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Moon. “This lantern doth the horned moon pre
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.
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.
Enter ThisBE. This. - This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my
love?" Lion. "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?
6. How can it be?
“ Thy mantle good,
come, come ;
Quail, 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.
" Since lion vile hath here defloured my dear : “ Which is—no, no—which was the fairest dame, “ That lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with
“Out, sword, and wound
“Ay, that left pap,
6 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. Destroy.
« Now am I dead,
6 Now am I fled;
“Tongue, lose thy light!
“Moon, take thy flight!
[Dies.-Exit Moon-shine. 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
The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove an ass. Hip. How chance moon-shine is
before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
The. She will find him by star-light.—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. Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.
This. “ Asleep, my love?
“What, dead, my dove?
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
“ These lily brows,
“ This cherry nose,
" Are gone, are gone.
1 The old copies read means, which had anciently the same signification as moans. Theobald made the alteration.
2 The old copies read lips instead of brows. The alteration was made for the sake of the rhyme by Theobald.
“His eyes were green as leeks.
"O sisters three,
“Come, come, to me,
“ Lay them in gore,
“Since you have shore
“ Tongue, not a word.—
“Come, trusty sword;
“ And farewell, friends ;
“ Thus Thisby ends. “Adieu, adieu, adieu."
[Dies. 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 Bergomask dance, between two of our company?
The. No epilogue, I pray you: for 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 with 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 ; 'tis 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. A fortnight hold we this solemnity In nightly revels, and new jollity.
your play needs
1 A rustic dance framed in imitation of the people of Bergamasco (a province in the state of Venice), who are ridiculed as being more clownish in their manners and dialect than any other people of Italy. The lingua rustica of the buffoons, in the old Italian comedies, is an imitation of their jargon.
And the wolf behowls the moon ;
All with weary task foredone.1 Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching 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 church-way paths to glide ; And we fairies, that do run,
By the triple Hecat's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire.
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote.
2 Cleanliness is always necessary to invite the residence or favor of the Fairies.