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Wall. In this fame Interlude, it doth befal, That I, one Snout by name, present a wall : (37) And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a crannied hole or chink; Through which the lovers, Pyr’mus and Thisoby, Did whisper often very secretly; This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth shew, That I am that same wall; the truth is so. And this the cranny is, right and finifter, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.
Thes: Would you desire lime and hair to speak better ;'
Dem. It is the wittiest partition, that ever I heard discourse, my Lord. Thef. Pyramus draws near the wait: filence !
Enter Pyramus. Pyr. Ogrim-look'd night! O night with hue so black !
O night which ever art, when day is not!
I fear, my Thisoe's promise is forgot.
That stands between her father's ground and mine ; Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne. Thanks, courteous wall; Jove shield thee well for this !
But what see 1? no Thisby do I see,
Curft be thy stones for thus deceiving me.
Thef. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
Pyr. No, in truth, Sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue; she is to enter, and I am to spy ber through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you. Yonder the comes.
(37) That I, one Flute by name,] Thus Mr. Pope gives it us, either from the old quarto's, or by accident. But accident, or authorily happens to be wrong in it: and we must restore, Snout, with the od folio's į for it appears in the first act, that Flute was to perform Tbifoe,
Enter Thisby. Thil. O wall, full often haft thou heard my means,
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. I see a voice; now will I to the chink;
To fpy, an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisoy!
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, till the fates me kill.
Pyr. O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
Wall. Thus have I Wall my part discharged so : And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. [Exit.
Thef. 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 filliest stuff that e'er I heard.
Thef. 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.
Thef. 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. (38)
(38) Here come two noble beasts in a man and a lion. ] I don't think the jer here is either compleat, or right. It is differently pointed in several of the old copies, which, I suspect, may lead us to the true reading, viz.
Here come two noble beasts, in a man and a lion, immediately upon Theseus saying this, enter Lion and Moonshine. It feems very probable therefore, that our Author wrote
in a moon and a lion. the one having a crescent and a lantborn before him, and representing the man in the moon; the other in a lion': hide,
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16 miliondor Taip, Enter Lion and Moon shine. ^: 918 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 wildeft rage
Thef. A very gentle beast, and of a good confcience,
Dem. Not so, my Lord; for his valoar cannot carry his discretion, and the fox carries the goose.
Thes, 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
n present: Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.
Thes. He is no crescent, and his horns are invifible within the circumference.
Aloon. This lanthorn doth the horned moon present: Myself the man i'th' moon doth seem to be.
A man should be put into the lanthorn : how is it elre the man i' th’ moon?
Dem. He dares: not come there for the candle ; for you see, it is already in snuff.
Hip. I am weary of this moon; would he would change. Thel
. It appears by his small light of difcretion, that he is in the wane; but yet in courtesy, in all reason we must stay the time.
Ly. Proceed, Moan.
Moon. All that I have to say, is to tell you that the anthorn is the moon ; 'I the man in the moon; thorn-bush, my thorn-bufh; and this dog, my dog.