20661980Dem. Well roard, Lyon.

20671981Duke. Well runne, Thisby.

20681982Dutchesse. Well shone Moone. Truly, the Moone shines,

20691983with a good grace.

20701984Duk. Well mouz'd, Lyon.

20711985Dem. And then came Pyramus.

20721986Lys. And so the Lyon vanisht.

20741988Pyr. Sweete Moone, I thanke thee, for thy sunny beams.

20751989I thanke thee, Moone, for shining now so bright.

20761990For by thy gratious, golden, glittering beames,

20771991I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.

20781992But stay: ? spight! but marke, poore knight,

20791993What dreadfull dole is here?

20801994Eyes do you see! How can it bee!

20811995O dainty duck, o deare!

20821996Thy mantle good, what, staind with blood?

20831997Approach ye Furies fell,

20841998O fates come, come, cut thread and thrumme,

20851999Quaile, crush, conclude, and quell.

20862000Duke. This passion, & the death of a deare friend would

20872001goe neere to make a man looke sad.

20882002Dutch. Beshrewe my heart, but I pitty the man.

20892003Pyr. O, wherefore, Nature, didst thou Lyons frame?

20902004Since Lyon vilde hath here deflour'd my deare.

20912005Which is, no, no: which was the fairest dame

20922006That liu'd, that lou'd, that lik't, that look't with cheere.

20932007Come teares, confound, out sword, and wound

20942008The pappe of Pyramus:

20952009I, that left pappe, where heart doth hoppe.

20962010Thus dy I, thus, thus, thus.

20972011Now am I dead, now am I fled, my soule is in the sky.

20982012Tongue loose thy light, Moone take thy flight,

20992013Now dy, dy, dy, dy, dy.

21002014Dem. No Die, but an ace for him. For he is but one.