_Pyr._ No, in truth, sir, he should not. ‘Deceiving me’ is Thisby’s cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes. 185 _Enter_ THISBE. _This._ O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, For parting my fair Pyramus and me! My cherry lips have often kiss’d thy stones, Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. _Pyr._ I see a voice: now will I to the chink, 190 To spy an I can hear my Thisby’s face. Thisby! _This._ My love thou art, my love I think. _Pyr._ Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover’s grace; And, like Limander, am I trusty still. 195 _This._ And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill. _Pyr._ Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true. _This._ As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. _Pyr._ O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall! _This._ I kiss the wall’s hole, not your lips at all. 200 _Pyr._ Wilt thou at Ninny’s tomb meet me straightway? _This._ ‘Tide life, ’tide death, I come without delay. [_Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe._ _Wall._ Thus have I, wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus wall away doth go. [_Exit._ _The._ Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. 205 _Dem._ No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning. _Hip._ This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. _The._ The best in this kind are but shadows; and the 210 worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. _Hip._ It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. _The._ If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts in a man and a lion. 215 _Enter_ LION _and_ MOONSHINE. _Lion._ You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, May now perchance both quake and tremble here, When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am 220 A lion-fell, nor else no lion’s dam; For, if I should as lion come in strife Into this place, ’twere pity on my life. _The._ A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. _Dem._ The very best at a beast, my lord, that e’er I saw. 225 _Lys._ This lion is a very fox for his valour. _The._ True; and a goose for his discretion. _Dem._ Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose. _The._ His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; 230 for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. _Moon._ This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;— _Dem._ He should have worn the horns on his head. _The._ He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible 235 within the circumference.