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The. Well run, Thisbe.

Hip. Well shone, Moon. Truly the moon shines with a good grace. [The Lion shakes Thisbe's mantle, and exit.

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

260 Enter PYRAMUS. 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 gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisby 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!

270 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 ? 280

Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear:
Which is—no, no-which was the fairest dame
That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd with cheer.

Come, tears, confound;

Out, sword, and wound
The pap of Pyramus;

Ay, that left pap,
Where heart doth hop: [Stabs bimself.
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: [Exit Moonshine. Now die, die, die, die, die.

[Dies. 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?

301 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 means, videlicet:-

310 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:

Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.

() 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 :

330 Come, blade, my breast imbrue: [Stabs herself.

And, farewell, friends;

Thus Thisby ends :
Adieu, adieu, adieu.

[Dies. The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and Wall too.

Bot. [Starting up.] No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. 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

Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it had played 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; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn As much as we this night have overwatch'd.

350 This palpable gross play hath well beguiled The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed. A fortnight hold we this solemnity, In nightly revels and new jollity.

[Exeunt. 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,

360 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.

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.

380 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 ana 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
Ever shall be fortunate.

So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be;
And the blots of Nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious such as are

Despised in nativity,
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;
And the owner of it blest
Ever shall in safety rest.
Trip away; make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.

[Exeunt Oberon, Titania and train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call :
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.



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