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Nascent Drama

HIPPOLYTA
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
good grace.
[The Lion shakes Thisbe's mantle, and exit]
 
DEMETRIUS
And then came Pyramus.
[Enter Pyramus]
 
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!
 
THESEUS
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
go near to make a man look sad.
 
HIPPOLYTA
Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
 
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]
 
DEMETRIUS
No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
 

LYSANDER
Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
 
THESEUS
With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
prove an ass.
 
HIPPOLYTA
How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
back and finds her lover?
 
THESEUS
She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
her passion ends the play.
[Re-enter Thisbe]
 
HIPPOLYTA
Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
 
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.
 
LYSANDER
She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
 
DEMETRIUS
And thus she means, videlicet: --
 
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]
 
THESEUS
Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
 
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