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The. And we will hear it.
Philoft. No, my noble lord,
It is not for you. I have heard it over,
The. I will hear that play:
Go, bring them in, and take your places, ladies. [Exit Phil
Hip. I love not to fee wretchedness o'ercharg'd, And duty in his fervice perifhing.
The. Why, gentle fweet, you shall fee no fuch thing.
Hip. He fays, they can do nothing in this kind.
Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake;
Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Philoft. So please your Grace, the prologue is addreft.
The. Let him approach.
Enter Quince, for the prologue.
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will.
We do not come, as minding to content you
We are not here.-that you fhould here repent you, The actors are at hand;--and by their fhow, You fhall know all, that you are like to know.
The. This fellow doth not ftand upon points. Lyf. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt; he knows not the ftop. A good moral, my lord. It is not enough to fpeak, but to fpeak true.
Hip. Indeed he hath play'd on his prologue, like a child on the recorder; a found, but not in government. The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impair'd, but all diforder'd. Who is the next?
Enter Pyramus and Thifbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion, as in dumb fhew.
Prol. Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this fhow, But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. This man, with lime and rough-caft, doth prefent Wall, the vile wall, which did thefe lovers funder: And through wall's chink, poor fouls, they are can
To whilper, at the which let no man wonder. This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn, Prefenteth Moon-fhine: For, if you will know, By moon fhine did thefe lovers think no fcorn
To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.
And finds his trufty Thisby's mantle flain; Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade 5 He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breaft. And Thisby tarrying in the mulberry thade, His dagger drew, and died.
For all the reft,
Let Lion, Moon-fhine, Wall, and lovers twain, At large difcourfe, while here they do remain. [Exeunt all but Wall, The. I wonder, if the Lion be to speak. Dem. No wonder, my lord; one Lion may, when many affes do.
Wall. In this fame Interlude, it doth befall,
This loam, this rough-caft, and this ftone doth fhew,
The. Would you defire lime and hair to speak better? Dem. It is the wittieft partition, that ever I heard difcourfe, my lord.
The. Pyramus draws near the wall: filence!
Pyr. O grim-look'd night! O night with hue fo
O night which ever art, when day is not!
That ftands between her father's ground and mine; Thou wall, O wall, O fweet and lovely wall,
Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine. eyne.
Thanks, courteous wall; Jove fhield thee well for this!
O wicked wall, through whom I fee no blifs;
The. The wall, methinks, being fenfible, fhould curfe again.
Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he fhould not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue; fhe is to enter, and I am to spy her through the wall, You 'fhall fee, it will fall pat as I told you.
Yonder he comes.
Thif. O wall, full often haft thou heard my moans, For parting my fair Pyramus and me. My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; Thy frones with lime and hair knit up in thee. Pyr. I fee a voice; now will I to the chink; To fpy, an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby !
Thif. My love! thou art, my love, I think,
Thif. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.
Pyr. O kifs me through the hole of this vile wall.
Thif. Tide life, tide death, I come without delay. Wall. Thus have I Wall my part discharged fo: And, being done, thus Well away doth go. [Exit. The. Now is the Mural down between the two neighbours.
Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are fo wilful, to hear without warning. 7
Thef. Now is the Mural down between the two neighbours. Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are fo wilful to HEAR without warning.] Shakespear could
6 Limander and Helen, are spoken by the blundering player, for Leander and Hero. Shafalus and Procrus, for Cephalus and Procris.