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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



This. "O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones,

Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee."
Pyr. "I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.—
Thisby !"

This. "My love! thou art my love, I think."
Pyr. "Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace ;
And, like Limander, am I trusty still."

This. "And I like Helen, till the fates me kill."
"Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true."
This. "As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you."

Pyr. "O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!"
This. "I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all."
Pyr. "Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?"
This. "Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay."

[Exeunt PYRAMUS and THISBE. Wall. "Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus wall away doth go."


The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. 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,
May now perchance both quake and tremble here,
When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am
No lion fell, nor else no lion's dam ;
For, if I should as lion come in strife
Into this place, 'twere pity of my life.”

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.


This. "This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?"
Lion. [Roaring.] "Oh-."

Dem. Well roared, lion.


The. Well moused, lion.
Dem. And then came Pyramus.
Lys. And so the lion vanished.

[THISBE runs off.

The. Well run, Thisbe.

Hip. Well shone, moon.-Truly, the moon shines with a good [The Lion tears THISBE'S mantle, and exit.


Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright;
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,

I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

But stay,-O spite !-
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?

O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,

What, stain'd with blood?
Approach, ye furies fell!

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.

Come, tears, confound;
Out, sword, and wound

The pap of Pyramus,

Ay, that left pap,

Where heart doth hop:—
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus!
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;

My soul is in the sky:

Tongue, lose thy light!
Moon, take thy flight!

[Stabs himself.

[Exit Moonshine.


Now die, die, die, die, die."

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.
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove

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.
Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet :-


"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 :
Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
O, sisters three,
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;

Come, blade, my breast imbrue :

And farewell, friends,-
Thus Thisby ends,-
Adieu, adieu, adieu.”

The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.

[Stabs herself.


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:-
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable gross play hath well beguil'd

The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.—

A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels, and new jollity.


Enter PUCK.

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon ;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,

In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate.


Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their train.

Obe. Through the house give glimmering light,

By the dead and drowsy fire:
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,

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