Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer. The Out, sword, and wound pap of Pyramus: Ay, that left pap Where heart doth hop Thus die I, thus, thus, thus, Now am I fled; Tongue, lose 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. and The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, prove an ass. Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? The. She will find him by starlight.-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 lips, This cherry nose, Tongue, not a word: Come, trusty sword; Come, blade, my breast imbrue. And farewell, friends; Thus Thisbe ends: Adieu, adieu, adieu. Dies. The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. 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 Bergomaska dance, between two of our com pany? 10 excuse. The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that Never excuse; for when the players are all 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. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:- gomasco. A fortnight hold we this solemnity, SCENE II. Enter PUCK. Fuck. Now the hungry lion roars, [Exeunt. And the wolf behowls the moon; That the graves, all gaping wide, Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it, trippingly. Marlowe, Middleton, and Golding also use Hecate as a dissyllable. In Spenser and Jonson we find Hěcătě. Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: 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 gait; And each several chamber bless, Through this palace with sweet peace; Ever shall in safety rest, And the owner of it blest. Make no stay: Meet me all by break of day. Puck. If we shadows have offended, [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Think but this, (and all is mended,) |