"Come, come, to me, “ With hands as pale as milk; 66 "Since you have shore "With shears his thread of silk. "Tongue, not a word:— “Come, trusty sword; "Come, blade, my breast imbrue : “And farewell, friends;— "Thus Thisbe 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 Burgomask 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 play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter, 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, Sweet friends, to bed. The heavy gait of night. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter PUCK. Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, In remembrance of a shroud. That the graves, all gaping wide, By the triple Hecat's team, Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train. Obe. Through this house give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire: Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; Overcome. And this ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it trippingly. Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote: To each word a warbling note, Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place. SONG, AND DANCE. Obe. Now, until the break of day, With this field-dew consecrate, Every fairy take his gait'; And each several chamber bless, Through this palace with sweet peace: E'er shall it in safety rest, And the owner of it blest. Make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train. Puck. If we shadows have offended, Think but this, (and all is mended,) |