The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 2 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 2 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Pyr._ O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?
Since lion vile hath here deflower’d my dear:
Which is—no, no—which was the fairest dame 285
That lived, that loved, that liked, that look’d with cheer.
Come, tears, confound;
Out, sword, and wound
The pap of Pyramus;
Ay, that left pap, 290
Where heart doth hop: [_Stabs himself._
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky: 295
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon, take thy flight: [_Exit Moonshine._
Now die, die, die, die, die. [_Dies._
_Dem._ No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
_Lys._ Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. 300
_The._ With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover,
and prove an ass.
_Hip._ How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe
comes back and finds her lover? 305
_The._ She will find him by starlight. Here she comes;
and her passion ends the play.
_Re-enter_ THISBE.
_Hip._ Methinks she should not use a long one for such
a Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
_Dem._ A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, 310
which Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us;
she for a woman, God bless us.
_Lys._ She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
_Dem._ And thus she means, videlicet:—
_This._ Asleep, my love? 315
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes. 320
These lily lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan: 325
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore, 330
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue: [_Stabs herself._ 335
And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu. [_Dies._
_The._ Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
_Dem._ Ay, and Wall too. 340
_Bot._ [_Starting up_] 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?
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