"O fates! come, come; "Cut thread and thrum1; "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? Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: "Which is-no, no-which was the fairest dame, “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: 66 Ay, that left pap, "Where heart doth hop: "Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. 66 Now am I dead, "Now am I fled; "My soul is in the sky: Tongue, loose thy light! "Moon, take thy flight! "Now die, die, die, die, 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? 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. 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 brows, "This cherry nose, "These yellow cowslip cheeks, "Are gone, are gone: "Come, come, to me, "With hands as pale as milk; 1 Coarse yarn. 2 Gaiety. Lay them in gore, "With shears his thread of silk. "Tongue, not a word :- "Come, blade, my breast imbrue : "Adieu, adieu, adieu." The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Der. Ay, and wall too. [Dies. 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 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 play'd 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. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, SCENE II. Enter Puck. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, That the graves, all gaping wide, By the triple Hecat's team, 1 Overcome. [Exeunt. Enter Oberon and Tilania, with their Train. Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire: Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; And his ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it trippingly. Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: To each word a warbling note, Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place. SONG, AND DANCE. Obe. Now, until the break of day, And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be.- Every fairy take his gate; And each several chamber bless, Through this palace with sweet peace: And the owner of it blest. Trip away; Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, [Exit. SCENE I.-NAVARRE. A PARK, WITH A PALACE IN IT. Enter the King, Biron, Longaville, and Dumain. King. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring time, The endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour, which shall bate his scythe's keen edge, Therefore, brave conquerors :-for so you are, And the huge army of the world's desires, - Have sworn for three years' term to live with me, My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes, That are recorded in this schedule here: Your oaths are past, and now subscribe your names; If you are arm'd to do, as sworn to do, Biron. I can but say their protestation over, King. Your oath is pass'd to pass away from these. And stay here in your court for three years' space. King. Why, that to know, which else we should not know. Biron. Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? King. Ay, that is study's god-like recompense. Biron. Come on then, I will swear to study so. To know the thing I am forbid to know: Study knows that, which yet it doth not know: King. These be the stops that hinder study quite, And train our intellects to vain delight. Biron. Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain, Which, with pain purchas'd, doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth; while truth the while |