Theseus. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. Hippolyta. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Pyramus. "O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame? "Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: 'Which is no, no-which was the fairest dame, "That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with "cheer.3 "Come, tears, confound; "The pap of Pyramus: 66 Ay, that left pap, "Where heart doth hop: "Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. "Now am I dead, "Now am I fled; "My soul is in the sky: "Tongue, loose thy light! "Now die, die, die, die, die." [Dies.-Exit MOONSHINE. Demetrius. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. Lysander. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. Theseus. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove an ass. Hippolyta. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? Theseus. She will find him by star-light.-Here she comes; and her passion ends the play. Enter THISBE. Hippolyta. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief. 3 Countenance. 1 Demetrius. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better. Lysander. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. Demetrius. And thus she moans, videlicet. Thisbe. " Asleep, my love? "What, dead, my dove? "O Pyramus, arise, "Speak, speak. Quite dumb? Tongue, not a word: "Come, trusty sword; Come, blade, my breast imbrue: "And farewell, friends;— "Thus Thisbe ends: Adieu, adieu, adieu.” [Dies. Theseus. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Demetrius. Ay, and wall too. Bottom. 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? Theseus. 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 play'd Pyramus and hanged him- I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.- In nightly revels, and new jollity. SCENE II. Enter PUCK. [Exeunt. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, That the graves, all gaping wide, By the triple Hecat's team, Following darkness like a dream, Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Oberon. Through this house give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire: Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; And his ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it trippingly. Titania. First, rehearse this song by rote: To each word a warbling note, Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place. SONG, and DANCE. Oberon. Now, until the break of day, And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be.- Every fairy take his gait; 6 And each several chamber bless, Through this palace with sweet peace: E'er shall it in safety rest, And the owner of it blest. Trip away; Make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, [Exit. END OF VOLUME FIRST. M'CORQUODALE AND CO., PRINTERS, LONDON, |