-Pyr. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy funny beams; thank thee, Moon, for fhining now fo brights

For by thy gracious, golden, glittering ftreams,
I truft to tafte of trueft Thisby's fight.

But ftay: O fpight!

But mark, poor Knight,

What dreadful dole is here?

Eyes, do you feel

How can it be !..

O dainty duck! O deer!
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What, ftain'd with blood!
Approach, you faries fell

O fates! come, come:
Cut thread and thrum;

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell.

The. 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.

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Pyr. O wherefore, nature, didft thou Lions frame ? Since Lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: Which is no, no-which was the faireft dame, That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer. Come tears, confound: out fword, and wound

The pap of Pyramus.

Ay, that left pap, where heart doth hep:
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.. 4

Now am I dead, now am I fled, my foul is in the fky;
Tongue, lofe thy lights moon, take thy flight;

Now die, die, die, die, die.

[Dies.

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.

The. With the help of a Surgeon he might yet recăver, and prove an afs.

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

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With hears his thread of filk.

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

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This cherry Nofe,

Now black Brows being a Beauty, lilly Brows are as ridiculous as a cherry Nose, green Eyes, or Cowflip Checks.

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The Moonfbine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
Dem. Ay, and Wall too.

Dies.

Bot. No, I affure you, the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it pleafe you to fee the epilogue, or to hear a bergomask dance, between two of our company?

The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excufe. Never excufe; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blam'd. Marry, if he, that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hung him elf in Thisbe's garter it would have been a fine tragedy, and fo it is, truly, and very notably difcharg'd. But come, your bergomak; let your Epilogue alone.

[Here a dance of Clowns. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve." Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost Fairy time.

I fear, we shall out fleep the coming morn,
As much as we this night have over-watch'd.
This palpable grofs Play hath well beguil'd

The heavy gate of night. Sweet friends, to bed.
A fortnight hold we this folemnity,

In nightly revel and new jollity.

Enter Puck.

* Puck. Now the hungry lion roars," **And the wolf behowls the moon (30) Whilft the heavy Ploughman fnoars,

All with weary task fore-done..

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(30) And the Wolf beholds the moon:] As 'tis the Delign of thefe Lines to characterize the Animals, as they prefent themselves at the Hour of Midnight; and as the Wolf is not justly charac teriz'd by faying he bebolds the Moon; which, all other Beafts of Prey, then awake, do: and as the Sounds these Animals make at

that

Now the wafted brands do glow,
Whilft the fcritch-owl, fcritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide
Every one lets forth his fpri e,
In the church-way paths to glide;
And we Fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team,
From the prefence of the fun,
Following darknefs like a dream,
Now are frolick; not a moufe
Shall difturb this hallow'd houfe:
I am fent with broom before,
To fweep the duft behind the door.

Exter King and Queen of Fairies, with their trains

Ob. Through this houfe give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire,

Every elf, and fairy fprite,

Hop as light as bird from briar,

And this ditty after me

Sing and dance it trippingly,

Queens 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.

The SONG.

Now until the break of day,

Through this Houfe each Fairy fray. mot!

To the best bride-bed will we,

Which by us fball blessed be:

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And the Wolf behowls the Moon.

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And the iffue, there create,
Ever fhall be fortunates.
So fhall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's band
Shall not in their iffue fand
Never mole, bair lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, fuch as are
Defpifed in nativity,

Shall upon their children be
With this field-dew confecrate,
Every Fairy take his gate,
And each feveral chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace.
Ever fall it fafely rest,

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, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And as I am honeft Puck,
If we have unearned luck

Now to 'scape the ferpents tongue,
We will make amends ere long:

Elfe the Puck a liar call:

So, good night unto you all.

Give me your hands, if we be friends'; A za çó éná ná