A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)
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A Midsommer nightes dreame.
¶Lys. He hath rid his Prologue, like a rough Colte: hee
¶knowes not the stoppe. A good morall my Lord. It is not
1920Hyp. Indeed he hath plaid on this Prologue, like a child
¶on a Recorder, a sound; but not in gouernement.
¶paired, but all disordered. Who is next?
¶
Enter Pyramus, and Thisby, and Wall, and Moone-
1925shine, and Lyon.
¶But, wonder on, till truthe make all things plaine.
¶This man is Pyramus, if you would knowe:
¶This beautious Lady Thsby is certaine.
¶And through wals chinke, poore soules, they are content
¶To whisper. At the which, let no man wonder.
¶This man, with lanterne, dogge, and bush of thorne,
¶To meete at Ninus tombe, there, there to wooe.
¶This grizly beast (which Lyon hight by name)
1940Did scarre away, or rather did affright:
¶Which Lyon vile with bloody mouth did staine.
¶Anon comes Pyramus, sweete youth, and tall,
1945Whereat, with blade, with bloody blamefull blade,
¶He brauely broacht his boyling bloody breast.
¶His dagger drewe, and dyed. For all the rest,
¶Let Lyon, Moone-shine, Wall, and louers twaine,
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