Pyr. 0, wherefore, nature, didst thon lions ,,That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd, with cheer. ,,Come, tears, confound; ,,Out, sword, and wound ,,The pap of Pyramus: ,,Ay, that left pap, ,,Where heart doth hop: Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. ,,Now am I fled; "My soul is in the sky: ,,Tongue, lose thy light! ,,Moon, take thy fight! ,,Now, die, die, die, dře, die, [Dies. Exit Moonshine. 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? › - Here The. She will find him by starlight. 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. 2 ร Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better. Lys. She hath spied him already, with those sweet eyes. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet. This.,,Asleep, my love? ,,What, dead, my dove? ,,O Pyramus, arise, ,,Speak, speak. Quite dumb? ,,Must cover thy sweet eyes. ,,This cherry nose, ,,These yellow cowslip cheeks, ,,Are gone, are gone: ,,His eyes were green as leeks, ,,Come, come, to me, ,,Lay them in gore, ,,Since you have shore With shears his thread of silk. ,,Tongue, not a word: ,,Come, trusty sword; ,,Come, blade, my breast imbrue : ,,And farewel, friends; ,,Thus Thisby ends: „Adieu, adieu, adieu." [Dies. The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and wall too. Bot. 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 dane, 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 play'd Pyramus, and hang'd himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably discharg'd. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone. [Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve? Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear, we shall out-sleep the coming morn, bed. Sweet friends, to A fortnight hold we this solemnity, SCENE II. Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,... [Exeunt. Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, 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 Hecat's team, Following darkness like a dream, Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, By the dead and drosy fire Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it trippingly. Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: SONG, AND DANCE. Obe. Now, until the break of day, To the best bride- bed will we, So shall all the couples three And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be. Ever fairy take his gait! And each several chamber bless, 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, Think but this (and all is mended,) Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, |