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66 This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,
66 Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. “Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall
, “ And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain. 66 Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
“ He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast; “ And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,
56 His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, 6. Let lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain, At large discourse, while here they do remain.
[Exeunt Prol., THISBE, Lion, and Moon-shine. The. I wonder if the lion be to speak.
Dem. No wonder, my lord. One lion may, when many asses do.
Wall. - In this same interlude, it doth befall, 66 That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: “ And such a wall, as I would have you think, 66 That had in it a crannied hole, or chink, “ Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, « Did whisper often very secretly. 6. This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth show 66 That I am that same wall. The truth is so: “ And this the cranny is, right and siníster, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak
better? Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord.
The. Pyramus draws near the wall. Silence!
so black !
“I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot ! 6. And thou, 0 wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
“ That stand'st between her father's ground and
mine; 66 Thou wall, O wall, O sweet, and lovely wall, 6. Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.
[Wall holds up his fingers. “Thanks, courteous wall. Jove shield thee well for
this! 6 But what see I? No. Thisby do I see. “O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss.
“ Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!”
The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving 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 comes.
This.“ 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.'
Pyr. " I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
This. “My love! Thou art my love, I think.'
66 Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; “ And like Limander am I trusty still.”
This. 66 And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.”
This. 6 Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.”
1 Limander and Helen, blunderingly for Leander and Hero, as Shafalug and Procrus for Cephalus and Procris.
Wall. “ Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; “ And, being done, thus wall away doth go.”
[Exeunt Wall, PYRAMUS, and THISBE. The. 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.
The. 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.
The. 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.
Enter Lion and Moon-shine.
Lion. “You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear
66 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 “No lion fell, nor else no lion's dam : 66 For if I should as lion come in strife “ Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.”
The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er
Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valor.
Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valor cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.
The. 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.
1 This alludes to the proverb, “Walls have ears." A wall between almost any two neighbors, says Johnson, would soon be down, were it to ex ercise this faculty without previous warning:
2 Theobald altered this word to moon, without apparent reason.
Moon. “This lantern doth the horned moon pre
sent. Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.
The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference.
Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon present. “Myself the man i’the moon do seem to be.”
The. This is the greatest error of all the rest. The man should be put into the lantern. How is it else the man i'the moon ?
Dem. He dares not come there for the candle ; for, you see, it is already in snuff.1
Hip. I am aweary of this moon. Would he would change!
The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time.
Lys. Proceed, moon.
Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn bush, my thorn bush ; and this dog, my dog.
Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for they are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisbe.
This. - This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my
love ?" Lion. 66 Oh
[The Lion roars.—THISBE runs off Dem. Well roared, lion. The. Well run, Thisbe.
Hip. Well shone, moon.— Truly, the moon shines with a good grace. The. Well moused,” lion.
[The Lion tears THISBE's mantle, and exit.
1 An equivoque. Snuff signifies both the cinder of a candle and hasty anger.
2 To mouse, according to Malone, signified to mammock, to tear in pieces, as a cat tears a mouse.
Dem. And so comes Pyramus.
Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny
beams. " I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright. “ For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams, “I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
“But stay ;-0 spite!
“But mark;-Poor knight, 66 What dreadful dole is here!
“ Eyes, do you see?
“How can it be?
66 Thy mantle good,
66 Cut thread and thrum;
, crush, conclude, and quell!»> 2 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. 660, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame?
"Since lion vile hath here defloured my dear : 66 Which is no, no—which was the fairest dame, 66 That lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with
“Out, sword, and wound
“Ay, that left pap;
“Where heart doth hop;
1 Thrum is the end or extremity of a weaver's warp. It is used for any collection or tuft of short thread. 2 Destroy.