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Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.
This. “Asleep, my love?
“ What, dead, my dove? "O Pyramus, arise,
“ Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
“ Dead, dead ? A tomb
“ These lily brows,
“ This cherry nose,
“ Are gone, are gone :
“ Lovers, make moan!
« O sisters three,
Come, come, to me,
“ Lay them in gore,
“ Since you have shore
Tongue, not a word :
Come, trusty sword;
“ And farewell, friends;
« Thus Thisbe ends : “Adieu, adieu, adieu.”
[Dies. The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and wall too.
Bot. 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!
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 blamed. Marry, if he
that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone.
[Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve : Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatch'd. This palpable-gross play bath well beguild The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed.A fortnight hold we this solemnity, In nightly revels, and new jollity.
And the wolf behowls the moon;
All with weary task fordone.
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
In remembrance of a shroud.
In the church-way paths to glice:
By the triple Hecat's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolick; not a mouse
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their train. Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire:
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote:
SONG, AND DANCE.
And cach several chamber bless,
Make no stay;
[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended)