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 Bergomask: let your epilogue alone. [A dance. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.— Lovers, to bed: 't is almost fairy time. I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatched. Enter PUCK, with a broom Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, [Exeunt Whilst the screech-howl, 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: By the triple Hecate's team, To sweep the dust behind the door. 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 : Sing, and dance it trippingly. Tita. First, rehearse your song by rote, [Song and dance. Obe. Now, until the break of day, Which by us shall blessed be; And the issue there create Ever shall be fortunate. So shall all the couples three And the blots of Nature's hand Shall upon their children be. With this field-dew consecrate, Every fairy take his gait, And each several chamber bless, Through this palace, with sweet peace; Ever shall 't in safety rest, And the owner of it blest. Trip away; Make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train Puck. If we shadows have offended, No more yielding but a dream, Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, [Exit. |