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Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.
This. “Asleep, my love?
“What, dead, my dove?
Dead, dead ? A tomb
“ These lily brows,
“This cherry nose,
“ Are gone, are gone.
“ Lovers, make moan !
“O sisters three,
“Come, come, to me,
“Lay them in gore,
“Tongue, not a word.
“Come, trusty sword;
“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.
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 played Pyramus, and hanged himself with Thisbe's
gar ter, it would have been a fine tragedy; and so it is, truly, and very notably discharged. 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. I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatched. This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled 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 behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task foredone. Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts 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 sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide ; And we fairies, that do run,
By the triple Hecate's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train, Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire.
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote.
SONG AND DANCE.
And the blots of nature's hand
Make no stay;
[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended,
FERDINAND, King of Navarre.
, } Lords, atending on the Princess of Franco
Don ADRIANO DE ARMADO, a fantastical Spamara.
Princess of France.
Officers and others, Attendants on the King and Princess