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Come, trusty sword;
And, farewell, friends;
The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the
Dem. Ay, and Wall too.
Bot. [Starting up] No, I assure is down that parted their fathers. you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask 360 dance between two of our company?
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,
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 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. [A dance. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn
In nightly revels and new jollity.
360. Bergomask dance, a dance of rustics, or clowns, so called from the inhabitants of
you; the wall Will it please
the province of Bergamo in North Italy, whom their neighbours credited with a peculiar rusticity.
And the wolf behowls the moon;
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 Hecate's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train.
Obe. Through the house give glimmering light,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
Tita. First, rehearse your song by rote,
To each word a warbling note:
381. fordone, exhausted.
391. By the triple Hecate's
[Song and dance.
team, the chariot of the diva triformis, Diana-Hecate-Phoebe. 394. frolic, jocund.
Obe. Now, until the break of day,
And the blots of Nature's hand
Ever shall in safety rest.
[Exeunt Oberon, Titania, and train.
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
419. prodigious, monstrous. 440. the serpent's tongue, hissing.
We will make ainends ere long ;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
444. give me your hands, applaud.
END OF VOL. I.