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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 lan horn 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 all these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe.
This. This is old Ninny's tomb.
Where is my love?
The. Well run, Thisbe.
Hip. Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace. [The Lion shakes Thisbe's mantle, and exit. The. Well moused, Lion. Lys. And so the lion vanished. Dem. And then came Pyramus.
Pyr. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
But stay, O spite !
But mark, poor knight,
O dainty duck! O dear!
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 deflower'd my dear :
That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd with cheer.
Come, tears, confound;
Ay, that left pap,
My soul is in the sky:
Tongue, lose thy light; Moon, take thy flight: Now die, die, die, die, die. 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.
[Exit Moonshine. [Dies.
Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
The. She will find him by starlight. Here she comes 321 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; he for a man, God warrant us; she for a woman, God bless us.
Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
What, dead, my dove?
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
O Sisters Three,
With shears his thread of silk.
Come, blade, my breast imbrue :
And, farewell, friends;
The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead."
Bot. [Springing up] 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? 361
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. [A dance.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves all gaping wide,
In the church-way paths to glide:
Now the hungry lion roars,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
By the triple Hecate's team,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house :
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train.
Through the house give glimmering light,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
First, rehearse your song by rote,
Ever shall in safety rest.
Will we sing, and bless this place. [Song and dance. Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
Puck. If we shadows have offended,
[Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and train. 430