red

when my cue comes
call me
and i will answer

my next is “most fair pyramus”

heigh-ho

peter quince
flute the bellows-mender
snout the tinker
starveling

god’s my life
stolen hence
and left me asleep

i have had a most rare vision

i have had a dream
past the wit of man to say what it was

man is but an ass
if he go about to expound this dream

methought i was—
there is no man can tell what
methought i was

and me thought i had—
but man is but a patched fool
if he will offer to say what me thought i had

the eye of man hath not heard
the ear of man hath not seen
man’s hand is not able to taste
his tongue to conceive
nor his heart to report
what my dream was

i will get peter quince to write a ballad of this dream
it shall be called bottom’s dream

because it hath no bottom

—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream