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My cherry lips have often kiss’d thy stones, Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. PYRAMUS I see a voice; now will I to the chink, To spy an I can hear my Thisby’s face. Thisby! THISBY My love! thou art my love, I think. PYRAMUS Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover’s grace; And like Limander am I trusty still. THISBY And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill. PYRAMUS Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true. THISBY As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you. PYRAMUS O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall. THISBY I kiss the wall’s hole, not your lips at all. PYRAMUS Wilt thou at Ninny’s tomb meet me straightway? THISBY Tide life, tide death, I come without delay. Exeunt PYRAMUS and THISBY WALL Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. Exit WALL THESEUS Now is the moon used between the two neighbours. DEMETRIUS No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning. HIPPOLYTA This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. THESEUS The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. HIPPOLYTA It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. THESEUS If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion. Enter LION and MOONSHINE LION You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. Then know that I as Snug the joiner am A lion fell, nor else no lion’s dam; For, if I should as lion come in strife Into this place, ‘twere pity on my life. THESEUS A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. DEMETRIUS The very best at a beast, my lord, that e’er I saw. LYSANDER This lion is a very fox for his valour. THESEUS True; and a goose for his discretion. DEMETRIUS Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion, and the fox carries the goose. |
