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Flere, mighty The The. Say, what abridgement® have
evening? What mask? what musick? How shall The lazy time, if not with some deligh Philost. There is a brieft, how ma
ripe; Make choice of which your highness w
(Giv The, reads.] The battle with the
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp We'll none of that: that have I told my In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Tearing the Thracian singer in the That is an old device; and it was play' When I from Thebes came last a conque
The thrice three Muscs mourning f
Of learning, late deceas'd in beggar That is some satire, keen, and critical, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
A tedious brief scene of young Pyro
And his love Thisbe: very tragical Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief That is, hot ice, and wonderous strang How shall we the concord of this Philost. A play there is, my lord, so
long; Which is as brief as I have known a pla: By ten words, my lord, it is too long; Which makes it tedious: for in all the p There is uot one word apt, one player fi And tragical, my noble lord, it is; For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must ce Made mine eyes water; but more merry The passion of loud laughter never shed
Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is
:. What are they, that do play it?
No, my noble lord, not for you: I have heard it over, t is nothing, nothing in the world; ss you can find sport in their intents, mely stretch'd, and conu'd with cruel pain, ► you service. e.
I will hear that play; jever any thing can be amiss, a simpleness and duty tender it. ring them in;-and take your places, ladies.
[Exit Philostrate. p. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, duty in his service perishing e. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such
thing ip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. ie. The kinder we, to give them thanks for no.
thing sport shall be, to take what they mistake: what poor duty cannot do, le respect takes it in might, not merit. re I have come, great clerks have purpos'd reet me with premeditated welcomes; re I have seen them shiver and look pale, e periods in the midst of sentences, ottle their practis'd accent in their fears, I, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, paging me a welcome: Trust me, sweet, of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; Tin the modesty of fearful duty ad as much, as from the rattling tongue
Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will.
you should think, we come not to offend,
'That is the true beginning of our end.
We do not come as minding to content you.,
The. This fellow doth not stand upou points.
Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, a child on a recordert; a sound, but not in gor menu.
The. His speech was like a tangled chain; not impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine,
Lion, as in dumb show,
Prol. "Gentles, perchance, you wonder at
t A musical instrument.
Of sawcy and audacious eloquence.
Prol. If we offend, it is with our goe
That you should think, we come no But with good-will. To show our sim
That is the true beginning of our erConsider then, we come but in despite
We do not come as minding to conte Our true intent is. All for your delt We are not here. That you should
you, The actors are at hand; and, by thei You shall know all, that you are like
The. This fellow doth not stand upo
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like he knows not the stop. A good moral, is not enough to speak, but to speak tru
Hip. Indeed he hath played on this p a child on a recordert; a sound, but n ment.
The. His speech was like a tangled cha impaired, but all disordered. Who is
DREAM. "That I am that same wall; the truth issa: "And this the cranny is, right and sinistra, * Through which the fearful lovers are to whisyen The. Would
desire lime and hair to speak be. ter? Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord.
The. Pyramus draws near the wall; silence!
till truth make all things plain. . nan is Pyramus, if you would know; s beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. nan, with lime and rough-cast, doth present ll, that vile wall which did these lovers
sunder: through wall's chink, poor souls, they are
content whisper; at the which let no man wonder. man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, -seuteth moon-shine: for, if you will know, oon-shine did these lovers 'think no scorn meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. grisly beast, which by name lion hight*, rusty Thisby, coming first by night, scare away, or rather did affright: as she fled, her mantle she did fall; lich lion vile with bloody mouth did stain: n comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, id finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : reat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, e bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; , Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade, dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain, arge discourse, while here they do remain.'
[Ereunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. e. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. m. No wonder, my lord; one lion may, when asses do. ill. In this saine interlude, it doth befall, t1, one Snout by name, present a wall: I such a wall, as I would have you think, t had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, ough which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
whisper often very secretly. į loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth
'I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! -
Wall holds up his fing
The. The wall, metlinks, being sensible, s
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Dec me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, an to spy her through the wall. You shall see, fall pat as I told you:-Yonder she comes.
This. 'O wall, full often hast thou hear
moans, Tor parting my fair Pyramus and me:
Pyr. 'O grim-look'd night! O E
black ! O pight, which ever art, whea O night, О night, alack, alack, ala
'I fear my Thisby's promise is fc And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lov * That stand'st between lier fat!
mine; • Thou wall, 0 wall, O sweet and lc Show me thy chink, to blink th eyne.
[Wall hol *Thanks, courteous wall: Jove sh
this! • But what see I? No Thisby do I • O wicked wall, through whom I s Curst be thy stones for thus dece
The. The wall, metlinks, being curse again.
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should me, is Thisby's cue: she is to entto spy her through the wall. You fall pat as I told you: