DEMETRIUS
No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
LYSANDER
Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
THESEUS
With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
HIPPOLYTA
How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
HIPPOLYTA
back and finds her lover?
THESEUS
She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
THESEUS
her passion ends the play.
HIPPOLYTA
Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
HIPPOLYTA
[Person 25]: I hope she will be brief.
Pyramus
[PERSON 2]: I hope she will be brief.
DEMETRIUS
A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which
DEMETRIUS
Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us;
DEMETRIUS
she for a woman, God bless us.
LYSANDER
She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
DEMETRIUS
And thus she means, videlicet:--
Thisbe
What, dead, my dove?
Thisbe
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Thisbe
Dead, dead? A tomb
Thisbe
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
Thisbe
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Thisbe
Are gone, are gone:
Thisbe
Lovers, make moan:
Thisbe
His eyes were green as leeks.
Thisbe
With hands as pale as milk;
Thisbe
Since you have shore
Thisbe
With shears his thread of silk.
Thisbe
Tongue, not a word:
Thisbe
Come, trusty sword;
Thisbe
Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
Thisbe
And, farewell, friends;
Thisbe
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
THESEUS
Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
DEMETRIUS
Ay, and Wall too.
BOTTOM
No assure you; the wall is down that
BOTTOM
parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the
BOTTOM
epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two
THESEUS
No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
THESEUS
excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all
THESEUS
dead, there needs none to be blamed. Marry, if he
THESEUS
that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself
THESEUS
in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine
THESEUS
tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably
THESEUS
discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your
THESEUS
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:
THESEUS
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
THESEUS
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn
THESEUS
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
THESEUS
This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled
THESEUS
The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed.
THESEUS
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
THESEUS
In nightly revels and new jollity.
PUCK
Now the hungry lion roars,
PUCK
And the wolf behowls the moon;
PUCK
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
PUCK
All with weary task fordone.
PUCK
Now the wasted brands do glow,
PUCK
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
PUCK
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
PUCK
In remembrance of a shroud.
PUCK
Now it is the time of night
PUCK
That the graves all gaping wide,
PUCK
Every one lets forth his sprite,
PUCK
In the church-way paths to glide:
PUCK
And we fairies, that do run
PUCK
By the triple Hecate's team,
PUCK
From the presence of the sun,
PUCK
Following darkness like a dream,
PUCK
Now are frolic: not a mouse
PUCK
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
PUCK
I am sent with broom before,
PUCK
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their train
OBERON
Through the house give gathering light,
OBERON
By the dead and drowsy fire:
OBERON
Every elf and fairy sprite
OBERON
Hop as light as bird from brier;
OBERON
And this ditty, after me,
OBERON
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
TITANIA
First, rehearse your song by rote
TITANIA
To each word a warbling note:
TITANIA
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
TITANIA
Will we sing, and bless this place.
OBERON
Now, until the break of day,
OBERON
Through this house each fairy stray.
OBERON
To the best bride-bed will we,
OBERON
Which by us shall blessed be;
OBERON
And the issue there create
OBERON
Ever shall be fortunate.
OBERON
So shall all the couples three
OBERON
Ever true in loving be;
OBERON
And the blots of Nature's hand
OBERON
Shall not in their issue stand;
OBERON
Never mole, hare lip, nor scar,
OBERON
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
OBERON
Despised in nativity,
OBERON
Shall upon their children be.
OBERON
With this field-dew consecrate,
OBERON
Every fairy take his gait;
OBERON
And each several chamber bless,
OBERON
Through this palace, with sweet peace;
OBERON
And the owner of it blest
OBERON
Ever shall in safety rest.
OBERON
Trip away; make no stay;
OBERON
Meet me all by break of day.
Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and train
PUCK
If we shadows have offended,
PUCK
Think but this, and all is mended,
PUCK
That you have but slumber'd here
PUCK
While these visions did appear.
PUCK
And this weak and idle theme,
PUCK
No more yielding but a dream,
PUCK
Gentles, do not reprehend:
PUCK
if you pardon, we will mend:
PUCK
And, as I am an honest Puck,
PUCK
If we have unearned luck
PUCK
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
PUCK
We will make amends ere long;
PUCK
Else the Puck a liar call;
PUCK
So, good night unto you all.
PUCK
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
PUCK
And Robin shall restore amends.
