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 disordered. Who is next?

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 roughcast, doth present

19311856Wall, that vile wall, which did these louers sunder:

19321857And through wals chinke, poore soules, they are content

19331858To whisper. At the which, let no man wonder.

19341859This man, with lanterne, dogge, and bush of thorne,

19351860Presenteth moone-shine. For if you will know,

19361861By moone-shine did these louers thinke no scorne

19371862To meete at Ninus tombe, there, there to wooe.

19381863This grizly beast (which Lyon hight by name)

19391864The trusty Thysby, comming first by night,

19401865Did scarre away, or rather did affright:

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 trusty Thisbyes mantle slaine:

19451870Whereat, with blade, with bloody blamefull blade,

19461871He brauely broacht his boyling bloody breast.

19471872And Thisby, tarying in Mulberry shade,

19481873His dagger drewe, and dyed. For all the rest,

19491874Let Lyon, Moone-shine, Wall, and louers twaine,

19501875At large discourse, while here they doe remaine.