This. "Asleep, my love? "What, dead, my dove? "O Pyramus, arise, "Speak, speak. Quite dumb? "Dead, dead? A tomb "Must cover thy sweet eyes. "These lily brows, "This cherry nose, "These yellow cowslip cheeks, "Are gone, are gone: "Lovers, make moan! "Come, come, to me, "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; 330 340 "Thus Thisby ends: “Adieu, adieu, adieu.” Dem. Ay, and wall too. [Dies. The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. 350 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 company? The. 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, In nightly revels, and new jollity. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, All with weary task fordone. Whilst the scritch owl, scritching loud, In remembrance of a shroud, 371 Now Now it is the time of night, In the church-way paths to glide: By the triple Hecat's team, 380 390 Enter King and Queen of Fairies, with their Train. Ob. Through this house give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire: Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me, Sing and dance it trippingly. Tit. First, rehearse this song by rote: To each word a warbling note, Will we sing, and bless this place. SONG and DANCE. Ob. Now, until the break of day, 400 Το To the best bride-bed will we, And the blots of nature's hand Shall not in their issue stand; 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. Trip away; Make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. 410 420 [Exeunt King, Queen, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, Think but this (and all is mended), 439 |