Page 2705 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

WALL

In this same interlude it doth befall
That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; [155]
And such a wall as I would have you think
That had in it a crannied hole, or chink,
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisbe,
Did whisper often, very secretly.
This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth show [160]
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.

T HESEUS

Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?

DEMET RIUS

It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard [165] discourse, my lord.

Enter Pyramus.

T HESEUS

Pyramus draws near the wall; silence!

PY RAMUS

O grim-look’d night! O night with hue so black!
O night, which ever art when day is not!
O night, O night, alack, alack, alack, [170]
I fear my Thisbe’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 eyne. [175]

(Wall stretches out his fingers.)
Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
But what see I? No Thisbe do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss,
Curs’d be thy stones for thus deceiving me!

T HESEUS

The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse [180] again.