Alas (quoth he) and then he tore his flesh, Gone is the sunne that did my Zone refresh, Gone is the life, by which I wretch did liue, Gone is my heauen, which hopefull blisse did giue, To giue me heat, her selfe lyes nak't and cold, To giue me life, to death her selfe she sold, To giue me ioy, she bale alas did gaine, My heat, life, ioy, procur'd her death, bale, paine: Had I beene here, my loue had not beene dead, At least the beasts had torne me in her stead, Or would they yet teare me for company, Their loue to me would slacke their tyranny. 24 And then he cast his eyes vpon the ground, And here and there where bloudie grasse he found; Sweet bloud (quoth he) and then he kist the bloud, And yet that kisse God wot did little good, Couldst thou being powr'd into my halfe slaine brest, Reuiue againe, or purchase _Thisbes_ rest, This hand should teare a passage through the same, And yet that bloud from _Thisbe_ neuer came, And then be gatherd vp the bloudie grasse, And looking grieu'd, and grieuing cryde alas, Where shall I hide this bloud of my deare louer, That neither man nor beast may it discouer? 25 Then in the mantle he the grasse vp tide, And laid it close vnto his naked side: Lie there (quoth he) deare to me as my hart, Of which thy mistresse had the greater part. Tut she is dead, and then he vow'd and swore, He would not liue to murther loue no more: Which spoke, he drew his Rapier from his side, Of which the loue-slaine youth would then haue dy'd, But that he thought, that pennance too too small, To pacifie faire _Thisbes_ Ghost withall: Wherefore he rag'd, and ragingly exclaimed, That he true loue, and true loue him had maimed. 26 And then his Rapier vp againe he tooke, Then on the mantle cast a grieuous looke. For me (quoth he) faire _Thisbe_ lost this bloud, She dead, my life would doe me little good, And well he thought he could endure the smart Of death, and yet he could not harme his heart: For why his hand being guiltlesse of the deed, Deny'd to make his harmelesse heart to bleed, And like a trembling executioner, Constrain'd to slay a guiltelesse prisoner, His hand retired still, further backe and further, As lothing to enact so vile a murther. 27 But _Pyramus_ like to a raging Iudge, Seeing his executioner flinch, and grudge To do the duty he enioyn'd him do, Reply'd, dispatch, or Ile cut thee off too: At which the trembling hand tooke vp the blade, But when the second profer it had made, It threw it downe, and boldly thus replyed, He was not cause that louely _Thisbe_ dyed, Nor would I slay thee, knew I she were dead: Then be the bloud vpon thy guiltie head. Of these last words young _Pyramus_ dispences, And cald a synodie of all his seuer'd sences. 28