Dark Pickle
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THESEUS
Well run, Thisbe.
Well run, Thisbe.
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Nascent Drama
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Who Replied?Dark Pickle
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HIPPOLYTA
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
good grace.
[The Lion shakes Thisbe's mantle, and exit]
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
good grace.
[The Lion shakes Thisbe's mantle, and exit]
Dark Pickle
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THESEUS
Well moused, Lion.
Well moused, Lion.
Dark Pickle
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LYSANDER
And so the lion vanished.
And so the lion vanished.
Dark Pickle
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DEMETRIUS
And then came Pyramus.
[Enter Pyramus]
And then came Pyramus.
[Enter Pyramus]
Dark Pickle
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Pyramus
Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What, stain'd with blood!
Approach, ye Furies fell!
O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum;
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!
Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What, stain'd with blood!
Approach, ye Furies fell!
O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum;
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!
Dark Pickle
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THESEUS
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
go near to make a man look sad.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
go near to make a man look sad.
Dark Pickle
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HIPPOLYTA
Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
Dark Pickle
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Pyramus
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
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,
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:
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon take thy flight:
[Exit Moonshine]
Now die, die, die, die, die.
[Dies]
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
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,
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:
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon take thy flight:
[Exit Moonshine]
Now die, die, die, die, die.
[Dies]
Dark Pickle
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DEMETRIUS
No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
Dark Pickle
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LYSANDER
Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
Dark Pickle
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THESEUS
With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
prove an ass.
With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
prove an ass.
Dark Pickle
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HIPPOLYTA
How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
back and finds her lover?
How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
back and finds her lover?
Dark Pickle
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THESEUS
She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
her passion ends the play.
[Re-enter Thisbe]
She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
her passion ends the play.
[Re-enter Thisbe]
Dark Pickle
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HIPPOLYTA
Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
Dark Pickle
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DEMETRIUS
A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which
Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us;
she for a woman, God bless us.
A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which
Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us;
she for a woman, God bless us.
Dark Pickle
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LYSANDER
She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
Dark Pickle
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DEMETRIUS
And thus she means, videlicet: --
And thus she means, videlicet: --
Dark Pickle
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Thisbe
Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These My lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
[Stabs herself]
And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
[Dies]
Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These My lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
[Stabs herself]
And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
[Dies]
Dark Pickle
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THESEUS
Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.