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Flere, mighty The The. Say, what abridgement have

evening? What mask? what musick? How shall The lazy time, if not with some deligh Philost. There is a brieft, how ma

ripe; Make choice of which your highness w

(Gip The, reads.] The battle with the

be sung, By an Athenian eunuch to the harr We'll none of that: that have I told my In glory of my kinsman Hercules.

The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,

Tearing the Thracian singer in the That is an old device; and it was play' When I from Thebes came last a conque

The thrice three Muscs mourning f

Of learning, late deceas'd in beggar That is some satire, keen, and critical, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

A tedious brief scene of young Pyro

And his love Thisbe: very tragical ? Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange How shall we find the concord of this Philost. A play there is, my lord, so

long; Which is as brief as I have known a pla By ten words, my lord, it is too long; Which makes it tedious: for in all the There is uot one word apt, one player fir And tragical, my noble lord, it is; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must co Made mine eyes water; but more merry The passion of loud laughter never shed

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DELAM.

Of sawcy and audacious eloquence,
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity,
In least, speak most, to my capacity.

Enter Philostrate.

Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is

addrest
The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpets.

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:: What are they, that do play it?
Lost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens

here,
I never labour'd in their minds till now;
10w have toil'd their unbreath'd* memories
this same play, against your nuptial.
2. And we will hear it.
ilost.

No, my noble lord, not for you: I have heard it over, t is nothing, nothing in the world; 3s you can find sport in their intents, mely stretch'd, and conu'd with cruel pain, » you service.

I will hear that play; jever any thing can be amiss, a simpleness and duty tender it. ring them in ;-and take your places, ladies.

[Exit Philostrate. p. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, duty in his service perishing e. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such

thing. ip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. re. The kinder we, to give them thanks for no

thing., sport shall be, to take wbat they mistake: what poor duty cannot do, le respect takes it in might, not merit. re I have come, great clerks have purpos'd reet me with premeditated welcomes; re I have seen them shiver and look pale, e periods in the midst of sentences, ottle their practis'd accent in their fears, 1. in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, paying me a welcome: Trust me, sweet, of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; Tin the modesty of fearful duty ad as much, as from the rattling tongue

Enter Prologue.
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will.

That you should think, we come not to offend,
But with good-will. To show our simple skill,

That is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then, we come but in despite

We do not come as minding to content you,
Our true intent is. All for your delight,
We are not here. That you should here repe

you,
The actors are at hand; and, by their show,
You shall know all, thut you are like to know

The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a tough
he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord
is not enough to speak, but to speak true.

Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, a child on a recordert; a sound, but not in gov meni.

The. His speech was like a tangled chain; not impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine,

Lion, as in dumb show.

Prol. "Gentles, perchance, you wonder at

show;

• Unexercised.

Ready.

t A musical instrument.

Of sawcy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simp
In least, speak most, to my capacity.

thes

Enter Philostrata.

Philost. So please your grace, th

addrest*, The. Let him approach. [Flourish

Enter Prologue.

Prol. If we offend, it is with our god

That you should think, we come no But with good-will. To show our sim

That is the true beginning of our er. Consider then, we come but in despite

We do not come as minding to conte Our true intent is. All for your deli We are not here. That you should

you, The actors are at hand; and, by the You shall know all, thut you are like

The. This fellow doth not stand upon

Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like : he knows not the stop. A good moral, is not enough to speak, but to speak tru

Hip. Indeed he hath played on this p a child on a recordert; a sound, but n ment.

The. His speech was like a tangled cha impaired, but all disordered. Who is

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DREAM * That I am that same wall; the truth issa: * And this the cranny is, right and sinistra, * Through which the fearful lovers are to whispa!

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak. bet.

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Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord.

The. Pyramus draws near the wall; silence!

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:wonder on, till truth make all things plain.. nan is Pyramus, if you would know; s beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. nan, with lime and rough-cast, doth present 11, that vile wall which did these lovers

sunder: through wall's chink, poor souls, they are

content whisper; at the which let no man wonder. man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, Pseuteth moon-shine: for, if you will know, loon-shine did these lovers think no scorn meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. grisly beast, which by name lion hight", rusty Thisby, coming first by night, scare away, or rather did affright:

as she fled, her mantle she did fall; lich lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: n comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, id finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : reat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,

bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; , Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain, arge discourse, while here they do remain.'

[Ereunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. e. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. m. No wonder, my lord; one lion may, when

asses do. ill. In this saine interlude, it doth befall, t I, one Snout by name, present a wall: I such a wall, as I would have you think, t had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, ough which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, whisper often very secretly. 3 loam, this rough-cast, and this st

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• Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Show me thy chink, to blink through with

eyne. Wall holds up his fing
*Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shiela thee wel

this!
* But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss;
Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!

The. The wall, metlinks, being sensible,
curse again

Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Dec me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, an to spy her through the wall. You shall see, fall pat as I told you: Yonder she comes.

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Enter Thisbe. This. 'O wall, full often hast thou hear

moans, * Tor parting my fair Pyramus and me:

• Called.

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