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He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breaft. And Thilby tarrying in the mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died. For all the reft, Let Lion, Moon-shine, Wall, and lovers twain, At large discourse, while here they do remain.
[Exeunt all but Wall. The. I wonder, if the Lion be ta fpeak. Dem. No wonder, my lord; one Lion may, when many
The. Would you desire lime and hair to fpeak better?
Dem. It is the wittiest partition, that ever I heard discourse, my lord.
Tue. Pyramus draws near the wall: filence !
I fear, my Thisby's promise is forgot.
Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.
But what fee I? no Thifby do I see. wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss; Curst be thy ftones for thus deceiving me!
The. The wall, methinks, being fengible, should curse again.
Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he fhould not. “ Deceiving me," is Thisby'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.
For parting my fair Pyramus and me.
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
Pyr. I see a voice; now will I to the chink; To fpy, 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,
Tuis. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.
Wall. Thus have I Wall my part discharged fo:
[Exit. The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.
Dem. No remedy, my lord, wheo walls are so wilful, to hear without warning.
Hip. This is is the filliest stuff that e'er I heard.
THE. 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.
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.
The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion, and the fox carries the goose.
Tke. 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 lanthorn doth the horned moon present.
THE. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible with in the circumference.
Moon. This lanthorn doth the horned moon prefent : Myself the mani'th' moon doth seem to be.
The. This is the greatest error of all the rest; the man should be put into the lanthorn: how is it else the man i'th' moon ?
Dem. He dares not come there for the candle ; for you see, it is already in souff.
Hip. I am weary 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 realon, 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; 1, the man in the moon; this thorabysh, my thorn-bush, and this dog, my dog.
DEM. Why, all these should be in the lanthorn; for they are in the moon. But silence ; here comes Thisby.
(The Lion roars, Thifby runs off. Dem. Well roer'd, Lion. The. Well run, Thilby.
Hip. Well-thone, Moon.
The. Well mouz’d, Lion.
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright; For by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,
I trust to taste of truest Thilby's light.
But stay : O spight !
What dreadful dole is here?
Eyes, do you see!
O dainty duck! O dear!
Approach, you furies fell :
Quail, crush, conclude and quell.
The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend would go near to make a man look fad.
Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
Since Lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear :
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 I, thus, thus, thus.
My soul is in the sky;
[Dies. Dem. No die bui an ace for him; for he is but one.