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“ The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, • May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, “When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. “ Then know, that I, as Snug the joiner, am * A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam : * For if I should as lion come in strife • Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.” 220 The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that ever I saw. Iys. This lion is a very fox for his valour. The. True; and a goose for his discretion. Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry his discretion ; and the fox carries the goose. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the In OOn. 24o Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon “ present:” - - Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. - - The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference. . - - - - - - Moon. “ This lantern doth the horned moon pre“ sent; z “ Myself the man i the moon do seem to be.” TÉe. This is the greatest error of all the rest ; the
man should be put into the lantern ; How is it else the man i'the moon R 25o Den. He dares not come there for the candle; for you see, it is already in snuff. Hip. I am weary of this moon: Would, he would changel - The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. - Lys. Proceed, moon. Moon. All that I have to say, is to tell you, that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes Thisbe. 264
Enter THIs B.E.
This. “This is old Ninny's tomb : Where is my - : “ love?” - Lion. “Oh—” [The Lion roars. This be runs off. Dem. Well roar'd, lion. • The. Well run, Thisbe. Hip. Well shone, moon.—Truly, the moon shines with a good grace. - - 27,o The. Well mous'd, lion. o Dem. And then came Pyramus. Lys. And so the lion vanish’d.
Pyr. “Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny “ beams; “I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright : “For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams, “ I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. “But stay;-O spight! - “But mark;-Poor knight, * What dreadful dole is here * 28o “ Eyes, do you see : ** How can it be “O dainty duck? O dear! “Thy mantle good, “What, stain'd with blood? - “ Approach, ye furies fell ! - .. “O fates come, come; “ Cut thread and thrum ; “ Quail, crush, conclude, and quell 1" The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. 291 Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. Pyr. “O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions “ frame “Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: “Which is—no, no—which was the sairest dame, “That liv'd, that lov’d, that iik'd, that look’d “ with cheer. “Come tears, confound; “Out sword, and wound * The “ The pap of Pyramus : “ Ay, that left pap, 303 “Where heart doth hop :– “ Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. “ Now am I dead, * . . “ Now am I fled ; “My soul is in the sky : “Tongue, lose thy light ! “Moon, take thy flight “ Now, die, die, die, die, die.” [Dics. Exit Moon SHINE. Dem. No die, but an ace, for him ; for he is but one. 31 O. Iys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. . The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover, and prove an ass. Hip. How chance the moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover ? The. She will find him by star-light.—
Here she comes, and her passion ends the play. Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for such a Pyramus: I hope, she will be brief. 32 o Dem. A moth will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better. Lys. She hath spied him already, with those sweet eyes. Dem. And thus she moans, widelicet.
This. “Asleep, my love? “What, dead, my dove? “O Pyramus, arise, “Speak, speak. Quite dumbf “ Dead, dead A tomb “Must cover thy sweet eyes. 330 “ These lily brows, “ This cherry nose, • These yellow cowslip cheeks, “Are gone, are gone : “ Lovers, make moan “His eyes were green as leeks. “O sisters three, “ Come, come, to me, “With hands as pale as milk; “Lay thern in gorg, 34o “Since you have shore With shears his thread of silk. “Tongue, not a word :— “Come, trusty sword; “ Come blade, my breast imbrue: “ And farewel, friends;– “ Thus Thisby ends :
“Adieu, adieu, adieu.” [Dies. The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and wall too. 35o
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