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Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,
The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such
Hip. He says they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
I read as much as from the rattling tongue
90. Our sport, etc. Their blunders will furnish our amusement. As the Princess says in the parallel passage, L. L.L. v. 2. 517: That sport best pleases that doth least know how.'
91, 92. noble respect Takes it,
etc. A noble mind, in judging the incompetent performances of well-meaning men, has regard to their powers, not to its worth.
101. fearful duty, timid loyalty.
Phil. So please your grace, the Prologue is address'd.
The. Let him approach. [Flourish of trumpets.
Enter QUINCE for the Prologue.
Pro. If we offend, it is with our good will.
That you should think, we come not to offend,
We do not come as minding to content you,
That you should here repent
The actors are at hand and by their show
The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my 120 lord it is not enough to speak, but to speak true.
Hip. Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.
The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
106. address'd, ready.
108 f. The humour of mis
punctuation had already been practised by Udail in Ralph Royster Doyster (c. 1551).
118. doth not stand upon points, is not minutely puncti
Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, Wall,
Pro. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.
And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are
To whisper. At the which let no man wonder.
To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain At large discourse, while here they do remain. [Exeunt Prologue, Pyramus, Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine.
The. I wonder if the lion be to speak.
131. certain, this archaic accentuation only survived in rude popular verse.
Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do.
Wall. In this same interlude it doth befall
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth
That I am that same wall; the truth is so:
Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord.
The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! Pyr. O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
O night, which ever art when day is not! O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,
I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
That stand'st between her father's ground and
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
164. sinister, left.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss! Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me! The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me' is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you. Yonder she
This. O wall, full often hast thou heard my
For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
This. My love thou art, my love I think.
And, like Limander, am I trusty still.
This. And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.
This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all. Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?
This. 'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without [Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe.
Cephalus... Procris. Cephalus was wooed by Eos, but remained faithful to his wife Procris.