Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 444 words
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I wonder, if the Lion be to speak. No wonder, my Lord. One Lion may, when many Asses do. In this same interlude it doth befall, That I, one Flute (by name) present a wall: And such a wall, as I would have you think That had in it a cranied hole or chink: Through which the lovers, Pyramus, and Thisbe, Did whisper often, very secretly. This lome, this rough cast, and this stone doth show, That I am that same wall: the truth is so. And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? It is the wittiest partition, that ever I heard discourse, my Lord. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence. O grim looked night, o night, with hue so black, O night, which ever art▪ when day is not: O night, O night, alack, alack, alack, I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot. And thou o wall, o sweet, o lovely wall, That stand'st between her father's ground and mine, Thou wall, o wall, O sweet and lovely wall, Show me thy chink, to blink through, with mine eyen▪ Thanks courteous wall. Ioue shield thee well, for this. But what see I? No Thisbe do I see. O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss, Cursed be thy stones, for thus deceiving me▪ The wall me thinks, being sensible, should curse again. No, in truth Sir, he should not. Deceiving me is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy Her through the wall. You shall see it will fall Pat as I told you: yonder she comes. O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, For parting my fair Pyramus, and me. My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones; Thy stones, with lime and hayire knit now again. I see a voice: now will I to the chink, To spy and I can hear my Thisby's face▪ Thysby? My love thou art, my love I think. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lovers Grace: And, like Limander, am I trusty still. And I, like Helen, till the fates me kill. Not Shaefalus, to Procrus, was so true. As Shafalus to Procius, I to you. O kiss me, through the hole of this wild wall. I kiss the walls hole; not your lips at all. Wilt thou, at Ninnies tomb, meet me straight way? Tide life, tide death, I come without delay. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus wall away doth go. Now is the Moon used between the two neighbours.
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I wonder, if the Lyon be to speake. No wonder, my Lord. One Lyon may, when many Asses doe. In this same enterlude it doth befall, That I, one Flute (by name) present a wall: And such a wall, as I would haue you thinke That had in it a cranied hole or chinke: Through which the louers, Pyramus, and Thisby, Did whisper often, very secretly. This lome, this rough cast, and this stone doth showe, That I am that same wall: the truth is so. And this the cranie is, right and sinister, Through which the fearefull louers are to whisper. Would you desire lime and haire to speake better? It is the wittiest partition, that euer I heard discourse, my Lord. Pyramus drawes neare the wall: silence. O grim lookt night, o night, with hue so blacke, O night, which euer art▪ when day is not: O night, O night, alacke, alacke, alacke, I feare my Thisbyes promise is forgot. And thou ô wall, ô sweete, ô louely wall, That standst betweene her fathers ground and mine, Thou wall, ô wall, O sweete and louely wall, Showe mee thy chinke, to blink through, with mine eyne▪ Thankes curteous wall. Ioue shield thee well, for this. But what see I? No Thisby doe I see. O wicked wall, through whome I see no blisse, Curst be thy stones, for thus deceiuing mee▪ The wall mee thinkes, being sensible, should curse againe. No, in truth Sir, he should not. Deceiuing mee is Thisbyes cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy Her through the wall. You shall see it will fall Pat as I told you: yonder she comes. O wall, full often hast thou heard my mones, For parting my faire Pyramus, and mee. My cherry lips haue often kist thy stones; Thy stones, with lime and hayire knit now againe. I see a voice: now will I to the chinke, To spy and I can heare my Thisbyes face▪ Thysby? My loue thou art, my loue I thinke. Thinke what thou wilt, I am thy louers Grace: And, like Limander, am I trusty still. And I, like Helen, till the fates me kill. Not Shaefalus, to Procrus, was so true. As Shafalus to Procius, I to you. O kisse mee, through the hole of this vilde wall. I kisse the walles hole; not your lips at all. Wilt thou, at Ninnies tombe, meete me straight way? Tide life, tyde death, I come without delay. Thus haue I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus wall away doth goe. Now is the Moon vsed between the two neighbors.