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Come, trusty sword;
Thus Thisby ends :
[Dies. The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
Dem. Ay, and Wall too.
Bot. Starting up] 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 360 dance between two of our company?
The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse.
for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it had played 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.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
360. Bergomask dance, the province of Bergamoin North dance of rustics, or clowns, so Italy, whom their neighbours called from the inhabitants of credited with a peculiar rusticity. 380
And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching 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
390 By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train.
Obe. Through the house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire : Every elf and fairy sprite
Hop as light as bird from brier ;
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
To each word a warbling note :
[Song and dance.
381. fordone, exhausted. team, the chariot of the diva tri.
formis, Diana-Hecate-Phæbe. 391. By the triple Hecate's 394. frolic, jocund,
Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
[Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
440 419. prodigious, monstrous. 440. the serpent's tongue, hissing.
We will make ainends ere long;
444. give me your hands, applaud.
END OF VOL. I.