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Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for
nothing Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: And what poor duty cannot do, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit. Where I have come, great clerks have purpos'd To greet me with premeditated welcomes ; Where I have seen them shiver and look pale, Make periods in the midst of sentences, Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears, And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off, Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet, Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome; And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the rattling tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, In least, speak most, to my capacity.
Enter Philostrate. Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is
you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then, we come but in despite.
We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight, We are not here. That you should here repent
The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
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 show.
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 lime and rough-cast, doth present Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers
sunder: * And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are con
tent 'To whisper; at the which let no man wonder. • This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,
• Presenteth moonshine : for, if you will know, * By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
• To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,2 • The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, • Did scare away, or rather did affright: * 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 Thishy'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. (1) A musical instrument.
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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
show 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!
"I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot ! • And thou, 'O wall, o sweet, O lovely wall, “That stand'st between her father's ground and
mine; • Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, • Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine
eyne. (Wall holds up his fingers. • Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for
this! • But what see I? No Thisby do I see. • 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 it will fall pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes.
Enter Thisbe. This. • wall, full often hast thou heard my
moans, For parting my fair Pyramus and me: . My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones;
• Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.' Pyr. •I see a voice; now will I to the chink, * To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. • Thisby!
This.. My love! thou art my love, I think.' Pyr.' • Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's
This. • And I like Helen, till the fates me kill.'
straightway? This. • Tide life, tide death, I come without de
lay.' Wall. • Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; • And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.'
(Ereunt 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.
Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
The. If wę imagine no worse of them, than they