Peter Paul Rubens The Crucified Christ painting

Peter Paul Rubens The Crucified Christ painting
John William Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder painting
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 playThere 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 tearsThe passion of loud laughter never shed.
THESEUS
What are they that do play it?
PHILOSTRATE
Hard-handed men that work in Athens here,Which never labour'd in their minds till now,And now have toil'd their unbreathed memoriesWith this same play, against your nuptial.
THESEUS
And we will hear it.
PHILOSTRATE
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.
THESEUS
I will hear that play;