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Hip. Well shone, moon. - Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
Hip. Well moused, lion. (The Lion tears Thisbe's
Dem. And so comes Pyramus.
“But stay,- spite !
“Eyes, do you see !
" How can it be?
" Thy mantle good,
" What, staind with blood ? " Approach, ye furies fell!
O fates! come, come ;
"Cut thread and thrum ;
Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
"Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear:
(cheur. " Out, sword, and wound "The pap of Pyramus :
"Ay, that left pap.
" Where heart doth hop :-
" Now am I dead,
“Now am I fled;
"Tongue, lose thy light!
(Dies.) "Now die, die, die, die, die."
[Exit Moonshine. Dem. No die, bat 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 get recover, and prove an ass.
Hip. How chance moonshine is gonc, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover ?
The. She will find him by star-light. – Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.
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.
Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
"What, dead, my dove ?
* Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?
"Dead, dead ? A tomb ** Must cover thy sweet eyes.
" These lily brows,
“ This cherry nose,
• Are gone, are gone :
“ Lovers, make moan!
O sisters three,
" Lay them in gore,
"Since you have shore
" Tongue, not a word :
"Come, trusty sword;
" And farewell friends ;
“ Thus Thisbe ends : "Adieu, adieu, adieu."
(Dies.) The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and wall too. Rot. 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 excuse. 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.
(Here a dance of Clowns.)
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
All with weary task fordonie.
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves, all gaping wide,
In the church-way paths to glide :
By the triple Hecat's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their train.
By the dead and drowsy fire :
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
To each word a warbling note,
SONG and DANCE
Through this house each fairy stray.
Make no stay i Meet me all by break of day.
[Éreunt Oberon, Titania, and train Puck. If we shadows have offended, Think but this, (and
all is mended.)
Gentles, do not reprehend; If you pardon, we will mend. And, as I'm 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. (Bxit.