Thes. I wonder if the Lion be to speake Deme. No wonder, my Lord: one Lion may, when many Asses doe. Exit Lyon, Thisbie, and Mooneshine. Wall. In this same Interlude, it doth befall, That I, one Snowt (by name) present a wall: And such a wall, as I would haue you thinke, That had in it a crannied hole or chinke: Through which the Louers, Piramus and Thisbie Did whisper often, very secretly. This loame, this rough-cast, and this stone doth shew, That I am that same Wall; the truth is so. And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearfull Louers are to whisper Thes. Would you desire Lime and Haire to speake better? Deme. It is the wittiest partition, that euer I heard discourse, my Lord Thes. Pyramus drawes neere the Wall, silence. Enter Pyramus. Pir. O grim lookt night, o night with hue so blacke, O night, which euer art, when day is not: O night, o night, alacke, alacke, alacke, I feare my Thisbies promise is forgot. And thou o wall, thou sweet and louely wall, That stands between her fathers ground and mine, Thou wall, o Wall, o sweet and louely wall, Shew me thy chinke, to blinke through with mine eine. Thankes courteous wall. Ioue shield thee well for this. But what see I? No Thisbie doe I see. O wicked wall, through whom I see no blisse, Curst be thy stones for thus deceiuing mee Thes. The wall me-thinkes being sensible, should curse againe Pir. No in truth sir, he should not. Deceiuing me, Is Thisbies cue; she is to enter, and I am to spy Her through the wall. You shall see it will fall. Enter Thisbie. Pat as I told you; yonder she comes This. O wall, full often hast thou heard my mones, For parting my faire Piramus, and me My cherry lips haue often kist thy stones; Thy stones with Lime and Haire knit vp in thee Pyra. I see a voyce; now will I to the chinke, To spy and I can heare my Thisbies face. Thisbie? This. My Loue thou art, my Loue I thinke Pir. Thinke what thou wilt, I am thy Louers grace, And like Limander am I trusty still This. And like Helen till the Fates me kill Pir. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true This. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you Pir. O kisse me through the hole of this vile wall This. I kisse the wals hole, not your lips at all Pir. Wilt thou at Ninnies tombe meete me straight way? This. Tide life, tide death, I come without delay Wall. Thus haue I Wall, my part discharged so; And being done, thus Wall away doth go. Exit Clow. Du. Now is the morall downe between the two Neighbours Dem. No remedie my Lord, when Wals are so wilfull, to heare without warning Dut. This is the silliest stuffe that ere I heard Du. The best in this kind are but shadowes, and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them Dut. It must be your imagination then, & not theirs