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Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet, This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn,
Out of this silence yet I picked a welcome;

Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will know,
And in the modesty of fearful duty

By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn

To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. I read as much as from the rattling tongue

This grizly beast, which by name lion hight,
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, Did scare away, or rather did affright:
In least, speak most, to my capacity.

And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall;

Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain:

Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
Enter PHILOSTRATE.

And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain:

Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is

He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast;
addrest.

And, Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
Thes. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets. His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,

Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lover's twain,
Enter PROLOGUE.

At large discourse, while here they do remain.

[Exeunt PROLOGUE, Tuisbe, Lion, and PROLOGUE.

MoonsaiNE. If we offend, it is with our good will.

Thes. I wonder if the lion be to speak. That you should think, we come not to offend,

Dem. No wonder, my lord : one lion may, when But with good will. To shew our simple skill,

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

WALL.
We do not come as minding to content you,
Our true intent is. All for your delight,

In this same interlude, it doth befall,
We are not here. That you should here repent you,

That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: The actors are at hand; and, by their show,

And such a wall as I would have you think, You shall know all that you are like to know.

That had in it a crannied hole or chink,

Through which the lovers, Pyramns and Thisby, Thes. This fellow doth not stand upon points.

Did whisper often very secretly. Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a young This lime, this roughcast, and this stone, doth shew colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my That I am that same wall; the truth is so: lord: it is not enough to speak, but to speak true. And this the cranny is, right and sinister,

Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in Thes. Would you desire lime and hair to speak government.

better? Thes. His speech was like a tangled chain; Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is heard discourse, my lord. next?

Thes. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence !

many asses do.

Enter PYRAMUS.

Enter PYRAMUS and THISBY, WALL, MOONSHINE,

and Lion, as in dumb show.

PROLOGUE.
Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;

But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
This man is Pyramus, if you would know;

This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain;
This man, with lime and roughcast, doth present

Wall, - that vile wall which did these lovers sunder:
And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are content

To whisper; at the which let no man wonder.

PYRAMUS.
O grim-looked night! O night with hue so black!

O night, which ever art, when day is not ?
O night, 0 night, alack, alack, alack,

I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
And thou, 0 wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,

That stand'st between her father's ground and mine;
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Shew me thy chink to blink through with mine eyne.

[Wall holds up his fingers.

WALL.

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Thanks courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!

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

Thes. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.

Bot. No, in truth, sir, he should not. ceiving me,” is Thisby's cue; she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see,- it will fall pat as I told you :- yonder she

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Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so;
And, being done, thus wall away doth go.

[Exeunt Wall, PYRAMTS, and Thiste. Thes. Now is the mural down between the two neighbors.

Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning.

Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.

Thes. The best in this kind are but shadows : and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.

Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.

Thes. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men Here come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion.

comes.

Enter THISBE.

THISBE.

O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,

For parting my fair Pyramus and me:
My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones :

Thy stones, with lime and hair, knit up in thee.

&

Enter Lion and MOONSHINE.

PYRAMUS.
I seo a voice: now will I to the chink,

To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby!"

LION.

You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear

The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,

When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am
A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam:
For if I should as lion come in strife
Into this place, 't were pity on my life.

Thes. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw.

Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valor.
Thes. True; and a goose for his discretion.

Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valor cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.

Thes. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valor; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon.

MOONSHINE.

This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;

Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.

Thes. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference.

THISBE.

My love ? thou art my love, I think.

PYRAMUS.

Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; And like Limander am I trusty still.

THISBE.

And I, like Helen, till the fates me kill.

PYRAMUS.

Not Shafulus to Procrus, was so true.

THISBE.

As Shafulus to Procrus, I to you.

PYRAMUS.

0, kiss mo through the hole of this vile wall.

THISBE.
I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.

PYRAMUS.

Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?

THISBE.

"Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay.

Eyes,

MOONSHINE.

But stay; -Ospite !

But mark; — Poor knight, This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;

What dreadful dole is here!
Myself the man i' th' moon do seem to be.

do
you

see?

How can it be! Thes. This is the greatest error of all the rest :

O dainty duck! O dear! the man should be put into the lanthorn, how is it

Thy mantle good, else the man i' the moon ?

What, stained with blood ? Dem. He dares not come there for the candle :

Approach, ye furies fell ! for you see it is already in snuff.

O fates! come, come; Hip. I am weary of this moon: would he would

Cut thread and thrum; change!

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell! Thes. It appears, by his small light of discretion, Thes. This passion, and the death of a dear that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all friend, would go near to make a man look sad. reason, we must stay the time.

Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Lys. Proceed, moon.

PYRAMUS.
MOONSHINE.

0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame ? All that I have to say is, to tell you that the lanthorn

Since lion vile hath defloured my dear:

Which is no, no — which was the fairest dame, is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thornbush, my thornbush ; and this dog, my dog.

That lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with

cheer. Dem. Why all these should be in the lanthorn;

Come, tears, confound; for they are in the moon. But silence; here comes

Out, sword, and wound Thisbe.

The pap of Pyramus :

Ay, that left pap,
Enter THISBE.

Where heart doth hop:
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.

Now am I dead,
THISBE.

Now am I fled;
This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my love?

My soul is in the sky:

Tongue, lose thy light!
LION.

Moon, take thy flight!

Now die, die, die, die, die ! [Dies. Oh [The Lion roars. - THISBE runs off.

[Exit MoonSHINE. Dem. Well roared, lion.

Dem. No die but an ace for him; for he is but

n Thes. Well run, Thisbe. Hip. Well shone, moon. Truly, the moon

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he shines with a good grace.

is nothing Thes. Well moused, lion.

Thes. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet [The Lion tears Tuisbe's mantle, and exit. recover, and prove an ass. Dem. And then came Pyramus.

Hip. How chance moonshine is gone before

Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? Lys. And so the lion vanished.

Thes. She will find him by starlight. Here she Enter PYRAMUS.

comes; and her passion ends the play.

Enter THISBE.
PYRAMUS.

Hip. Methinks she would not use a long one,
Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright:

for such a Pyramus : I hope she will be brief. For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,

Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which PyI trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

ramus, which Thisbe, is the better.

one.

sweet eyes.

Lys. She hath spied him already with those A fortnight hold we this solemnity,

In nightly revels, and new jolity. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicit.

[Exeunt.

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Enter Puck.

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,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,

Are gone, are gone :

Lovers, make moan!
His eyes are green as leeks.

O sisters three,

Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk:

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 farewell, friends ;

Thus Thisby ends : Adieu, adieu, adieu !

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy plowman snores,

All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,

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 churchway paths to glide :
And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house :
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

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[Dies.

Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train.

Thes. 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 dance between two of our company.

Thes. 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. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve : Lovers to bed; 't is almost fairy time. I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatched. This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled, The heavy gait of night.— Sweet friends, to bed.

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 this 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.

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SONG, AND DANCE.

Obe. Now, until the break of day,

Through this house each fairy stray;
To the best bridebed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate;

So shall the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hair-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall
upon

their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with sweet peace :
E'er shall it in safety rest,
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),
That you have but slumbered here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I'm an honest Puck,
If we have unearnéd luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, goodnight unto you all.

hands if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends. Exit.

Give me your

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