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Enter Pyramus, and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and

Lion, as in dumb few.
Prol. Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show,

But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
This man is Pyramus, if you would know;

This beauteous Lady, Thisoy is, certain.
This man with lime and rough-caft, doth present

Wall, the vile wall, which did these lovers sunder:
And through wall's chink, poor fouls, they are content

To whisper, at the which let no man wonder.
This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn,

Presenteth Moon-fhine: For, if you will know,
By moon-fhine did these lovers think no fcorn

To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
This grisly beast, which by'name Lion hight, (36)
The trusty Thisoy, coming first by night,
Did scare away, or rather did affright :
And as she fled, her mantle she iet fall;

Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,

And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle flain ;
Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade

He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast.
And Thisby, tarrying in the mulberry hade,

His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain,
At large discourse, while here they do remain.

[Exeunt all but Wall.
Thef. I wonder, if the Lion be to speak,
Dem. No wonder, my Lord; one Lion may, when



many asses do.

(36) wbicb Lion bight by name.

ne.) As all the other parts of this speech are in alternate rhyme, excepting that it closes with a corplet; and as no rhyme is left to, name; we must conclude, either a verse is nipt out, which can not now be retrieved : or, by a transpoGtion of the words, as I have placed them, the Poet intended a triplet.


Wall. In this fame Interlude, it doth befal, That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: (37) And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a crannied hole or chink; Through which the lovers, Py'rmus and T bis-by, Did whisper often very secretly. This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth fhew, That I am that same wall; the truth is so. And this the cranny is, right and finifter, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. Thes. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?

Dem. It is the wittiett partition, that ever I heard discourse, my Lord. Thef. Pyramus-draws near the wall: filence !

Enter Pyramus. Pyr. O grim-look'd night; O night with hue fo black

O night which ever art, when day is not ! O night, Onight, alack, alack, alack.

fear, my Thisby's promise is forgot. And thou, O wall, o fweet and lovely wall,

That stands between her father's ground and mine ; Thou wall, wall, O sweet and lovely wall,

Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.
Thanks, courteous wall ; Jove shield thee well for this!

But what fee I? no Thisby do I fee,
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss;

Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me.

Thef. The wall, methinks, being fenfible, should curse again.

Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue; she is to enter, and I am to spy her through the wall. You fall fee, it will fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes.

(37) Thai I, one Flute by name,] Thus Mr. Pope gives it ns, either from the old quarto's, or by accident. But accident, or authority, happens to be wrong in it: and we must restore, Snout, with the

old folio's; for it appears in the first act, that Flute was to perform Tbibe.


Enter Thisby..
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 fee 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.

Pyr. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's gracer
And like Limander am I trusty still.
This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.
Pyr. 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.

Wall. Thus have I Wall my part discharged fo :
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. [Exit.
Thef. 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 fillieft stuff that e'er I heard.

Thef. The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worft are no worse if imagination amend them. Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.

hes. 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. (38)

(38) Here come two noble beasts in a man and a lion.] I don't think the jeft here is either compleat, or right. It is differently pointed in several of the old copies, which, 'I suspect, may lead us to the true reading, viz.

Here come two noble beasts, -in a man and a lion. immediately upon Theseus saying this, enter Lion and Moonshine. It seems very probable therefore, that our Author wrote

in a moon and a lion. the one having a crescent and a lanthorn before him, and representing the man in the moon ; the other in a lion's bide.


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doth roar.

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
Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am
No lion fell, nor else no lion's dain :
For if I should as lion come in ftrife
Into this place, 'twere pity of my life.

Thes. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
Dem. The very best at a beast, my Lord, that e'er I saw.
Lyf. This lion is a very fox for his valour.
Thef. True; and a goofe for his discretion.

Dem. Not so, my Lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion, and the fox carries the goofe.

Thef. 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 hearken to the moon.

Moon. This lanthorn doth the horned moon present: Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. Thes. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference.

Moon. This lanthorn doth the horned moon present : Myself the man i' th’moon doth seem to be.

Thef. This is the greatest error of all the rest; the man should be put into the lanthorn : how is it else the man i' th' moon ?

Dem. He dares not come there for the candle; for you see, it is already in snuff.

Hip. I am weary of this moon; would he would change.

Thef. It appears by his small light of difcretion, that he is in the wane; but yet in courtefy, in all reason we must stay the time.

Lys. Proceed, Moon.

Moon. All that I have to say, is to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon; I the man in the moon ; this thorn-bush, my thorn-buh ; and this dog, my dog.


Dem. Why, all these should be in the lanthorn ; for they are in the moon. But, filence ; here comes Thisby.

Enter Thisby.
This. This is old Ninny's tomb; where is my love ?
Lion. Oh. The lion roars, Thisby runs off
Dem. Well roar'd, Lion.
Thef, Well run, Thisby.

Hip. Well shone, Moon.
Truly, the Moon shines with a good grace.

Thef. Well mouz'd, Lion.
Dem. And then came Pyramus.
Lyf. And so the lion vanish'd.

Enter Pyramus.
Pyr. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;

I thank thee, Moon, for shining now fo bright;
For by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,

I trust to taste of truest Thisby's fight,
But stay: O spight!
Bnt 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, staind with blood !

Approach, you furies fell :
O fatés ! come, come:
Cut thread and thrum,

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell.

Thef. This passion, and the death of a dear friend
Would go near to make a man look fad.

Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
Pyr. O wherefore, nature, didit thou lions frame ?

Since lion vile hath here deflour'd
Which is

- no, no

-which was the faireft dame, That liv'd, thatlov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with cheer. Come tears, confound : out sword, and wound The pap of Pyramus,



dear :

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