Speeches (Lines) for Philostrate
in "Midsummer Night's Dream"
Total: 6

1

V,1,1871

Here, mighty Theseus.

2

V,1,1875

There is a brief how many sports are ripe:
Make choice of which your highness will see first.

3

V,1,1898

A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,
Which is as brief as I have known a play;
But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
Which makes it tedious; for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted:
And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
The passion of loud laughter never shed.

4

V,1,1909

Hard-handed men that work in Athens here,
Which never labour'd in their minds till now,
And now have toil'd their unbreathed memories
With this same play, against your nuptial.

5

V,1,1914

No, my noble lord;
It is not for you: I have heard it over,
And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
Unless you can find sport in their intents,
Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,
To do you service.

6

V,1,1947

So please your grace, the Prologue is address'd.