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Come, Tears, confound; out, Sword and wound
Ay, that left pap,' where heart doth hop:
My soul is in the Sky:
Sun, lose thy light! Moon, take thy flight!
Now die, die, die, die, die.
DEM. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
THE. With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and prove an ass.
HIP. How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes back, and finds her lover?
THE. She will find him by starlight. 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 mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus,
Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
THIS. Asleep, my Love? what, dead, my Dove?
1. the 'a' is broad: to rhyme with 'hop.'
These lily brows, this cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone: Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three, come, come to me,
With shears his thread of silk.
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb? Dead, dead? A tomb
Tongue, not a word: come, trusty Sword;
THE. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
BOT. [rising.] No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the Epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask1 dance between two of our company?
THE. No Epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn
A fortnight hold we this solemnity
In nightly revels and new jollity.
Enter PUCK, with a broom on his shoulder.
And the wolf behowls the Moon;
All with weary task fordone.2
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves, all gaping wide,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we Fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team
Following Darkness like a dream,
Enter KING and QUEEN OF FAIRIES, with their Train.
Now, until the break of day,
Through this House each Fairy stray.
Which by us shall blessed be ;
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
And the owner of it, blest,
If we Shadows1 have offended,
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long ;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
1 (1) Fairies; (2) actors as characters in a play.