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Thes. Pyramus draws near the wall: filence!
I fear my Thisbe's promise is forgot.
That stands between her father's ground and mine; Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, reyne.
Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine Thanks, courteous wall ; Jove shield thee well for
this! But what fee I? no Thisbe do I fee. wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ; Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!
Thes. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisbe's cue; she is to enter, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes.
ş Enter Thisbe. This. O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me.
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
To spy, an I can hear my Thisbe'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.
Pyr. O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
Thes. 4 Now is the Mural down between the two neighbours. · Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to rear without warning.
Hip. This is the fillieft stuff that e'er I heard. - Thef. 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.
Thef. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent nen. Here come two noble beasts in a man and a lion.
Enter Lion and Moonshine.
When Lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
Thef. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that c'er I saw.
4 Ther. Now is the mural down beiween the two neighbours. • Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to HEAR without warning: ] Shakespear could never write this nonsense ; we hould read to REAR without warning. i.e. It is no worder that walls thould be suddenly down, when they were as suddenly up; - rler'd without warning.
Lys. This Lion is a very fox for his valour.
Dem. Not fo, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion, and the fox carries the goose.
Thes. 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,
Moon, This lanthorndoth 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.
Moon. This lanthorn doth the horned moon present: My self the man i'th' moon doth seem to be.
Thes. This is the greatest error of all the rest ; the man should be put into the lanthorn: how is it elsc the man i'th' moon ? "
Dem. He dares not come there for the candle ; for you see, it is already in fnuff. Hip. I am weary of this moon; 'would, he would
change! Thes. It appears by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane, but yet in courtesie, in all reason, we must stay the time. .
Lys. Proceed, Moon
Moon. All that I have to say, is to tell you that the lanthorn 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 lanthorn; for they are in the moon. But, filence ; 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 roar'd, Lion, M 3
Thes. Well run, Thisbe.
Hip. Well Thone, Moon.
Thes. Well mouz’d, Lion.
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
I trust to taste of truest Thisbe's sight.
What dreadful dole is here?
O dainty duck! O deer!
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell.
Thes. 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 deflour'd my dear : Which is no, no which was the faireft dame, · That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with : cheer, Come tears, confound : out sword, and wound
The pap of Pyramus.
Thus die 1, thus, thus, thus.
Tongue, lose thy light : moon, take thy fight;
Thes. With the help of a Surgeon he might yet recom ver, and prove an ass.
Hip. How chance the Moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
Enter Thisbe. Ther. She will find him by star-light. Here she comes ; and her passion ends the Play. . .
Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one for such à Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief.
Dem. A moth will turn the ballance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better. i. [eyes.
Lyf. She hath spy'd him already with those sweet
Thef. Asleep, my love?