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Hip. This is the filliest stuff that e'er I heard.

Tbe. 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 worfe 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 heart: fear

The smallest monstrous mouse that cross cor, May now, perchance, both quake arusa

were, When Lion rough in wilde Then know that I, one Saug the , hl No Lion fell, nor else no Lion's dam: For if I should as Lion come in ftrite Into this place, 't were pity of my life.

Tbe. A very gentle beast, and of a good conicience.

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 discrecion.

Dem. Not so, my lord ; for his valour cannot carry his discretion, and the fox carries the goose.

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REAR in a Man and a Lion. without warning: i.e. It is no immediately upon Theseus faying wonder that walis should be sud- this, enter Lion and Moonshini, denly down, when they were as

It seems very probable therefore, suddenly up ;

-rcard without that our Author wrote warning. WARBURTON.

8 Here come two noble Beasts in in a Moon and a Lion. a Man and a Lion ) I don't think the Jeft here is either compleat, the one having a Crescent and a or right. It is diferently pointed Lanthorn before him, and re. in several of the Old Copies, prelenting the Man in the Moan; which, I suspect, nay lead us to the other in a Lion's bide. the true Reading, viz.

THEOBALD.

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 hearken to the moon.

Moon. This lanthorn 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 lanthorn doth the horned moon present: Myself the man i'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!

Tbe. It appears by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane; but yet in curtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. | Lyf. Proceed, Moon.

Moon. All that I have to say, is to tell you that the lanthorn 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 lanthorn ; for they are in the moon. But filence; here comes Thisby.

Enter Thisbe.

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This

. This is old Ninny's tomb; where is my love?
Lion, Oh. [The Lion roars, Thisbe runs off
Dem. Well roar'd, Lion.
Tbe. Well run Tbisbe.

Hip. Well shone, Moon.
Truly, the Moon shines with a good grace.

The. Well mouz’d, Lion.

* An Equivocation. Snuff signifies both the cinder of a candle, and bafty anger.

Dem,

Dem. And then came Pyramus.
Lys. And so the Lion vanish’d.

Enter Pyramus.
Pyr. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy funny beams

I thank thee, Moon, for shining now fo bright ;
For by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,

I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
But stay : O spight!
But mark, poor Knight,

What dreadful dole is here?
Eyes, do you see !
How can it be!

O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What, ftain'd with blood !

Approach, you furies fell :
O fates ! come, come:
Cut thread and thrum ;

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell.

Tbe. 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.
Pyr. O wherefore, nature, did it thou Lions frame ?

Since lion vile hath here defour'd my dear :
Which is no, no-which was the faireft dame,
That liv’d, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with

cheer.
Come tears, confound :
Out sword, and wound

The pap of Pyramusa
Ay, that left pap,
Where heart doth hop:

Thus die 1, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled,

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My soul is in the sky ;
Tongue, loose thy light,
Moon, take thy fight;
Now die, die, die, die, die.

[Dies. Dem. No die but an ace for him ; for he is but one.

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing

The. With the help of a Surgeon he might yet recover, and prove an ass.

Hip. How chance the Moonshine is gone, before Thisby come back and finds her lover ?

Enter Thisbe.
The. She will find him by star-light.
Here she comes ; and her passion ends the Play.

Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief.

Dem. A moth will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better. Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet

eyes.
Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet

This. Alleep, my love ?
What dead, my dove ?
O Pyramus, arise :
Speak, speak. Quite dumb ?
Dead, dead ? a tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes,
These lilly brows,
This cherry nose,

Thefe • I. Makes this speech a little Nose.] All Thilly's Lamentation, longer but not better.

till now, runs in regular Rhyme 9 And thus fre means -] and Metre. But both, by some Thus all the Editions have it. Accident, are in this fingle InIt should be, thus the moans ; i. e. Nance interrupted. I suspect the laments over her dead Pyramus. Poet wrote ;

THEOBALD. These lilly Brows,
These lilly Lips, this cherry This cherry Nole.

Now

These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone :
Lovers, make moan!
His eyes were green as leeks.
O lifters three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lave them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of Gilk.
Tongue, not a word ;
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue :
And farewel, friends,
Thus Thisby ends ;
Adieu, adieu, adieu.

[Dies. Tbe. Moonshine arid Lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and Wall coo.

Bot. No, I affure you, the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a bergomaik dance, between two of our company?

The. 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 blam'd. Marry, if hé, that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hung himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and 10 it is, truly, and very notably discharg'd. But come, your bergomalk; let your Epilogue alone.

[Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers to bed ; 'tis almolt Fairy time. I fear, we shall out-sleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have over watch'd.

Now black Brows being a Beauty a cherry Nose, green Eyes, or lilly Brows are as ridiculous as Coruslip Cheeks,

THÉOBALR;

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