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The man shall have his mare again, and all shall Enter Demetrius.

be well. Dem. Lysander! speak again.

(Exit Puck.-Dem. Hel. &c. sleep. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head ?

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,

SCENE I.-The same.
And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, thou

Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending : I'll whip thee with a rod : He is defild,

Oberon behind unseen. That draws a sword on thee.

Titat. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, Dem.

Yea ; art thou there? While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, here.

[Ereunt. And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Re-enter Lysander.

Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?

Peas. Ready. Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.- Where's When I come where he calls, then he is gone. monsieur Cobweb? The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1:

Cob. Ready. I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;

Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your That fallen am I in dark uneven way,

weapons in your hand, and kill me a red hipped And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good

[Lies down. monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret For if but once thou show me thy grey light, yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps. good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break Re-enter Puck and Demetrius.

not; I would be loth to have you overflown with

la honey-bag, signior.- Where's monsieur Mustard. Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com'st seed ? thou not?

Must. Ready. Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard seed. Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Must. What's your will ? Where art thou ?

Bot. Nothing, food monsieur, but to help cara. Puck.

Come hither; I am here. lero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy buy this dear,

about the face and I am such a tender ass, if my If ever I thy face by day-light see :

hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me

Tita. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my To measure out my length on this cold bed.

sweet love? By day's approach look to be visited.

Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick: let (Lies doron and sleeps. us have the tongs and the bones. Enter Helena.

Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to

eat. Hel. O weary night, Olong and tedious night, Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch Abate thy hours: shine, comforts, from the your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great de. east;

sire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath That I may back to Athens, by day-light,

no fellow. From these that my poor company detest: Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. Steal me awhile from mine own company. [Sleeps. Pot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried

peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more ;

me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Two of both kinds makes up four.

Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Here she comes, curst and sad:

Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. Cupid is a kna vish lad,

So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Thus to make poor females mad.

Gently entwist,- the female ivy so

Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
Enter Hermia.

0, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,

(They sleep Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers ;

Oberon advances. Enter Puck.
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.

Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this Here will I rest me, till the break of day.

sweet sight? Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! Her dotage now I do begin to pity.

[Lies down. For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
Puck. On the ground

Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool.
Sleep sound:

I did upbraid her, and fall out with her :
I'll apply

For she his hairy temples then had rounded
To your eye,

With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
Gentle lover, remedy.

And that same dew, which sometime on the buds
Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
When thou wak'st,

Stood now within the pretty flourets' eyes,
Thou tak'st

Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
True delight

When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
In the sight

And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience,
Of thy former lady's eye:

I then did ask of her her changeling child;
And the country proverb known,

Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
That every man should take his own, To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
In your waking shall be shown:

And now I have the boy, I will undo
Jack shall have Jill;

This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
Nought shall go ill;

And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp

From off the head of this Athenian spain ;

Ege. It is, my lord. That he awaking when the other do,

The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their May all to Athens back again repair;

horns. And think no more of this night's accidents,

Horns, and shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, But as the fierce vexation of a dream. But first I will release the fairy queen.

Hermia, anul Helena, wake and start up. Be, as thou wast wont to be ;

The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is [Touching her eyes n'ith an herb.

past; See, as thou wast wont to see :

Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

Lys. Pardon, my lord. Hath such force and blessed power.

(He and the rest kneel to Theseus. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.


I pray you all, stand up. Tita. My Oberon ! what visions have I seen ! | I know, you are two rival enemies; Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

How comes this gentle concord in the world, Obe. There lies your love.

That hatred is so far from jealousy, Tita.

How came these things to pass ? To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ? 0, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! | Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Obe. Silence, a while.- Robin, take off this Half 'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear, head.

I cannot truly say how I came here :
Titania, musick call; and strike more dead But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,
Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)
Tita. Musick, ho! musick ; such as charmeth I came with Hermia hither : our intent

Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own Without the peril of the Athenian law. fool's eyes peep.

Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: Obe. Sound, musick. [Still musick.) Come, my I beg the law, the law upon his head. queen, take hands with me,

They would have stol'n away, they would, Deme. And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be, Thereby to have defeated you and me : [trius, Now thou and I are new in amity;

You, of your wife; and me, of my consent; And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly,

Of my consent that she should be your wife. Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, And bless it to all fair posterity :

of this their purpose hither, to this wood; There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be

And I in fury hither follow'd them; Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Fair Helena in fancy following me. Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark ;

But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, I do hear the morning lark.

(But, by some power it is,) my love to Hermia, Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,

Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now Trip we after the night's shade:

As the remembrance of an idle gawd, We the globe can compass soon,

Which in my childhood I did dote upon: Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, Tita, Come, my lord; and in our flight,

The object, and the pleasure of mine eye, Tell me how it came this night,

Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
That I sleeping here was found,

Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
With these mortals, on the ground. [Exeunt. But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :

Horns sound within. But, as in health, come to my natural taste,

Now do I wish it, love it, long for it, Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train.

And will for evermore be true to it. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;

The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: For now, our observation is perform'd;

Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
And since we have the vaward of the day,

Egeus, I will overbear your will ;
My love shall hear the musick of my hounds. For in the temple, by and by with us,
Uncouple in the western valley ; go :

These couples shall eternally be knit.
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.-

And, for the morning now is something worn, We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside. And mark the musical confusion

Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three, Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, Come, Hippolyta.
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear

[Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear

Dem. These things seem small and undistin. Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves,

guishable, The skies, the fountains, every region near

Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard

Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye, So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

When every thing seems double. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, Hel.

So, methinks : So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, With ears that sweep away the morning dew: Mine own, and not mine own. Crook-knee'd and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; Dem.

It seems to me, Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think, Each under each. A cry more tuneable

The duke was here, and bid us follow him ? Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,

Her. Yea; and my father. In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly :


And Hippolyta. Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. are these?

Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; And, by the way, let us recount our dreams." And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;

(Exeunt. This Helena, old Nedar's Helena : I wonder of their being here together.

As they go out, Bottom awakes. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe

Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will The rite of May and, hearing our intent,

answer :-my next is, Most fair Pyramus. Hey, Came here in grace of our solemnity.

ho !--Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! But, speak, Egeus ; is not this the day

Snout, the tinker ! Starveling! God's my life! stolen That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare

vision. I have had a dream,-past the wit of man|Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, to say what dream it was :-Man is but an ass, if he Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend go about to expound this dream. Methought I was More than cool reason ever comprehends.

there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, The Junatick, the lover, and the poet, and methought I had, But man is but a patchedAre of imagination all compact : fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold: The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man | That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantick. hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what | The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling. my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's And, as imagination bodies forth

[heaven; Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen it in the latter end of a play, before the duke : Per-Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing adventure, to make it the more gracious. I shall A local habitation, and a name. sing it at her death,

(Erit. Such tricks hath strong imagination ;

...That, if it would but apprehend some joy, SCENE 11.-Athens. A Room in Quince's House.

It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Or, in the night, imagining some fear,

How easy is a bush suppos d a bear? Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is he

e Hip. But all the story of the night told over, come home yet?

And all their minds transfigured so together, Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he

More witnesseth than fancy's images, is transported.

And grows to something of great constancy; Flu. if he come not, then the play is marred; Iti

But, howsoever, strange, and admirable. goes not forward, doth it?

Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. In

The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any

mirth. handycraft man in Athens.

Joy, gentle friends ! joy, and fresh days of love, Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a

| Accompany your hearts ! very paramour, for a sweet voice.


More than to us Plu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God

"Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! bless us, a thing of nought.

The, Come now; what masks, what dances shall Enter Snug.

we have,

To wear away this long age of three hours, Snug, Masters, the duke is coming from the

Between our after-supper and bed-time?

Where is our usual manager of mirth? more married: if our sport had gone for ward, We What revels are in hand? Is there no play, had all been made men.

To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost

Call Philostrate. sixpence a-day during his life ; he could not have


Here, mighty Theseus. 'scaped sixpence a-day : an the duke had not given

The. Say, what abridgment have you for this him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be

evening? hanged: he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, What mask, what musick? How shall we beguile in Pyramus, or nothing.

The lazy time, if not with some delight?
Enter Bottom.

Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are

ripe; Bot. Where are these lads ? where are these Ma

ese Make choice of which your highness will see first. hearts ?

[Giving a paper. Quin. Bottom o most courageous day ! O most

The. [reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to happy hour!

be sung, Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but

By an Athenian eunuch to the harp ask me not what ; for if I tell you, I am no truely

We'll none of that : that have I told my love, Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it

In glory of my kinsman Hercules. fell out.

The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you,

ou, That is an old device, and it was play'd is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparel to

When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbons

The thrice three Muses mourning for the death to your pumps; meet presently at the palace ;

ace, of learning, late deceas'd in beggary. every man look o'er his part ; for, the short and

That is some satire, keen, and critical, the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let

Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. Thisby have clean linen; and let not him, that

A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang

ng And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth. out for the lion's claws. And, most dear actors, me

TOTS, Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief? eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. sweet breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear

How shall we find the concord of this discord ? them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words;

| Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words away; go, away.


Which is as brief as I have known a play;

But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,

Which makes it tedious: for in all the play

There is not one word apt, one player fitted.
SCENE I.-The same. An Apartment in the And tragical, my noble lord, it is :
Palace of Theseus.

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.

Which when I saw rehears'd, I must confess Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, and

Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears Attendants.

The passion of loud laughter never shed. Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers The. What are they that do play it ? speak of.

(lieve Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens The. More strange than true. I never may be

here, These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.

Which never labour'd in their minds till now;

And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories “ Did scare away, or rather did affright.
With this same play, against your nuptial.

< And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall; The. And we will hear it.

" Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: Philost.

No, my noble lord, "Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, It is not for you: I have heard it over,

“ And finds his trusty Thisby's manile slain : And it is nothing, nothing in the world;

" Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, Unless you can find sport in their intents,

“ He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain, And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, To do you service.

" His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, The. I will hear that play;

« Let lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain, For never any thing can be amiss,

“At large discourse, while here they do remain." When simpleness and duty tender it.

Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moon-shine. Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.! The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak.

(Erit Philostrate. Dm. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, many asses do. And duty in his service perishing.

(thing. Wall.“ In this same interlude, it doth befall, The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such“ That I, one Snout by name, present a wall : Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. “And such a wall as I would have you think, The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for " That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, nothing.

« Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Oar sport shall be, to take what they mistake: " Did whisper often very secretly.

[show And what poor duty oannot do,

|“ This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.

“ That I am that same wall; the truth is so: Where I have come, great clerks have purposed " And this the cranny is, right and sinister, To greet me with premeditated welcomes ;

« Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak Make periods in the midst of sentences,

better? l'hrottle their practis'd accent in their fears,

Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,

discourse, my lord. Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet, The. Pyramus draws near the wall : silence ! Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; and in the modesty of fearful duty

Enter Pyramus. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue

Pyr. “O grim-look'd night! 0 night with hue Of sawcy and audacious eloquence.

so black! Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity,

« O night, which ever art, when day is not ! In least, speak most, to my capacity.

“O night, 0 night, alack, alack, alack,

“I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!-Enter Philostrate.

" And thou, O wall, o sweet, lovely wall, Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is “That stand'st between her father's ground and addrest.

mine; The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpets." Thou wall, wall, O sweet and lovely wall,

“ Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine Enter Prologue.


[Wall holds up his fingers. Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will. “ Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well

That you should think, we come not to offend, | <But what see I? No Thisbe do I see. [for this! But with good will. To show our simple skill,

« O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; That is the true beginning of our end.

“ Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me !" Consider then, we come but in despite.

The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should We do not come as minding to content you,

curse again. Our true intent is. All for your delight,

Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving We are not here. That you should here repent you, me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am The actors are at hand; and, by their show,

to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will You shall know all, that you are like to know. fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes.

The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt;

Enter Thisbe. he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord : It This. “O wall, full often hast thou heard my is not enough to speak, but to speak true.

“ For parting my fair Pyramus and me: (moans, Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; uke a child on a recorder: a sound, but not in “Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee." government.

Pyr. “ I see a voice : now will I to the chink, The. His speech was like a tangled chain ; no- « To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Gring impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?" Thisby !!

This. “My love! thou art my love, I think." Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and

Pyr. « Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's Lion, as in dumb show.

And like Limander am I trusty still." (grace; Prol." Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this

This. “ And I like Helen, till the fates me kill."

Pyr. “ Not Shafalus to Procrus, was so true." "But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This. “ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you." “This man is Pyramus, if you would know;

Pyr. “0, kiss me through the hole of this vile "This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain.

wam." This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present This. “ I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all." “Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers Pyr. “ Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me sunder:

straightway ?"

[delay.” "And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are

This. Tide life, tide death, I come without content

Wall, Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; To whisper, at the which let no man wonder. And, being done, thus wall away doth go." This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,

[E.reunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. Presenteth moon-shine : for, if you will know! The. Now is the mural down between the two "By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn neighbours.

To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. | Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so
This grisly beast, which by name lion hight, wilful to hear without warning.
The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,

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



The. The best in this kind are but shadows; and

“ Eyes, do you see? the worst are no worse, if imagination amend!

“How can it be? them.

“O dainty duck ! O dear! Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not “ Thy mantle good, theirs.

“ What, staind with blood ? The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they “ Approach, ye furies fell! of themselves, they may pass for excellent men.

* O fates! come, come; Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion.

« Cut thread and thrum;

« Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" Enter Lion and Moonshine.

The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend,

would go near to make a man look sad. Lion. « You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts doHip. Reshrew my heart, but I pity the man. fear

Pyr. “0, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions “ The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on

frame? floor,

“ Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : « May now, perchance, both quake and tremble" Which is-no, no which was the fairest dame,

“ That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd “ When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.

with cheer. « Then know, that I, one Snug, the joiner, am

“ Come, tears, confound; " A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam :

"Out, sword, and wound For if I should as lion come in strife

« The pap of Pyramus : “ Into this place, 'twere pity on my life."

« Ay, that left pap, The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

“ Where heart doth hop :Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that « Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. e'er I saw

“Now am I dead, Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

“Now am I fled; The. True; and a goose for his discretion.

“My soul is in the sky : Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot

Tongue, lose thy light! carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.

“ Moon, take thy flight! The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his “Now die, die, die, die, die." valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is

Dies.Erit Moonshine. well: leave it to bis discretion, and let us listen to Dem. No die, but an ace, for him ; for he is but the moon.

one. Moon. « This lantern doth the horned moon Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead ; he present;"

is nothing. Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet

The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invi-recover, and prove an ass. sible within the circumference.

Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Moon. « This lantern doth the horned moon Thishe comes back and finds her lover? present;

The. She will find him by star-light.-Here sbe “ Myself the man i'th'moon do seem to be." comes; and her passion ends the play,

The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : the man should be put into the lantern : How is it

Enter Thisbe. else the man i'the moon.

Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, Dem. He dares not corre there for the candle: for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief. for, you see, it is already in snuff.

Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Py. Hip. I am aweary of this moon: Would, heramus, which Thisbe, is the better. would change!

Lys. She hath spied him already with those The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, sweet eyes. that he is in the wane : but yet, in courtesy, in all Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet, reason, we must stay the time.

This. “ Asleep, my love? Lys. Proceed, moon.

" What, dead, my dove ? Moon. “ All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that

« O Pyramus, arise, the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon;

“ Speak, speak. Quite dumb ? this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my

“Dead, dead ? A tomb dog."

“ Must cover thy sweet eyes. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern;

“ These lily brows, for they are in the moon. But, silence; here

« This cherry nose, comes Thisbe.

« These yellow cowslip cheeks, Enter Thisbe.

“ Are gone, are gone :

« Lovers, make moan! This. « This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my “ His eyes were green as leeks. Lion. “ Oh-."

flove ?

"O sisters three, [The Lion roars. Thisbe runs of:

« Come, come to me, Dem. Well roared, lion.

“ With hands as pale as milk; The. Well run, Thisbe.

“Lay them in gore, Hip. Well shone, moon.--Truly, the moon

“ Since you have shore shines with a good grace.

« With shears his thread of silk. The. Well moused, lion.

" Tongue, not a word: [The Lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and erit.

« Come, trusty sword; Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

“ Come, blade, my breast imbrue: Lys. And then the moon vanishes.

“And farewell, friends ;

“ Thus Thisbe ends :
Enter Pyramus.
“ Adieu, adieu, adieu."

Dies. Pyr. “ Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the beams;

dead. « I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright: Dem. Ay, and wall too. “ For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams, Bot. No, I assure you ; the wall is down that “ I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the “ But stay ;-0 spite !

epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance, between « But mark ;-Poor knight,

two of our company. « What dreadful dole is here?

The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play

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