhtar, since it’s a month. Keep quiet! Axis ide Fisby.

Enter Fisby.

Fisby. Axis is the grave of old Nina. Where is my kohany?

Lion. Ooo! (Roar; Fisby ticks).

Demetria. The lion roared miraculously.

Theseus. And Fisby miraculously flowed in.

Ipolita. It's been a wonderful month since then. The month, indeed, shines with great controversy.

(Lion rips Fisby's cloak and leaves).

Theseus. Leo miracle її rozder.

Demetria. And the axis is ide and pyramid.

Lysander. And the lion knows.

Enter Pyramus.

Piram. Goodbye to you, any month, for your sleepy exchanges; because you shine so brightly, because with your gracious, golden, sparkling exchanges, I am confident that I will be honored with the honor of my most trusted Fisby... Hello! Oh my god! Look, poor face, how terrible is the grief here! Are you all about the peepers? Why is it so bad? Oh my dear treasure, my treasure, your beautiful cloak is covered in blood! O approach, fierce furies! Come, come, O Parks! So, come and cut the yarn! Destroy, destroy, destroy, kill!

Theseus. Thus, the invocation of death of another reality could appear even more destructive.

Ipolita. Damn my heart, if I don’t feel like I’m destroyed!

Piram. O nature, what did you do to the lion, if the new lion saved my belongings from all this squash stuff? She is revolutionizing... no, no, she is revolutionizing all the women who have ever lived, cooed, married and marveled so merrily! Come, servants, and destroy me. Oh, sword, if Pyramus hits the left side, the heart will die. So I'm dying! yes, yes, yes! Now I'm dead. Now my soul has flown! There you are in heaven! The language has finished, the look is fading! It's a month, come on! Now my eyes sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep! (It is dying. The Monthly Light is coming.)

Demetria. What kind of eyes are there, if he himself only has one point, because there is no one with him.

Lysander. No, no less, no point, because he’s dead, then nothing. Theseus, with the help of a doctor, you can still be dressed and appear as a donkey.

Ipolita. A month earlier, Fisby turned around and found her dog?

Theseus. Look, you'll find him when the stars are bright. It’s important to finish the song (Enter Fisby).

Ipolita. I am sure that we will not worry about this, having mourned such a Pyramus.

Demetria. A little powder on Teresa will show you who is better: - one is like a man, one is like a woman.

Lysander. She already gave him the impression of miracles in her eyes.

Demetria. I axis tenderness vocal.

Fisvi. My place is to sleep. How did you die, my little dove? O Pyramus, get tired! Tell me about it, tell me about it! Why are you so named? Died! Died! Would a broom close your wondrous eyes? These lily lips, this red nose, these yellow cheeks like a cibulin... everything yawned, yawned! Stop it, kohantsi, stop it! Never have a leek been as green as his eyes. Come, three sisters, before me, come and warm my milky blood with my blood, since you have already cut my life with your knives. Godi, movu! Not another word! Come, my faithful sword, come, blade, and fit into my chest! Goodbye, friends! The axis ends with Fisby. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! (Dies).

Theseus. Leo and the Monthly Light lost their lives and died.

Demetria. And with them is Stina.

Piram. No, on my word of honor, there are no longer any walls between the Volodynia of both fathers. Would you like to listen to the epilogue now and marvel at Bergamasco? Two of them are leaving our company.

Theseus. Please, don’t need another epilogue. Your dog will get along without anyone, since it won’t require any help at all: everyone has died and there is no one to bark for. If the one who wrote the song, engraved Pyramus, and hung himself on Fisby’s cord, a glorious tragedy would have resulted. That's how it is, and now, that's how miraculously played it is. Vikon Bergamasco, but there is no need for an epilogue

The rainfall of the night has already struck twelve times. The Swedes went to bed; The enchanting time of the spirits has arrived. I'm afraid that we'll sleep through the morning just like we've spoiled the whole world. It’s as if this song didn’t go well, but she fooled me for quite an hour. Father, please, love your friends. For two more years we will celebrate the holidays, add more nights for banquets and for new adventures (Go out).

Enter Pok.

Pok. Now is the hour when a hungry lion roars, he hovers for a month, and the day is spent sleeping peacefully and snoring. Now the burning soots are smoldering near the cavities, and at this hour one owl, with its ominous cry, tells the sick man about the shroud. Now is the hour of the night when the graves open wide and let out their scumbags with stitches of twins. Then we, elves, silently flow through the sun into the darkness behind Hecate, now triumphantly. Zhodna Misha does not disturb the life we ​​love. They sent me forward with a broom to stick the pill outside the door.

Enter with your honors Oberon and Titania.

Oberon. With a merciless light

Vogniv dogoryachikh

Let it touch you

The whole luxurious palace.

Vi, elfi, yak birdie,

Flying along the hills,

Repeat after me

Grayish mood.

Titania. Holding hands, repeat your word, and with these harmonious sounds we sanctify the incompleteness of the evil place.

Sing and dance.

Oberon. Now, elves, not yet fully seen, spread out in your corners; We will directly name and bless them. Everyone who is not born from them will be happy forever; all three friends will be faithful to their love; The hand of nature will not leave on the bodies of their children any birthmarks, no spots, no deep cracks that would bring such an expectation into the child’s life. Sprinkle with beneficial dew, blossom, elfies. Visit each of their chambers and bless the people from them, so that every palace will always have an unchanging light, and the ruler of the palace will prosper. Hurry up, don’t call, and before the end of the day everything will come together (with Titania and the elves).

Pok. Since we, the spirits, have not reached you yet, we will realize that everything can be corrected, that everything you have experienced is just a dream. So, important watchers, be as gentle as before going to bed; Don't cook it, and we'll get better. I guarantee you, as an honest Pok, and if someone doesn’t show up, call me a liar. Father, good night to you, and you, friends, greet me with handshake, and you trust that I will bring my duty to those who will recover (Exit).

DREAM IN IVANOV'S NIC.

Sometimes I create this song, even Gervinus, who was probably written in honor of the love of some high friend, respected 1594-96 river. The fun of Theseus is the very center of the song, where clowns, elves and craftsmen gather. John, on the other hand, points to Spencer’s “The Wedding of the Muses”, which is a strain on the songs and which appeared in 1591 people, which shows that the comedy was written after this fate. Then, in one place in the promotion of Titania, there is a pull on the weather abnormalities that occurred in 1593-1594, which leads to the creation of a new idea that the comedy appeared at the very hour.

Stor. 153. The story “To Dream on a Midsummer Night” is celebrated in the land of Athens, like François Hugo, - but the night that passed on St. John’s Day, then 24 cherubs, itself in England, during Shakespeare’s hours, was important fantastic character. On this very night, on the anniversary of the birth of John the Baptist, people were digging in the forest the famous color of fern, which has the power to make people invisible. Fairies, together with their queen, and demons, bewitched by Satan, entered into serious battles for the sake of this enchanted flower. It is completely clear that the author created this enchanting night and forest for the passage of the lost and for the brilliant and necessary guesses of ancient mythology, which are so laboriously and so poetically woven into people’s lives you and your addictions.”

Stor. 159. During the hours of Shakespeare in the English folk drama, craft shops took up a lot of space. They stank of their patrons, in whose honor the mysteries were born, who conveyed the lives and miracles of the skin of their patrons. Some workshops met and performed a great song on a theme drawn from the Old and New Testaments, as they now perform the Passion of the Lord in Ammergau.

Stor. 162. While, as it is popularly called, Robin Goodfellow, the literal translation is none other than the German “faithful servant Ruprecht.” It’s a miracle that in the German language the word “Rupel” has been lost, which can only be analogous to the English word “clown”, which expresses the role that Poke plays in Shakespeare. The cultivation of elves, which was more widespread in Scandinavia than in England, has emerged, in its turn, in more living forms in Scotland and England, and in Germany. Especially Robin Goodfellow was a lover of folk fantasy of the 13th century, and from his name, like the name of "Eulenspiegel" in Germany and the "Brownie" in Russia, all the cunning twists were inspired. Words about them were already mentioned in 1584 in the book “Discoveries of Witshcraft”. In my book “Terrors of the Night” it seems that all the fun turns of “Robin, elfies, fairies of our hour” are starting to sound in the morning. Tarleton's book "News out of Purgatory" also suggests that Robin was a miracle with his cheerful twists. Then, in one folk book, published even before the appearance of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” and the instructions in 1628, tales about Poki are passed on by different peoples.

Stor. 162. "Boy, stealing from the Indian king." People are so fond of telling stories about the elves that they steal the baptized little children and place their frozen, mischievous, noisy and restless children in the same place. In order to get rid of such an unbearable screamer, he would only slander him a lot or bring him to the crossroads and deprive him of him at the bottom - the elfs would immediately take pity on him and turn back the child who was stolen.

Stor. 163. The name of the king of the elves “Oberon” is rearranged in the French style: Alberon or Alberich, a dwarf-elf, who appears early in the old German vertices. The novel by Huon de Bordeaux appears as Oberon, and this was translated into English in 1579 by Lord Bernes.

Stor. 164. All of England in 1593 and 1594 suffered from these spontaneous disasters, as Shakespeare reveals here and as godly people attributed to God’s wrath. In Streep's Annals, François Hugo writes about King's sermon, written on this topic. The story of the poet and the important preacher was shared by all commentators on Shakespeare, and on the basis of these words, Malone dates the composition of “The Dream” to 1594.

Stor. 165. With Oberon’s words about the Vestal Virgin who panted at Sunset, respect François Hugo, even a true confession emerges. The Earl of Leicester at Kenilhorsey Castle in Lipny in 1575 gave a holy day in honor of Elizabeth. A mythological dog was played on the lake in front of the queen. “Triton under the guise of a lilac” and “Arion on the back of a dolphin” took part in this interlude and sang a song written by Leycester himself in honor of the high-ranking nobleman. Elizabeth was already very loyal to her host, increased her respect to a new level and agreed to host him for seventeen days. This favor was so great that everyone was looking for a priest in Leicester who was preparing to become a man. Who had an even longer break in negotiations about fun with the Duke of Alençon. Around this time, rumors began to circulate about the all-powerful leader’s intrigue with the Countess of Essex. One of the desperate ones dared to speak loudly about this connection. He shared the same name with Shakespeare's mother and was called Edward Arden. Leicester took revenge for his words by hanging him, calling him into Catholicism. And just like that, the word came: Leicester’s love affair with Elizabeth had not met, Essex himself died suddenly, as they said, from being weaned off, and Lady Essex, having become a widow, was transformed into Lady Leicester. At this point in the sky comes the message of Oberon Poku. The dog has a lot of influences on the Kenilworth saints, which Shakespeare might especially like, being a twelve-year-old boy. Thus, at this point, it is conveyed that Shakespeare in the pastoral on the lake played the role of “moon”; Walter Scott, rather anachronistically, ascribes that Elizabeth was the poet of her vertices; François Hugo explains that the Stradford butcher John Shakespeare attacked the saint, taking his son there.

Stor. 173. “Say it straight, I’m a Burov carpenter.” These words evoke one spirit of the Kenyan saints. At the hour of his performance on Lake Gerri, Goldingham was responsible for depicting Arion on the back of a dolphin; By the time he realized that his voice was already hoarse and had become extremely unpleasant, he tore off his suit and began to swear that he was not Arion at all, but simply honest Gerry Goldingham. This unexpected twist made everyone happy and called the queen.

Stor. 175 "Pik and Base with a donkey's head on his shoulders." Albert the Great, in his prisons, tells of turning a human head into a donkey’s: “Si vis quod caput hominis assimiletur capiti asini, sume de semine aselli, et unge haminis in capite, et sic apparebit.” Reginald Scott, in his “Acquaintances with the Process of Enchantment” in the 19th section, gives a more detailed recipe for achieving the same result: “Apply, after explaining how to prepare the ointment, - with the crazy heads of those present, and Let's get together with donkeys and horses."

Stor. 185. “The most beautiful grass tree.” The axis is revealed about the holy 1st Herb by Shakespeare Stebbs (an ancient Puritan, in his “Anatomie of Abuses”, directed in 1585. “On the 1st Herb, all the inhabitants of towns and villages isi, de y Spend the whole day in different places and the stars turn with green leaves in their hands, with bouquets of flowers tied at the ends of the horns, and on these oxen bring home a herb tree, entwined with flowers and herbs, around them. I'm cutting the beast's hair down to the bottom , and some are prepared with carved farbs; after the tree, having brought it home and decorating its tops with ensigns and khustkas, they sizzle the ground with white leaves, and cover the tree itself with green garlands;

Stor. 192. “Perhaps, when Valentine’s Day arrives, the birds will begin to make bets.” It was popularly believed that birds begin to mate on Saint's Day. Valentina.

Stor. 202. People in the month were treated not just for the thoughts of the people, but for the thoughts of ancient people. He was being held by a dog with a knitted rope around his shoulders. Just that hour the food was talking about those who are people. In the opinion of some theologians, this people were none other than the good-natured Isaac, who carried the blessing to the altar, on whom the father could sacrifice him. The orthodox shepherds raised this idea and, with divine books in their hands, argued that Abraham and Isaac, like the righteous, are in the bosom of the Lord. In my opinion, people of the month are the same sinner about whom the book of “Numbers” speaks and who do not respect the commandment about ending this day, taking away the khmiz from the Sabbath. This belief may have been more popular in England, as can be seen in an old poem from the 14th century attributed to Chauser. The legend is still gloomy. The truth, visible to people for thousands of years in the light of the night, is none other than Cain, who drove the Lord’s curses out of the earth and became the “everlasting Jew of the month.” This idea was widespread in Italy and is reflected in Dante.

Stor. 205. Oberon speaks about the real flames. Behind popular belief, stinks still have new meanings. Most people's everyday fires can bring them misfortune, and those invisible to me, in turn, bring happiness.

A Midsummer Night's Dream is a comedy by William Shakespeare, written between 1594 and 1596. Apparently, the song "A Midsummer Night's Dream" was written by Shakespeare before it became popular in English. ї aristocrats and patrons of Elizabeth’s mysteries which came out on the 19th of 1595, on which day “Dream of the Summer Night” was first recorded at the theater).
In 1826, the 17th-century German composer Felix Mendelssohn wrote music for the theatrical production “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” Mendelssohn's music before "A Midsummer Night's Dream" had little popularity among productions of the 19th century, and lost its trace in cinematography, being the main musical theme of the 1935 film "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Particularly popular was Mendelssohn's "Merry March" and "A Midsummer Night's Dream", the hymn of the levity of love transformed into the hymn of friend's fidelity.

Theseus plans to make friends with Hypolitus, and so does Demetrius and Hermia, who is influenced by Hermia’s father. Hermia loves Lysander, and at the same time they decide to run away and talk about this Demetrius, who has fallen in love with Demetrius, believing that Olena will be pleased with the succession of his wife for Demetrius’s heart. Olena, having taken care of Demetrius, tells him about the passing of his betrothed. At the end of the day, all four - Hermia, Lysander, Olena and Demetrius - stumble into the forest at that hour, when the king of fairies and elves Oberon plans to punish his squad Titania, who does not give up his Indian page. Oberon instructs his servant Puck to smear the eyes of the sleeping Titania with the enchanting juice, after he has passed out, he kills the first living essence, so as to forget and forget his Indian lover. The enchanting juice is in the flower that grew on the spot where Cupid’s arrow hit, which jumped up from the valuable unoccupied land.

Fairy

Or you just look like you,
It's true, Rogue Robin,
Evil spirit. Not in the villages
Are the girls yapping? Melesh the grains yourself?
You get tops and bottoms all the time
Won't you let the maid kill you?
Do you drink yeast from beer? You're fooling
Do you want the night mandravka and then?
Who is your nickname “dear Puck”?
So please help him this way and that way.
Tell me, what are you doing?

Fairy ta Pak

Arthur Rackham - Fairy ta Puck

Arthur Rackham - Fairy ta Puck

Oberon

Chi do good tsa zustrich at the month,
Gordovita Titania?

Titania

What's this?

Jealous Oberon? Let's see, fairies!
My look and bed are hateful.

Oberon and Titania

Joseph Noel Paton. Superchka to Oberon and Titania

Alfred Fredericks. Titania and Oberon

Arthur Rackham - Titania and Oberon

Arthur Rackham. Titania

Arthur Rackham - Titania

The same amateur actors who wanted to play the song “Pyramus and Thisbe” at the fun of Theseus come to the forest. One of them – the weaver Motok (in another translation – the Base) appears as an animal Pak with a donkey’s head. A weaver with a donkey's head and feathers and shakes Titania after awakening and wraps herself in the new one.

Titania

For this reason, do not drink too much.
You don't know the roads.
I am the essence of a rare breed.
In my villages, it’s summer for a whole river.
I love you. Come, my friend.
Elfs for servants will run after you,
To be pearled, to be pranked in the seas
And sleep if you are dozing on the couch.
This is how I will cleanse your mortal brush,
You, like a spirit, will descend over the earth.

Titania and Base

Alfred Fredericks - Foundation

Alfred Fredericks - Titania and Skein (Base)

Alfred Fredericks - Titania and Foundation

Edwin Landseer. Titania and Base

John Anster Fitzgerald. Titania and Base

Joseph Noel Paton. Titania and Skein (Base)

Arthur Rackham - Titania and the Foundation

Oberon became the witness of the rose of the Deer and Demetria, who threw away the slaughtered maiden. Oberon orders Puck to water the eyes of the sleepy Demetrius with enchanting juice, so that Demetrius will fall in love with Olena. Ale Pak gently pours juice over Lysander’s eyes and then curls up into Olena, forgetting about love before Hermia. Recovering, Pak waters Demetrius’s eyes and also squirms at Olen’s. Olena, who is not a little greedy prankster, now knows two people and believes that Demetrius, Lysander and Hermia want to fire evil at her. Hermia wonders why Lysander is so cold towards her. Demetrius and Lysander go to fight for the heart of Deer.

Arthur Rackham. Olena

Jones Simmons. Hermia and Lysander

Alfred Fredericks - Lysander and Hermia

Alfred Fredericks - Nimechchina

Alfred Fredericks. Demetrius and Olena

Oberon orders Puck to extract the magic juice from Lysander, and he kisses Titania, who has already given away the Indian boy. The weaver turns around in his normal image and at the same time plays with his comrades for triple fun: Theseus makes friends with Hypolytus, Lysander with Hermia, and Demetrius with his new khann - Olenaya.

Oberon
(stepping forward)

Ah, Robin, I’m flying! Bachish? Have mercy.
I'm starting to feel sad.
Now she's been picking up at the site
Flowers for this vile image;

Oberon, Titania and Skein (Base)

Titania

My Oberon! Oh, what nonsense!
I had a dream that I loved everyone.

Oberon

Axis is your dear friend.

Oberon, Titania and the Base

Alfred Fredericks - Titania, Oberon and Foundation

John Anster Fitzgerald - Oberon and Titania

William Blake. Oberon, Titania and Pak with the fairies who dance.

Alfred Fredericks - Theseus and Hypolita

Now let's talk about two screen versions of Shakespeare's comedies that I marveled at - the 1935 release and the 1999 release.

The film "A Midsummer Night's Dream" was made in 1935 by directors Max Reinhardt and William Dieterli. In this film, the wonderful Kazkova atmosphere is especially enchanting Titania, as played by Anita Louise.

Stills from the film "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (1935):

Oberon and Titania

Titania and Base

Hermia (role played by Olivia de Havilland)

Olena (played by Jean Muir)

With the current film adaptation of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” I would like to mention the 1999 film directed by Michael Hoffman, which should be remembered more than the 1935 film, regardless of the delicacies of their It is true that Shakespeare's text is transported to the Italian town of Athens at the end of the 19th century, and Lysander , Hermia, Demetrius and Olena ride through the forest on bicycles. Just as the 1935 film Roku has an accent of destruction in a buffoon, then the film 1999 Roku has an accent not in its cosmos, but in the comicality of what appears to be the structure of which the film looks like in the same breath. I play Titania. You can't beat a beautiful actress for this role; Michelle Pfeiffer in the role of the queen of fairies and elves is simply marvelous.

Stills from the film "A Midsummer Night's Dream" (1999):

Oberon and Titania

Titania and Base

In the theatrical history of the role of Titania, one cannot help but remember Vivien Li, who first appeared on stage in the role of Titania in the production of “A Summer Night’s Dream” on 27 April 1937.

Viv'en Li as Titania

DURING INDIVIDUALS Theseus, Duke of Athens. Hey, Father Hermia. Lysander) went to Hermia. Demetrius Philostratus, officer of affairs at the court of Theseus Pigva, smith. Milyaga, carpenter. Warp, weaver. Dudka, repairman of blower houses. Rilo, coppersmith. Zamorish, beautiful. Hypolyta, queen of the Amazons, is befriended by Theseus. Hermia, married to Lysander. Olena, buried in Demetria. Oberon, king of the fairies and elves. Titania, queen of fairies and elves. Pek abo Dobry Maliy Robin, a little elf. Reserve Peas | Pavutinka | Metelik) elfi. Girchich grain | Fairies and elves, honorable to Oberon and Titania. Mіstse diї - Athens and forest nearby. ACT I SCENE 1 Athens, Theseus's palace. Enter Theseus, Hypolita, Philostratus and honor. Theseus is beautiful, our beloved year is drawing closer: Many days of happiness - a new month will bring us. Ale oh, how the old man calls! Stand on the road to my village, Like a mother or an old widow, Who eats the youngsters’ income. Hipolita Chotiri days and nights to drown quickly; How many nights in dreams have sunk so quickly... And the month of the month - the cybula zi sribla, Stretched in the sky - settles the night of our fun! Theseus Philostratus, go! They destroyed all the young people in Athens and awakened the living spirit of the merry. Let sadness be lost for the funeral: We don’t need bright guests at the banquet. Philostratus is coming. Theseus I have killed you with the sword, O Polyta; With the threats of your love I have achieved, For fun, I will play in a different key: Organic, and fun, and lush! Enter Hegeus, Hermia, Lysander and Demetrius. Egey Be happy, our glorious Duke Theseus! Theseus I love you, Egey! What do you say? Hey, I am embarrassed, and I want to tell you about Hermia - so, about my own daughter! - Demetrius, come! - My sir, the axis of the one to whom I want to give my daughter. - Lisandre, come closer! - My sir! And this is from enchanting her heart. - You, you, Lisandre! You wrote the verses, Through the outposts of the khanna they changed with her, Under the windows and in the monthly light Successfully sang the love of the successful song! You let go, in order to fill her heart, Bracelets, hair heels, tsukki, Kvits, dribniki, bling - everything that is so sweet to unacquainted youth! Having stolen your love from your approach, You have obeyed your father’s dutiful ears, Having done evil in the face! - So, since Vaughn is with you, my sovereign, will not let Demetrius go, I call upon the ancient Athenian law: Since my daughter is my daughter, I can replace her with Mother; and I said: Demetrius Abo - as prescribed by law In such cases - death is inevitable! THESEUS Well, Hermia, beautiful maiden, what do you say? Go quiet. Father wants to respect your heavens with God: Having created your beauty, the wax form is given to you; Whether to deprive or break - it is right. Demetrius is a whole person. Hermia Lysander my - also. THESEUS Yes, of course; If your dad is not for anyone, then that means he’s the best one. HERMIA How I wished that my father would marvel at my eyes! Theseus No! Soon your eyes will submit to your judgment. Hermia Vibachte, your lordship, I bless you. I myself don’t know where I discovered humility, and how it is possible, without showing modesty, to speak so freely in front of everyone. I implore you, allow me to know: What is most important to me, If I don’t marry Demetrius? Theseus What? Death! Or the words are forever in the form of the marriage of people. Oh why, Hermia, check yourself. Think: You are young... Sleep your soul, If you go against your father’s will: What are the clothes of the chosen nun, Forever laid in the monastery, Live all your life as a barren nun And is it hard to sleep through the months of the cold hymn? A hundred times blessed, who subdues his blood, So that a girlish path can be created on earth; Ale Trojan, who are disillusioned in their aroma, Happy for the one who lives in the innocent Flower, lives, dies - everything is of its own! Hermia So I bloom, and live, and die. I want quickly, my daughter's rights to give you power! This is a yoke. My soul does not want to bend. Theseus Silence Hermia! On the day of the new moon (On the day on which I am bound by my love for an eternal partnership) Ti are ready to be guilty: either to die for the destruction of my father’s will, or to marry the one I chose, or to date forever with the Father Diani and lovelessness that harsh life. Demetrius Sink, O Hermia! - And you, Lisandre, submit to my infinite rights. To Lizandra Demetrius, since you love your father so much, give me your daughter, and make friends with him! Egey the Mocker is praising! So, love dad - Behind him and with her are all those whom I love. Alya’s daughter is mine, and I give all rights over her to Demetrius again! Lysander Ale, sir, with him I am jealous of the people of Ta and wealth; I love more; According to my position, I am no lower than Demetrius; And the firebrand - which outweighs everything - I love the beautiful Hermia! What about my rights? Demetrius - so, I will tell you in person - To Olena, the daughter of Nedar, who died. I sank the wine. Tender Olena is crazy to love, She loves an empty person! Theseus I know, I’ve been thinking about this and I’ve been thinking about talking to him; Ale, occupy yourself with the most important rights, forgetting about those. - Come with me, Demetrius, and you, Egey! Come with me both, and we’ll know what to talk about! - Well, Hermias, try to satisfy your beloved father, so that the law of Athens (which we cannot change) will bring you to death or eternal lovelessness. - Well, Ipolita... What, my dear? Let's go... - Demetrius and Egei are behind me. I’ll entrust you to take charge until the appointed day and I’ll talk about those that both of you miss. Egey Vikonati will oblige us for our sake forever. Theseus, Hypolita, Egeus, Demetrius and it is honor to go. Lysander Well, my little farm? How pale are your cheeks! The Trojans yawned at them like crazy! HERMIA It’s not for the one who doesn’t have a board, which can be easily obtained from the storm of my eyes. Lysander What a pity! I have never felt or read, either in history or in history, the smooth path of true love. Ale - chi the sacristy at the walk... Hermia About grief! To all, be filled with the lower!.. Lysander Or the difference in years... Hermia Oh mockery! Let's be too old for the betrothed young! Lysander Or the choice of close and friends... Hermia Oh torment! How can you love someone else's choice? Lysander And if we all choose kindly, war, illness and death will forever threaten love and its frailty, like a sound, mittevim, like a shadow, fleeting and, like a dream, short. So the sparkle, flashing in the dark night, The heavens and the earth were filled with anger, And before, below we shouted: “Wonder!” – There is already endless darkness in the depths – Everything in the brightness is so clear. Hermia Ale, as for those who die, Suffering is inevitable, and such is the law of fate, So will the tried-and-true sufferers: And this is the most important cross for the soul, Decent for it, - dreams, torment, tears, Bazhanna, dreams - the soul of unfortunate honor! Lysander So, you are talking... Hey, Hermia, listen: I have an aunt. There is a widow, Bagata, childless before. I've been alive for so many miles now. So: I don’t like how I love my son! There, Hermie, we can get married. The harsh laws of Athens will not be found there. If you really love me, tomorrow at night you will secretly leave the house. By the forest, three miles from Athens, where you and Olena met (you came to perform the rituals of the herbal wound, remember?), I will check for you. Hermia O my Lysander! I swear by the hired cybul of Cupid, His golden arrow, the purity of Venus’s doves, by the fire into which Dido rushed, When the Trojan raised her vitrile, - By all with whom the heavens bind love, by the dark oaths of men, they are godless (Why should the women be caught up? I swear: at the forest, to whom you have promised, I will be there tomorrow night, my dear! Your beauty fills Demetrius, Happy! Your look shines brighter, lower than the eyes, your voice is sweet, Like a lark in the middle of the fields... If beauty were to stick to the disease - I would have become infected in you, my friend, I would have taken over from you! Radkom I Blisk of the Eyes , and the tenderness of my licorice... If the whole world were mine - Demetria, I would sooner take myself; with all the others - Volodya! But now: what kind of mysticism of Demetria did you almost captivate Hermia? I love Olena more and more. make fun of me! HERMIA I swear to you - this is only brighter than half the moon! Olena Oh, please give me blessings! Hermia As cruel as I am, I am as tender as I am! Olena Because I am the weakest, the fiercest is with me! HERMIA Your madness is not my fault. Olena Your beauty! Oh, be mine, wine! Hermia I won’t get along with him anymore: don’t suffer. We will leave this land one day soon! While I lived here, I didn’t know the land, Athens seemed more beautiful to me than paradise... And the axis is the land! Why don't you, if you can earn a living in hell from paradise? Lizandre Oleno, friend, I will reveal everything to you: Tomorrow at night, let’s see Phoebe’s face in the mirror of the river, Kamish strewn with rare pearls, - At the hour when the closed trenches shore, We will leave her so many thiefs. Hermia In the forest, often lying between the rooms, We shared girlish dreams, My Lysander is obliged to meet with me, And we leave the place of our dear, Listening to other friends, another stake. Farewell, my childish friend! Please pray for our destiny and God send Demetrius to you. - So remember the prayer, Lisandre: until the night our eyes will be guilty of fasting. Lysander So, my Hermia... Hermia is coming. Goodbye, Oleno! Demetria Kohannya I encourage you. (Leave). Olena Yaka is happy alone for the worse! In Athens I am equal to her beauty... So what? He is blind to my beauty: I don’t want to know what everyone knows. Vіn to Oman, Hermієyu poloneniya; I, too, am blinded by them. The khanna is built to forgive and in valor to reverse vices and not to see - chooses with the heart: For those they are blindly portrayed. It is important to reconcile with a healthy mind. Without eyes - and wings: a symbol of reckless haste!.. Its sound is a child; Aje is easy to fool її zhartom. And just as the lads are afraid of the people, so are their legends and nothing of deception. As long as Hermia was not captured, I swore allegiance in a hail of oaths; As soon as there was a breath of heat before Hermia, there was hail, and with it all the oaths were in vain. I'll think about it: Perhaps, near the forest at night; And if I take it away, I will pay dearly for it. Ale me in my ace and tse richly - With him at once there is a road from the forest to the forest! (Exit) SCENE 2 Atheni. Room in a hut. Enter Pigva, Milyaga, Osnova, Dudka, Rilo and Zamorish. Is our whole company assembled? Basis And you better take the roll call: call us all behind the list. Pigva Ax is a list with the names of everyone whom we found more or less relevant in order to present our interlude before the Duke and Duchess on the evening of their friendship. The basis First for everything, good Peter Pigva, tell us where the p'ies lie, then read the names of the actors - and so you will come to the end! Pigva Correct! Our song is “A cruel comedy and an even cruel death for Pyramus and Fisby.” The basis is a miracle thing, I sing you the word, it’s a miracle! Well, good Peter Pigva, now I call all the actors behind the list. Hulks, form a row! Pigva Subscribe to the vik!.. Nik Basis! Basis Є! Name my role and continue the roll call. Pigva to you, Nika Basis, we have set our sights on Pyramus. Basis What is Pyramus? Is Kokhanets wicked? Pigva Kokhanets, who inveterately beats himself through kohannya. Base Aha! Oh dear, there is a need for tears in order to play this track. Well, as soon as I take on this role - get ready, public, hustki! I will rise in a storm... I will scold with a singing world... Well, to tell the truth, my main concern is the role of villains. I would have played Hercules or played such a role so as to destroy the earth and destroy everything! You can feel the roar, the blows of the fighters - and the shutter of the cruel dungeon will fall. And Phoebus, the bright god, distant and high, change the evil fate of your chariot! What's wrong? Good, huh? Well, call on other actors. You have the manner of Hercules, the character of dashing; kokhanets - where is slozoginnishy. Pigva Francis Dudka, blower farm repairman. Dudka E, Peter Pigva! Pigwa Ti wants to take on the role of Fisby. Who will be Thisbe? A mandarin face? No, this lady, in the yak of Pyramus. No, on my honor, please don’t bother me to spoil my wife: my beard is coming through! Pigva means nothing; you can play in the mask and you will squeak in the thinnest voice. Base A! If you can play in a mask - let me play Fisbe for you: I can speak in a greedy, thin voice. “Yours, yours... Ah, Piram, my dear Kokhanets! I am your Thisbe dear, I am your dear lady!” Pigva Ni! No! You are the brother of Piram, and you, Dudko, are of Fisbe. Basis Well done. Go ahead! Pigva Robin Zamorish, handsome! Zamorish E, Peter Pigva! Pigva Zamorish, you gratify mother Fisby. - Thomas Rilo, coppersmith! Rilo E, Peter Pigva! Pigva Ti - Father Pyramiv. I'll play Fisbin's dad. - My dear, carpenter, you will take the role of Lev. Well, I'm sure it's a miracle that we're getting along. Has your role of Lev been rewritten? Now give it to me, because my memory is too difficult to remember. There’s nothing to read here, and this is how you play: you’ll only have to bark. Basis Let me play Leva for you! I grumble so much that your heart will be glad; I’m so loud that the Duke himself said in a loud voice: “Well, stop blaming him again, stop blaming him again!” Well, if you bark so terribly, you will probably jump the duchess and all the ladies to death; You can scream stench, but what will be enough to hang us dry! It’s good for you, friends, that if we are afraid of them, they won’t come up with anything better than to raise us up. It is impossible to play any role except Piram, because Piram is a great fellow, the very kind of man in the color of rocks, a first-class man, with manners, well, in a word, exactly like you... You only have to lose Pirama Okay, I'm good, shall I take the role from the beard? -Ruzhoi?Chi, maybe, the color of the French crown - a pure yellow color? Pigva These French crowns don’t have any hair at all, and you will have to play with a bare face... - Well, hulks, these are your roles, and I ask you, I bless you and I implore you - remember them by tomorrow wow evening . And in the evening come to the palace forest, one mile from the place: there we will rehearse in the monthly light. Otherwise, if we are being elected in the locality, they will sniff out about it and knock out our twist. In the meantime, I’ll make a list of the props we need for the show. I ask you not to let me down. Basis Let's come obov'yazkovo. There you will be able to rehearse, as it seems, more unceremoniously, more freely. Try not to be intimidated by the denunciations of the broods! Until then, stay healthy! Pigva Zustrich - at the Duke's oak. The basis of Good. I want to hang myself, but stay on task. Go.

William Shakespeare

Dream of summer night

DURING INDIVIDUALS

Theseus , Duke of Athens.

Egey , Father Germiya

Lysander, Demetrius , went to Hermia.

Philostratus , officer of affairs at the court of Theseus

Pigva , teslar.

Milyaga , carpenter

Warp , weaver

Dudka , repairman of blower farms.

Rilo , coppersmith.

Zamorish , Kravets.

Ipolita , Queen of the Amazons, entrusted with Theseus

Hermia , went to Lisandra.

Olena , buried in Demetrius.

Oberon , king of fairies and elves.

Titania , queen of fairies and elves.

Peck, or Good Maliy Robin little elf.

Spawning Peas, Pavutinka, Metelik, Gircichne Grain , elfi.

Fairies and elves, honorable to Oberon and Titania.

Mіstse diї - Athens and forest nearby.

ACT I

SCENE 1

Athens, Palace of Theseus.

Login Theseus, Ipolita, Philostratusі honor.

Theseus

Beautiful, our sweet time is getting closer:

Happy days - new month

Bring it to us. Ale oh, how the old man calls!

Stand on the road to my villages,

Yak machuha chi old widow,

Why are the young people eating their income?

Ipolita

Many days and nights you will drown quickly;

How many nights disappear from your dreams so quickly...

І pіvmesyats - tsybulya zі sribla,

Stamped on the sky, it touches

No more fun for us!

Theseus

Philostratus, go!

They destroyed all the young in Athens

And awaken the lively spirit of cheerfulness.

Let the sorrow for the funeral be lost:

We don’t need bright guests at the banquet.

Philostratus let's go.

Theseus

I killed you with a sword, Hipolita;

Having achieved your love with threats,

Clean and fun and picturesque!

Login Egey, Hermia, Lysanderі Demetrius.

Egey

Be happy, our glorious Duke Theseus!

Theseus

I love you, Egey! What do you say?

Egey

I'm embarrassed, I'm sorry for you

For Hermia - so, for my own daughter! -

Demetrius, come! - My sir,

The axis of the one to whom I want to give my daughter. -

Lisandra, you are coming! - My sir!

And this is from enchanting her heart. -

You, you, Lisandre! You wrote verses,

Kohannya exchanged greetings with her through the outposts,

Under the windows in the monthly light

Successfully singing love's successful song!

You let it go to fill her heart,

Bracelets, hair rings, tsukki,

Kviti, dribnichki, bryazkaltsy - everything,

What sweetness to unfulfilled youth!

You’ve stolen your khan’s approach,

Listen to me, faithful father,

Having done evil to the fullest! - So yeah

I won’t give it for you, my sir.

Say hello to Demetrius, I call

Before the ancient Athenian law:

Since it’s my daughter, I can relate to her

Roztashovuvati; and I read: Demetrius

Abo - yak transferred by law

In such cases - death!

Theseus

Well, Hermia, a beautiful girl,

What do you say? Go quiet.

Having created your beauty, you

It is a wax form;

Whether to deprive or break - it is right.

Demetrius is a whole person.

Hermia

Lysander my - the same.

Theseus

So, of course;

Ale yakscho your dad is not for anyone,

That means he’s the best one.

Hermia

I wanted my dad to marvel at my

Theseus

No! Soon your eyes

Musimo yogo sudzhennu podkryatsya.

Hermia

Vibachte, your lordship, my blessing.

I don’t know myself, but I knew mercy,

And whatever is possible, without showing modesty,

They speak so freely for all of me.

I conjure you, allow me to be recognized:

What bothers me the most?

What if I don’t marry Demetria?

Theseus

What? Death! Or the saying forever

Type of matrimony. Axis why,

Oh Hermia, check yourself. Think:

You are young... Sleep your soul,

If you go against Father’s will:

Chi zdatna ti odyagti vbrannya nuns,

Our lives will be placed in the monastery,

Live your entire life as a barren nun

And is it possible to sing a month of cold hymns?

A hundred times blessed, who conquers his blood,

So that the land will not be occupied;

Ale Troyanda, in arable land,

Happy for the one who is a blessing to the innocent

Bloom, live, die - everything is the same!

Hermia

So I bloom, and live, and die

I want to swedish, the girls are right

Give yomu u vlada! Yogo yoke

My soul does not want to quicken.

Theseus

Go silent, Hermia! It's a new moon day

(The day that my love connects with me

Forever the partnership) is to blame

Be ready: or die

For the destruction of Father's will,

Or marry the one you choose,

Or the dates of forever and Sunday Diani

A habitation of lovelessness and a miserable life.

Demetrius

Sink, O Hermia! - And you, Lisandre,

My rights are unconditionally granted.

Lysander

Demetrius, since you love your dad so much,

Give me your daughter, and make friends with him!

Egey

The mocker of praise! So, love dad -

Behind him and her are all those that I love.

Alya’s daughter is mine, and all rights over her

I give it to Demetrius again!

Lysander

Hello, sir, I am dear to the people with him

That wealth; I love more;

I am no less than my position,

Shvidshe, navіt vyshche, nіzh Demetrius;

And the firebrand - which overwhelms everything -

I am Hermie, beautifully loved!

What about my rights?

Demetrius - so, I’ll tell you in person -

Until Oleni, daughter of Nedar, died.

I sank the wine. Nizhna Olena

It’s crazy to love someone who’s unfaithful,

I love empty people!

Theseus

I know, I feel something about this

I was thinking of talking to him;

Ale, occupy yourself with the most important rights,

Forgetting about those. - Come with me, Demetrius,

And you, Ege! Both will go with me,

We know what to talk about! -

Come on, Hermie, try to support me

My dear father,

Otherwise, I will honor the law of Athens for you

(Whichever we change is not in our minds)

To death or lovelessness forever. -

Well, Hipolita... What, my dear?

Let's go... - Demetrius and Egei are behind me.

I will entrust you with descho vlashtuvati

I'll talk until tomorrow morning

Why are you both worried?

Egey

Vikonati will oblige us for our sake forever.

Theseus, Ipolita, Egey, Demetriusі honor go.

Lysander

Well, what, my mess? How pale are your cheeks!

The Trojans yawned at them like crazy!

Hermia

Chi not to the one who doesn’t have a board, which

It's easy to get from the storm of my eyes.

Lysander

What a pity! I still don't feel

And without reading - whether in history, or in Kazakhstan, -

May the path of true love be smooth.

Ale - chi sacristy at the walk...

Hermia

About grief! Vischomu - to be captivated by the lower ones!

Lysander

Or the importance of flying...

Hermia

O mockery!

Let's be too old for the betrothed young!

Lysander

Or choose close and friends...

Hermia

How can you love someone else's choice?

Lysander

And since our choice is good, there is war,

Illness or death will always threaten love

I tremble like a sound, mittevim,

Like shadow, fleeting, like a dream, short.

So the sparkle, flashing in the dark night,

The rotten sky and earth are revealed,

And before, we shouted: “Wonder!” -

There is already endless darkness -

I know everything so clearly.

Hermia

Ale yakscho for those who died inevitably

Suffering and such a law of share,

This is how it will be with the tested patients:

Aje tse for kohannya zvichainy khrest,

Decent, - gloom, weariness, tears,

Bazhannya, sleep - love's unfortunate honor!

Lysander

So, you are talking... Hey, Hermie, listen:

And my aunt. There's a widow

Rich, childless before.

I've been alive for so many miles now.

So: I don’t like how I love my son!

There, Hermie, we can get married.

Zhorstok Athenian laws

They won't know us there. I mean, it’s true,

Tomorrow at night, go and hide from home.

By the forest, three miles from Athens, there,

De zustriv you and Olena (you came

Perform rituals with the herbal wound, remember?),

I'll give you a check.

Hermia

Oh my Lysander!

I swear by Cupid's cybullet,

With its golden arrow,

Venus doves with purity,

With fire, as Dido rushed,

When the Trojan raised his glass, -

Everything with which love binds the heavens,

Darkness of human oaths, shamelessly broken

(Why is it impossible for women to catch up with them),

I swear: at the fox you ordered,

I'll be there tomorrow night, my love!

Enter Olena.

Lysander

You take an oath... And marvel - Oleno!

Hermia

Hello! Where are you going, my beautiful friend?

Olena

Am I beautiful? Oh, don't fry it for nothing.

Your beauty will fill Demetrius,

Shchaslivitsa! Your look seems to me

Chim lark song in the middle of the fields.

Whether beauty sticks to illness -

I would get infected from you, my friend!

I'd take over your stealth code

And the sparkle of the eyes, and the tenderness of my licorice...

Be mine the whole world - Demetria swedish

I would take my own; to everyone else - Volodya!

Ale navchi me: with such mysticism

Did Demetria feel a little panicked?

Hermia

I frown - I love more and more.

Olena

I'm so in control - I wish I could laugh!

Hermia

I swear to you - in this new world there is only half as bright as half of me!

Olena

Oh, let me soften you with blessings!

Hermia

As cruel as I am, I am as tender as I am!

Olena

The more tender I am, the fiercer the one with me!

Hermia

Your madness is not my fault.

Olena

Your beauty! Oh, be mine, wine!

Hermia

I won’t bother with him anymore: don’t suffer.

We will leave this land one day soon!

While I lived here, I don’t know who I am,

Athens seemed to me to be beyond paradise...

The first axis is a mess! Chim garna won,

When in heaven you can earn money in the heat of Vilnius?

Lysander

Olena, friend, I will reveal everything to you:

Tomorrow at midnight I'll treat Phoebeus

Your face shines in the mirror of the river,

The outline is studded with rare pearls, -

In the time when we take care of the hidden prisons,

We will leave her from the mischievous gates.

Hermia

The foxes often lie between the flowers,

We shared our girlish dreams,

My Lysander may meet with me,

And we will leave our native place,

Joking about other friends, another stake.

Farewell, my childish friend!

Please pray for our share,

And God send Demetrius to you. -

So remember your prayers, Lisandre: until night

Our eyes will be to blame for the fast.

Lysander

So, my Hermia...

Hermia let's go.

Goodbye, Oleno!

Demetria Kohannya I encourage you.

(Leave).

Olena

How happy I am alone for the worse!

In Athens I compare with her beauty.

What's wrong with that? Vin is blind to my beauty:

I don’t want to know what to know.

Vіn to Oman, Hermієyu poloneniya;

I, too, am blinded by them.

Kohannya zdatne nizke forgive

And to transform vices into valor

And not with my eyes, I choose with my heart:

For those, they are depicted as blind.

It is important to reconcile with a healthy mind.

Without eyes - and wings: a symbol of the reckless

Haste! ... Its sound is a child;

Aje is easy to fool її zhartom.

And how the lads should fear,

So it’s easy and easy to deceive.

Until Hermia was captured,

Then, with a hail of oaths, the khan swore to me;

There was a breath of heat in front of Hermia -

The hail melted, and with it all the oaths for nothing.

Let's go, I'm going to open my mind:

It might be late at night in the forest;

I'm taking it away,

I'll pay dearly for it.

Ale me in my ace and it’s rich -

There is a road behind him from the forest to the forest!

(Leave).

SCENE 2

Atheni. Room in a hut.

Login Pigva, Milyaga, Warp, Dudka, Riloі Zamorish.

Pigva

Is our whole company at the gathering?

Warp

And you better take the roll call: call us all behind the list.

Pigva

This is a list with the names of everyone who was considered more or less relevant, in order to present our interlude before the Duke and Duchess on the evening of their friendship.

Warp

First of all, good Peter Pigwa, tell us where the dog lies, then read the names of the actors - so you’ll get to the bottom!

Pigva

Right! Our song is “A cruel comedy and an even cruel death for Pyramus and Fisby.”

Warp

It’s a wonderful little thing, I’ll sing your praises, it’s great! Well, good Peter Pigva, now I call all the actors behind the list. Hulks, form a row!

Pigva

Subscribe to the vik!…Nik Osnova!

Warp

Є! Name my role and continue the roll call.

Pigva

You, Nick the Basis, have been assigned to Pyramus.

Warp

What is Pyramus? Is Kokhanets wicked?

Pigva

Kokhanets, who inveterately drives himself through the Kokhanets.

Warp

Yeah! Oh dear, there is a need for tears in order to play this track. Well, as soon as I take on this role - get ready, public, hustki! I will rise in a storm... I will scold with a singing world... Well, to tell the truth, my main concern is the role of villains. I would have played Hercules or played such a role so as to destroy the earth and destroy everything!

You can feel the roar

Strike the fighters -

I call it a bolt

Zhorstoky in the yaznits.

And Fib, the bright god,

Far and high,

Change the evil fate

For your chariots!

What's wrong? Good, huh? Well, call on other actors. You have the manner of Hercules, the character of dashing; kokhanets - where is slozoginnishy.

Pigva

Francis Dudka, blower repairman.

Dudka

E, Peter Pigva!

Pigva

You want to take on the role of Fisby.

Dudka

Who will be Thisbe? A mandarin face?

Pigva

No, this woman, in the yak of Pyramus.

Dudka

No, on my honor, please don’t bother me to spoil my wife: my beard is coming through!

Pigva

Doesn't mean anything; you can play in the mask and you will squeak in the thinnest voice.

Warp

A! If you can play in a mask - let me play Fisbe for you: I can speak in a greedy, thin voice. “Yours, yours... Ah, Piram, my beloved Kohanets! I am your Thisbe dear, I am your lady love!

Pigva

No! No! You are the brother of Piram, and you, Dudko, are of Fisbe.

Warp

Pigva

Robin Zamorish, handsome!

Zamorish

E, Peter Pigva!

Pigva

Zamorish, you gratify mother Fisby. - Thomas Rilo, coppersmith!

Rilo

E, Peter Pigva!

Pigva

Ti - Pyramiv father. I'll play Fisbin's dad. - My dear, carpenter, you will take the role of Lev. Well, I'm sure it's a miracle that we're getting along.

Milyaga

Has your role of Lev been rewritten? Now give it to me, because my memory is too difficult to remember.

Pigva

There’s nothing to read here, and this is how you play: you’ll only have to bark.

Warp

Let me play Lev for you! I grumble so much that your heart will be glad; I growl so loudly that the Duke himself says loudly: “Well, stop blaming him again, stop blaming him again!”

Pigva

Well, if you bark so terribly, you will probably feast the duchess and all the ladies to death; You can scream stench, but what will be enough to hang us dry!

Yes, yes, respect every single one of them!

Warp

I’m good with you, friends, because if we give you fear, then they won’t come up with anything better how to raise us all up. If only I dare to distort my voice so much that the gargled gentleman feels like your bird-dove; I will bark to you that your nightingale!

Pigva

You can’t play any role except Piram, because Piram is a great fellow, a very serviceable man in the color of rocks, a first-class man, with manners, well, in a word, exactly like you... and the only gratifications of Pyramus .

Warp

Good luck, I'll take the role. And what kind of beard do I have?

Pigva

Whatever you want.

Warp

Garazd. I'll introduce you to the straw-colored beard. Is it better in orange-brown? Chi at purple-rudy? Chi, perhaps, the color of the French crown - a purely yellow color?

Pigva

The Grace of the Frenchman's Corones of the IIKY HIS HALL, I GO TO TOBI GRETIS IS THE NARE FIZIONIOI ... - Well, BURMAYA, I am the axis of you, I ask you, I am conjuring you - Vizubriyti Vapam'yat until tomorrow's vechor. And in the evening come to the palace forest, one mile from the place: there we will rehearse in the monthly light. Otherwise, if we are being elected in the locality, they will sniff out about it and knock out our twist. In the meantime, I’ll make a list of the props we need for the show. I ask you not to let me down.

Warp

We'll come quickly. There you will be able to rehearse, as it seems, more unceremoniously, more freely. Try not to be intimidated by the denunciations of the broods! Until then, stay healthy!

Pigva

Zustrich - at the Duke's oak.

Warp

Garazd. I want to hang myself, but stay on task.

Go.

ACT II

SCENE 1

Forest near Athens.

Appear from different sides fairyі Pitch.

Ah, fairy! Hello! Where are you going?

Over the hills, over the valleys,

Through the thorns, through the bushes,

Above the waters, across half the land

I wander here and there!

I rejoice in the month of Sweden,

I serve the fairy queen

Letters – її convoy.

Bachish for gold?

Burn on the new flame:

Those are rubies, the color of the queen, -

The stench of the whole aroma is hidden.

For initial letters I need a supply of dewdrops -

Tighten the skin of the earrings with pearls.

Goodbye, little spirit! I rejoice forward.

The queen and the elves will come here.

My king will have fun here at night, -

Marvel if the queen didn’t get along with him!

The reason for her is anger, anger - fear!

Through the child, who is with her pages

(Stolen from the Indian Sultan).

Vaughn is spoiling, dressing up the boy,

And Oberon the jealous one wants to take

Let's get away with it, so that we can get lost in the forests.

The queen is happy to spend all her time with her,

It doesn't tell! Since then, over the jet,

In the bright light of the sky

They're going to stink - they're going to get you for the likes,

That's why the elfies go away out of fear,

Climb into the acorn and hang out all night!

That's it... I won't have mercy, I guess:

Zvichki, kind of - Good Maliy Robin?

The one who barks the village masters,

Lamas and puppies the handles of the mlin,

It is important to churn the butter thoroughly,

Then he skims the tops of milk,

That's why it's important to earn money in braz,

Then at night they lead the mandrivniks near the ravine;

Ale yakscho htos cry yogo friend -

Tim helps himself, happily carrying him to the alarm.

Well, I am Good Little Robin,

Cheerful spirit, empty night tramp.

I serve at Oberon's blasphemy...

Then I’ll neigh in front of this stallion,

Yak kobilitsa; I'm still stupid:

We'll bake an apple at the kuhol's, I'll eat it,

And the gossip will no longer be seized,

I'm going to hit her lips - I'm jumping! I breast

I'm drooping all over with beer.

Or the mother who speaks tearfully,

I retreat into the bunk with my three-legged stilt:

Raptom visliznu - fuck! - Titka on the underside.

Well, cough, well, cough! Let's go quiet!

Everyone is dying, bursting with laughter,

I, leaning on my sides, repeat to the whole choir,

Why haven't we laughed so much before...

Hello, fairy, get away! Axis king. Go see me.

And there's the axle! Oh, it wouldn't be bad!

Enter from one side Oberon for yours suite, from other Titania zi mine.

Oberon

It's not a good time for me to celebrate my month

I eat Pikhatu Titania.

Titania

How are you, jealous Oberon? -

Fly, elfie, fly! I'm arguing

View of the marriage and Oberon's bed.

Already in the middle of summer we cannot

Sit in bows, by the forest, by the noisy river,

At the stone surrounded by the key,

On the golden sand, surrounded by the sea,

Drive the stake while the wind whistles and sings,

Don’t let your shouting respect our games!

And the winds sang songs to us for free.

The stench from the sea rose to the surface

Shallow fogs. This way

They fell to the ground. The rivers got angry

And we left, signing up, from the shores.

From these days the yoke was heavy,

Freely orach lle sviy pet: bread

Rot without growing.

Let them drive you into the flooded fields,

The crows grew fat as they fell.

Brud followed the trail of cheerful games;

There is no stitch in the green labyrinths:

Record your trail, and you won’t know!

Mortals have already begun to ask in winter;

They barely sing at night...

I axis of the month, Volodarka of waters,

Blіda from the rot, washing everything down

And rheumatism has spread here.

Mixing all the hours in sum'yatti:

And the grey-headed one falls

Until the Red Trojan we have fresh volumes;

Until the crown of the bitter winter

Fragrance wine from summer buds

The attachments are loose. Spring and summer,

Autumn, what people say, and winter

Change my favorites, but I can’t

The world of joy is separated once again!

How dare they win

All through our supers and misfortunes:

We are their cause, we create them.

Oberon

In your hands everything can be changed: to what extent?

Titania to contradict Oberon?

Aja, I ask for a little: give it

You are a boy as a page for me!

Titania

Be calm:

I won’t give it up for your entire charming land!

Aje yogo mother was my priestess!

With her in the spicy air of the Indian nights

On the golden sands of Neptune

We often sat, judging, excitedly.

They laughed at her, marveled, as if she were watching,

The wind blew and inflated.

Vaughn Zhartoma inherited him sweetly

(That hour was hard

My favorite) and melted, for good reason

Turning around like a little dribble

Before me, there was no swimming with the goods.

Even if my friend was dead,

This lad spent his life.

Lyublyachi її, I weave the child;

Lovers, I won’t give it up!

Oberon

How long will you be here with the fox?

Titania

Perhaps, until the wedding of Theseus.

Do you want to dance peacefully with us?

And having fun during the month is too much.

Oberon

Give me your child, I'll go with you!

Titania

Not for the enchanting land! - Follow me, elfi!

If I don’t go, we’ll cook forever.

Titania that її honor go.

Oberon

Go! You won't leave the forest before,

I will not take revenge for the image. -

My beloved Pek, come here! You remember"

As I heard the song of lilacs across the sea,

You, what climbed up to the dolphin on the ridge?

So sweet and harmonious

These sounds are like the rough ocean itself

Silently falling silent, listening to this song,

And the mirrors, like chalens, twinkled

From your heights, to hear the song...

Oberon

This is why I said (although without saying):

Between the cold month and the earth

Letiv formed Cupid.

At the Vestal, who pans at Sunset.

He aimed and so fired the arrow,

The end of the catless conscious fragment.