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llow all or Enter Pyramus.

Pyr. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy funny beams;
I thank thee, Moon, for fhining now fo bright;
For by thy gracious, golden, glittering ftreams,
I trust to taste of trueft Thisbe's fight.

But stay: O fpight! basolono en ti b
But mark, poor Knight,

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What dreadful dole is here? odznal zár
Eyes, do you feeds) drou Moom
How can it bello novas formang
O dainty duck! O deer!! od
Thy mantle good;
What, ftain'd with blood

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Approach, you furies fell: nata ei oo mov O fates! come, comes to view in I.qilf Cut thread and thrum;

Quail, crufh, conclude, and quelloggs!

Thef. This paffion, and the death of a dear friend Would go near to make a man look fad.

Hip. Befhrew my heart, but I pity the man.

Pyr. O wherefore, nature, didit thou Lions frame? Since Lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear:tolle! Which is no, no which was the faireft dame,

That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with most cheer.non deb

Come tears, confound: out fword, and wound

The pap of Pyramus.

Ay, that left pap, where heart doth h hop:

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.

Now am I dead, now am I fled, my foul is in the sky;
Tongue, lofe thy light: moon, take thy flight;
Now die, die, die, die, die.

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Dem. No die, but an ace for him; for he is but one. Lyf. Lefs than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.

Thef. With the help of a Surgeon he might yet recover, and prove an afs.

Hip. How chance the Moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?

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Enter Thisbe. Plus a doh

Thef. She will find him by ftar-light.

Here the comes; and her paffion ends the Play. Hip. Methinks, fhe fhould not use a long one for fuch a Pyramus: I hope, fhe will be brief.

Dem. A moth will turn the ballance, which Pyramus, which Thisby is the better.

Lyf. She hath fpied him already with thofe fweet eyes.

Dem. And thus fhe moans, videlicet.

Thif. Alleep, my love?

What dead, my dove?

O Pyramus, arife:

Speak, fpeak. Quite dumb?

Dead, dead? a tomb

Muft cover thy fweet eyes.
Thefe lilly brows, (39)

This cherry nofe (39)

Thefe yellow cowllip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan!

His eyes were green as leeks.
O fifters three,

Come, come to me,

With hands as pale as milk,

Lave them in gore,

Since you have fhore

With theers his thread of filk.

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(38) And thus he means -] Thus all the Editions have it, I think, without any Meaning. It fhould be, thus fhe moans; i. e. laments over her dead Pyramus. It is faid a little above, And her Paffion ends the Play.

(39) Thefe lilly Lips, this cherry Nofe,] All Thisbe's Lamentation, till now, runs in regular Rhyme and Metre. But Both, by fome Accident, are in this fingle Inftance interrupted. I fufpect, the Poet

wrote;

Thefe lilly Brows,
This cherry Noje,

Now black Brows being a Beauty, lilly Brows are as ridiculous as a cherry Nofe, green Eyes, or cowflip Cheeks.

VOL. I.

Tongue

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Every elf, and fairy fprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier; sich And this ditty after me

Sing, and dance it trippingly.

Queen. First rehearse this fong by roat,
To each word a warbling note.
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we fing, and blefs this place.

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Now, until the break of day,

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To the best bride-bed will we,

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Through this houfe each Fairy ftray. Molton th

Which by us fhall blessed beaded diamond

And the iffue, there create,

Ever fhall be fortunate;
So fhall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:

And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their iffue ftand;
Never mole, hair-lip, nor fear,
Nor mark prodigious, fuch as are
Defpifed in nativity,

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Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew confecrate,
Every Fairy take his gate,

And each feveral chamber blefs,
Through this palace with fweet peace.
Ever fhall it fafely reft,
And the owner of it bleft.
Trip away, make no ftay;
Meet me all by break of day.

Puck. If we fhadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended;
That you have but flumbred here,
While thefe vifions did appear.
And this weak and idle theam
No more yielding but a dream,

Gentles,

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