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Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words
Which is as brief as I have known a play;
The. What are they that do play it?
The. Aud we will hear it.
No, my noble lord,
I will hear that play:
(Exit Philostrale. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, And duty in his service perishing.
The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.
The. The kinder we, to give then thanks for nothing.
Or saucy and audacious eloquence.
That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To shew our simple skill, Consider then, we come but in despite. oupe do not come as minding to content yote, rohet e re not here in that you should here repent you, You shall know all that you are like to kroto. The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
rid his prologue, like a rough colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord : It is not enough to speak, but to speak true.
Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a child on a recorder, - a sound, but not in government.
The. His speech was like a tangled chain, nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, Wall, Moonshine,
and Lion, as in dumb shot. Prol. “Genties, perchance, you wonder at this show : " But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. “This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. This man, with time and rough-cast, doth present "Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder:
And through wall's " This
To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder.
man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,
This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,
" And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall;
" Which lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. "Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,
"And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain : " Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
" He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; “And Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,
"His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, " Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, "At large discourse, while here they do remain."
(Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine. The. I wonder if the lion be to speak.
Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do.
Wall.“ In this same interlude, it doth befall, " That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: "And such a wall as I would have you think, " That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, " Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, "Did whisper often very secretly. " This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth shew " That I am that same wall; the truth is so: “And this the cranny is, right and sinister, “Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper."
The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?
Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord.
The. Pyramus draws near the wall : silence !
! " O night, which ever art, when day is not ! “O night, О night, alack, alack, alack,
" I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot! " And thou, wall,' o sweet, O lovely wall, " That stand'st between her father's ground and
mine; “ Thou wall, wall, O sweet and lovely wall, "Shew me thy chink, to blink through with mine esne.
(Wall holds up his fingers.) " Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield'thee well for
this! " But what see I ? No Thisby do I see. " O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss
“Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me !"
The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes.
I see a voice : now will I to the chink,
Pyr: "Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
This. ' And I like Helen, till the fates me kill."
[Breunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.
Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful, to hear without warning. Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.
It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
The. If we imagine no worse of them, thou thes of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion.
Enter Lion and Moonshine.
“ May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,
" When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. " Then know, that I, one Snug, the joiner, am " Alion fell, nor else no lion's dam: “For if I should as lion come in strife " Into this place, 'twere pity on my life."
The. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I
Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.
Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion ; and the fox carries the goose.
The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well : leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. Moon." This lantern doth the horned moon pre
sent:" Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head.
The. He is no crescent, and his horus are invisible within the circumference.
Moon." This lantern doth the horned moon pre“ Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be." [sent ;
The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : the man should be put into the lantern : How is it else the man i' the moon ?
Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: for you see, it is already in snuff.
Hip. I am weary of this moon: Would he would change!
The. It appears by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time.
Lys. Proceed, moon.
Moon." All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.'
Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for they are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisbe.
uns off) Dem. Well roared, lion. The. Well run, Thisbe.