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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;
The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
Bot. 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. O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me:
My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones;
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
Pyr. I see a voice now will I to the chink,
To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.
This. My love! thou art my love, I think.
Pyr. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
And like Limander am I trusty still.
This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.
This. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
Pyr. O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?
[Exeunt WALL, PYRAMUS, and THISBE. The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.
Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning.
Hip. This is the silliest stuff that e'er 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. come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion.
Enter LION and MOONSHINE.
Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear
Into this place, 't were pity of my life.
The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I
Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.
The. True; and a goose for his discretion. Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.
The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us hearken to the
Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon present.
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;
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.
Hip. I am weary 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?
[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.
Dem. And then came Pyramus.
Lys. And so the lion vanished.
Pyr. Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
But stay ;-O spite!
But mark ;-Poor knight,
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Approach, ye furies fell!
O fates! come, come;
Cut thread and thrum ;
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.
That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer.
Out, sword, and wound
pap of Pyramus:
Ay, that left pap
Where heart doth hop:
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
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
Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
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.
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. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.
These lily lips,
His eyes were green as leeks.
Come, come to me,
With shears his thread of silk.
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue :
And farewell, friends;
Thus Thisbe ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
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 Bergomaska 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 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,
The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.
a An Italian dance, after the manner of the peasants of Bergomasco.