Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.- "O Pyramus, arise, 66 Speak, speak. Quite dumb? "Dead, dead? A tomb "Must cover thy sweet eyes. "These lily brows, "This cherry nose, "These yellow cowslip cheeks, "Are gone, are gone: "Lovers, make moan! "His eyes were green as leeks. "Come, come, to me, "Since you have shore "With shears his thread of silk. Tongue, not a word: "Come, trusty sword; "Come, blade, my breast imbrue : "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, SCENE II. Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, [Exeunt. Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecat's team, From the presence of the sun, 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: Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it trippingly. Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: To each word a warbling note, Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place. SONG, AND DANCE. Obe. Now, until the break of day, And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be.- Every fairy take his gait; And each several chamber bless, Through this palace with sweet peace : And the owner of it blest. Make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, Think but this, (and all is mended,) That you have but slumber'd here, Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, [Exit. VOL. IX. |