Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. "Deceiving me," is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you.-Yonder she comes. Enter THISBE. This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, Pyr. My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones, Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee." "I see a voice: now will I to the chink, To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.- This. "My love! thou art my love, I think." This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.” Pyr. "O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!" Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?" [Exeunt PYRAMUS and THISBE. Wall. "Thus have I, wall, my part dischargèd so; And, being done, thus wall away doth go." The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. [Exit. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. The. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. The. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men.-Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. Enter Lion and Moonshine. Lion. "You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw. Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. The. True; and a goose for his discretion. Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon present;" Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference. Moon. "This lantern doth the horned moon present; Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be." The. This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man should be put into the lantern. How is it else the man i' the moon? Dem. He dares not come there for the candle; for, you see, it is already in snuff. Hip. I am aweary of this moon: would he would change! The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. Lys. Proceed, moon. Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for all these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe. Enter THISBE. This. "This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?" Lion. [Roaring.] "Oh-." Dem. Well roared, lion. [THISBE runs off. The. Well run, Thisbe. Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon shines with a good grace. The. Well moused, lion. [The Lion tears THISBE's mantle, and exit. Dem. And then came Pyramus. Lys. And so the lion vanished. Enter PYRAMUS. Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; But stay,-O spite !— How can it be? O dainty duck! O dear! What, stain'd with blood? O fates, come, come, Cut thread and thrum; Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Pyr. "O wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame? Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear: Which is no, no-which was the fairest dame That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer. Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. an ass. Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? The. She will find him by starlight.-Here she comes; and her passion ends the play. Re-enter THISBE. Hip. Methinks she should not use a long one for such a Pyramus : I hope she will be brief. Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us,-she for a woman, God bless us. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. This. "Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove? O Pyramus, arise! Speak, speak. Quite dumb? Dead, dead? A tomb Must cover thy sweet eyes. These lily lips, This cherry nose, These yellow cowslip cheeks, Are gone, are gone : Come, come to me, With hands as pale as milk; Lay them in gore, Since you have shore With shears his thread of silk. Tongue, not a word: Come, trusty sword; And farewell, friends, Come, blade, my breast imbrue : [Stabs herself. [Dies. Thus Thisby ends, Adieu, adieu, adieu." The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and Wall too. Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their father. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two of our company? The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergcmask let your epilogue alone. [A dance. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:- The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed. A fortnight hold we this solemnity, In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, In the church-way paths to glide: By the triple Hecate's team, Following darkness like a dream, I am sent, with broom, before, To sweep the dust behind the door. Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their train. Obe. Through the house give glimmering light, Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it trippingly. Tita. First, rehearse your song by rote, To each word a warbling note: Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place. [Song and dance. Obe. Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray. To the best bride-bed will we, Which by us shall blessed be; And the issue there create |