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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 play’d Pyramus, and hang'd himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy : and so it is, truly; and very notably discharg’d. But come, your Bergomask: let your
epilogue alone. [Here a Dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve;— Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. 364
I fear, we shall out-sleep the coming morn,
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, 371
Enter King and Queen of Fairies, with their Train.
00. Through this house give glimmering
Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Tit. First, rehearse this song by rote :
Sox G and DAN ce.
05. Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we, Which by us shall blessed be; And the issue, there create, Ever shall be fortunate. So shall all the couples three Ever true in loving be: And the blots of nature's hand Shall not in their issue stand ; 410 Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, Nor mark prodigious, such as are Despised in nativity, Shall upon their children be.— With this field-dew consecrate, Every fairy take his gate; And each several chamber bless, Through this palace, with sweet peace: Ever shall it safely rest, And the owner of it blest. 42c Trip away; Make no stay ; Meet me all by break of day." - [Exeunt King, Queen, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, Think but this (and all is mended), That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend; 432 If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I'm an honest Puck,