A Midsommer nightes dreame.
19161841The. This fellow doth not
stand vpon points.
19171842Lys. He hath rid his Prologue, like a rough Colte: hee
19181843knowes not the
stoppe. A good morall my Lord. It is not
19191844enough to
speake; but to
speake true.
19201845Hyp. Indeed he hath plaid on this Prologue, like a child
19211846on a Recorder, a
sound; but not in gouernement.
19221847The. His
speach was like a tangled Chaine; nothing im
- 19231848paired, but all di
sordered. Who is next?
19241849 Enter Pyramus, and Thisby, and Wall, and Moone- 19261851Prologue. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this
show.
19271852But, wonder on, till truthe make all things plaine.
19281853This man is
Pyramus, if you would knowe:
19291854This beautious Lady
Thsby is certaine.
19301855This man, with lyme and roughca
st, doth pre
sent
19311856Wall, that vile wall, which did the
se louers
sunder:
19321857And through wals chinke, poore
soules, they are content
19331858To whi
sper. At the which, let no man wonder.
19341859This man, with lanterne, dogge, and bu
sh of thorne,
19351860Pre
senteth moone-
shine. For if you will know,
19361861By moone-
shine did the
se louers thinke no
scorne
19371862To meete at
Ninus tombe, there, there to wooe.
19381863This grizly bea
st (which Lyon hight by name)
19391864The tru
sty
Thysby, comming
fir
st by night,
19401865Did
scarre away, or rather did a
ffright:
19411866And as
she
fled, her mantle
she did fall:
19421867Which Lyon vile with bloody mouth did
staine.
19431868Anon comes
Pyramus,
sweete youth, and tall,
19441869And
findes his tru
sty
Thisbyes mantle
slaine:
19451870Whereat, with blade, with bloody blamefull blade,
19461871He brauely broacht his boyling bloody brea
st.
19471872And
Thisby, tarying in Mulberry
shade,
19481873His dagger drewe, and dyed. For all the re
st,
19491874Let
Lyon, Moone-shine, Wall, and louers twaine,
19501875At large di
scour
se, while here they doe remaine.
The.