LYSANDER And so the lion vanished.
Enter Pyramus
PYRAMUS [BOTTOM] 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 taste of truest Thisbe sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole274 is here?
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What, stained with blood!
Approach, you Furies fell280!
O Fates281, come, come, Cut thread and thrum282, Quail, crush, conclude, and quell283!
THESEUS This passion, and the death of a dear friend284, would go near to285 make a man look sad.
HIPPOLYTA Beshrew286 my heart, but I pity the man.
PYRAMUS [BOTTOM] O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame287?
Since lion vile hath here deflowered288 my dear: Which is -- no, no -- which was the fairest dame
That lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with cheer290.
Come, tears, confound:
Out, sword, and wound
The pap293 of Pyramus, Ay, that left pap,
Where heart doth hop:
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Stabs himself
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled,
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue300, lose thy light,