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Act 4, Scene 2 — Athens. A Room in Quince’s House
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The argument The mechanicals mourn Bottom's absence — without him they cannot perform 'Pyramus and Thisbe.' Bottom returns, transformed back to himself, with a mysterious air about him. He reveals they have been chosen to perform for the Duke. They rush off to prepare.
Enter Quince, Flute, Snout and Starveling.
QUINCE [worried, asking if anyone has checked on Bottom]

Have you sent to Bottom’s house? Is he come home yet?

Did anyone go to Bottom's house to check on him? Has he come home yet?

Did anybody check on Bottom? Is he back yet?

where's bottom has he come home

STARVELING [waiting anxiously]

He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is transported.

[They wait nervously]

[Worried]

worried

FLUTE [panicked, worried the play is ruined]

If he come not, then the play is marred. It goes not forward, doth it?

If he doesn't come, the play is ruined. We can't do it without him.

If he doesn't show up, we're screwed. The play's over.

no bottom no play we're done

QUINCE [worried discussion]

It is not possible. You have not a man in all Athens able to discharge

Pyramus but he.

[The men worry]

[Talking]

talking

FLUTE [defending Bottom, praising him]

No, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in Athens.

No, Bottom is simply the most clever of all the craftsmen in Athens. He's the best actor.

No, he's the smartest guy we got. Best actor in the whole city.

he's smart best actor

QUINCE [agreeing]

Yea, and the best person too, and he is a very paramour for a sweet

voice.

[They all agree]

[Yes]

yes

FLUTE [correcting Snug, showing off knowledge]

You must say paragon. A paramour is, God bless us, a thing of naught.

You must say 'paragon.' A paramour is, God help us, a low and vulgar thing.

You gotta say 'paragon.' A paramour is, like, a bad word.

it's paragon not paramour paramour is bad

Enter Snug.
SNUG
Masters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three
lords and ladies more married. If our sport had gone forward, we had
all been made men.
FLUTE [mourning Bottom, lamenting his loss]

O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life;

he could not have ’scaped sixpence a day. An the Duke had not given him

sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I’ll be hanged. He would have

deserved it: sixpence a day in Pyramus, or nothing.

Oh, sweet Bottom! This is terrible. He's lost the sixpence a day he earned from us. But more than that, he's lost his life!

Oh man, Bottom! He was making six pennies a day from us. But worse than that, we think he's dead!

bottom's gone lost his pay maybe dead

Enter Bottom.
BOTTOM [joyfully greeting them, full of energy]

Where are these lads? Where are these hearts?

Where are you, my friends? Where are these brave hearts? I'm so glad to see you!

Where are you guys? Come on! I'm so happy to see you!

guys where are you happy to see you

QUINCE [overjoyed, relieved beyond measure]

Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour!

Bottom! This is the happiest day! We thought we'd lost you!

Bottom! You're alive! We thought you were gone!

you're alive we thought you died happiest day

BOTTOM [excited, mysterious - he wants to tell his story]

Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not what; for if I tell

you, I am not true Athenian. I will tell you everything, right as it

fell out.

My friends, I have extraordinary things to tell you. But don't ask me what they are, because if I tell you everything...

You guys, I got stuff to tell you. But don't ask me too many questions, because...

i have things to tell don't ask it's complicated

QUINCE [eagerly wanting to know]

Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Please, tell us, sweet Bottom. We're listening.

Come on, tell us! We wanna know!

tell us please

BOTTOM [mysterious, profound - he can't quite explain what happened]

Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that the Duke hath

dined. Get your apparel together, good strings to your beards, new

ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look

o’er his part. For the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In

any case, let Thisbe have clean linen; and let not him that plays the

lion pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion’s claws. And

most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet

breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say it is a sweet comedy.

No more words. Away! Go, away!

Not a word out of me. All I'll tell you is that the Duke is pleased with us, and we can perform our play!

I can't explain it. Just know this: the Duke likes us, and we're doing the play!

can't explain duke likes us we're doing it

[_Exeunt._]

The Reckoning

A brief scene — barely a hundred lines — but it does something important: it restores the mechanicals' world to the same registers as the lovers' world. Everyone has lost something; everyone is being returned to it. The mechanicals' grief at Bottom's absence is genuine — they truly cannot perform without him, and their faith in his abilities is touching. Bottom's return is characteristically Bottom: he arrives with maximum dramatic impact, refuses to explain himself, and immediately redirects everyone toward the job at hand. The scene's brevity is itself a joke — Bottom's adventure in the enchanted bower, which we have watched in detail, is compressed into a passing mention and a mysterious hint.

If this happened today…

The night before the show and your star has been missing since the rehearsal. Everyone assumes it's cancelled. He walks in at the last minute, mysterious and changed, says 'don't ask,' and then says 'actually we're performing tonight for the mayor.' Everyone grabs their costumes.

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