Therein doth kill himselfe. Which when I saw Thes. What are they that do play it? Ege. [Phil.] Hard handed men, that worke in Athens heere, Which never labour'd in their mindes till now; 80 And now have toyled their unbreathed1 memories With this same play, against your nuptiall. 1 unpractised The. And we will heare it. Phi. No, my noble Lord, it is not for you. I have heard | It over, and it is nothing, nothing in the world; 88 Thes. I will heare that play. For never any thing Can be amisse, when simplenesse and duty tender it. Goe bring them in, and take your places, Ladies. [Exit Philostrate.] Hip. I love not to see wretchednesse orecharged; And duty in his service perishing. Thes. Why gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. Hip. He saies, they can doe nothing in this kinde. Thes. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake; And what poore duty cannot doe, noble respect Takes it in might, not merit. Where I have come, great Clearkes have purposed 100 83-5. 3 five-accent ll.-2RowE. 88-90. 3 five-accent 11.-2Rowe. Make periods in the midst of sentences, I read as much, as from the ratling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. [Re-enter Philostrate.] Egeus. [Phil.] So please your Grace, the Prologue is addrest.1 Duke. [Thes.] Let him approach. Enter the Prologue. 1 ready Flor. Trum. Quince. Pro. If we offend, it is with our good will. We are not heere. All for your delight, 120 That you should here repent you, The Actors are at hand; and by their show, You shall know all, that you are like to know. Thes. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Lys. He hath rid his Prologue, like a rough Colt: he knowes not the stop. A good morall my Lord. It is not enough to speake, but to speake true. 129 Hip. Indeed hee hath plaid on his Prologue, like a childe on a Recorder, a sound, but not in government. Thes. His speech was like a tangled chaine: nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? Tawyer with a Trumpet before them. Enter Pyramus and Thisby, Wall, Moone-shine, and Lyon. | Prol. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show But wonder on, till truth make all things plaine. This man is Piramus, if you would know; This beauteous Lady, Thisby is certaine. This man, with lyme and rough-cast, doth present 140 1 called Whereat, with blade, with bloody blamefull blade, Exit all but Wall. 150 160 134. Tawyer ... them outt-Q2. 148. grizy: grisly-Q2.2-4F. 154. bis Thisbies: his trusty Thisby's-QQ. Thes. I wonder if the Lion be to speake. Deme. No wonder, my Lord: one Lion many Asses doe. may, when Exit Lyon, Thisbie, and Mooneshine. Wall. In this same Interlude, it doth befall, That I, one Snowt (by name) present a wall: And such a wall, as I would have you thinke, That had in it a crannied hole or chinke: Through which the Lovers, Piramus and Thisbie 170 Did whisper often, very secretly. This loame, 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 sinister, Through which the fearefull Lovers are to whisper. Thes. Would you desire Lime and Haire to speake better? Deme. It is the wittiest partition, that ever I heard discourse, my Lord. Thes. Pyramus drawes neere the Wall, silence. 180 Enter Pyramus. Pir. O grim lookt night, ô night with hue so blacke, O night, which ever art, when day is not: O night, ô night, alacke, alacke, alacke, I feare my Thisbies promise is forgot. And thou ô wall, thou sweet and lovely wall, That stands betweene her fathers ground and mine, Shew me thy chinke, to blinke through with mine eine. 191 186. thou sweet and: O sweet O-Q2. 187. stands: stand'st-IQ. O wicked wall, through whom I see no blisse, Thes. The wall me-thinkes being sensible,1 should curse againe. 1 having feeling Pir. No in truth sir, he should not. Deceiving me, Is Thisbies cue; she is to enter, and I am to spy Her through the wall. You shall see it will fall. Enter Thisbie. Pat as I told you; yonder she comes. 200 This. O wall, full often hast thou heard mv mones, For parting my faire Piramus, and me. My cherry lips have often kist thy stones; Thisbie? Thy stones with Lime and Haire knit up in thee. And like Limander am I trusty still. This. And like Helen till the Fates me kill. 210 Pir. O kisse me through the hole of this vile wall. This. Tide life, tide death, I come without delay. [Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe.] Wall. Thus have I Wall, my part discharged so; And being done, thus Wall away doth go. Exit Clow. 196-200. prose-POPE. 197. enter, and: enter now, and-Q0. 210. And like: And I like-Q2.2F. |