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This. “ Asleep, my love?

“ What, dead, my dove? « O Pyramus, arise,

“ Speak, speak. Quite dumb?

“ Dead, dead ? A tomb • Must cover thy sweet eyes.

330 “ These lily brows,

“ This cherry nose,
“ These yellow cowslip cheeks,

" Are gone, are gone :

« Lovers, make moan!
" His eyes were green as leeks.

66 O sisters three,

« Come, come, to me,
“ With hands as pale as milk;
“ Lay thein in gore,

“ Since you have shore
« With shears his thread of silk.

“ Tongue, not a word :

« Come, trusty sword;
« Come blade, my breast imbrue :

“ And farewel, friends;

“ Thus Thisby ends : Adieu, adieu, adieu.”

[Dies. The. Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Dem. Ay, and wall too.

350 Bot. 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?


The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it, had play'd Pyramus, and hang'd himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably discharg'd. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone.

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

364 I fear, we shall out-sleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatch'd. This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd The heavy gait of night.-Sweet friends, to bed. A fortnight hold we this solemnity, In nightly revels, and new jollity.



Enter Puck.


Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

And the wolf beholds the moon;
Whilst the lieavy ploughman snores,

All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puis 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 spright,

In the church-way paths to glide :
And we fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecat's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolick; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent, with broom, before,

To sweep the dust behind the door. 390 Enter King and Queen of Fairies, with their Train. 06. Through this house give glimmering

By the dead and drowsy fire :
Every elf, and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier
And this ditty, after me,
Sing and dance it trippingly.

Tit. First, rehearse this song by rote :
To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place. 400

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Ob. Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.


To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue, there create,
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be :
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand ;

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,

their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gate ;
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace :
Ever shall it safely rest,
And the owner of it blest.


Make no stay ;
Meet me all by break of day.

[ Exeunt King, Queen, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,

Think but this (and all is mended),
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theine,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;

430 If you pardon, we will mend.


And, as

I'm an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere long :
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you

Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

439 [ Exit.


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