Enter PYRAMUS. Pyr. O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black? O night, which ever art, when day is not! ,,0 night, O night, alack, alack, alack, ,,I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! ,,And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, ,,That stand'st between her father's ground and mine; ,,Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, ,,Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine cyne. [Wall holds up his fingers. ,,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; ,,Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!" The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. Deceiv ing 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 : ~ S Yonder she comes. Enter THISBE. This. „ 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. Pyr.,,I see a voice: now will I to the chink, „To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. ,,Thisby!" 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, kill." till the fates me Pyr.,,Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true." This.,,I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at Pyr.,,Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straight way? « This.,,Tide life, tide death, 1 come without delay." Wall. Thus have I, wall, my part dischar " ged so; ,,And, being done, thus wall away doth go." [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 ever I heard. The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. VOL. III. 11 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. Here come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion. Enter Lion and Moonshine. Lion.,,You, Ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear ,,The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, „May now, perchance, both quake and tremble " here, When lion rough in wildest roar. rage doth ,,Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am ,,A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam: ,,For if I should as lion come in strife ,,Into this place, 'twere pity on my life," The. A very gentle beast, and of a good con science. Dem. The very best at a beast, my Lord, that e'er I saw. 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 listen to the moon, 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: ,,Myself the man i'th'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, yon see, it is already in snuff. Hip. I am aweary of this moon: would change! Would, he 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 Ninay's tomb: Where is my Dem., Well roar'd, lion. Hip. Well shone, moon. shines with a good grace. Truly, the moon The. Well mous'd, lion. [The Lion tears THISBE's mantle, and exit. Dem. And so comes Pyramus. Lys. And then the moon vanishes. Enter 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 trutest Thisby's sight. ,,What dreadful dole is here? ,,Eyes, do you see? ,,Hom can it be? ,,O dainty duck! O dear! ,,Thy mantle good, ,,What, stain'd with blood? ,,O fates! come, come; ,,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. |