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O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame,
Since lion vile hath here deflower’d my dear? [285]
Which is-no, no-which was the fairest dame
That liv’d, that lov’d, that lik’d, that look’d with cheer.
Come tears, confound!
Out sword, and wound
The pap of Pyramus; [290]
Ay, that left pap,
Where heart doth hop:
(Stabs himself.)
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus!
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled; [295]
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon, take thy flight!
(Exit Moonshine.)
Now die, die, die, die, die.
(Dies.)
DEMET RIUS
No die, but an ace for him; for he is but one. [300]
LY SANDER
Less than an ace, man; for he is dead, he is nothing.
T HESEUS
With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and prove an ass.
HIPPOLY T A
How chance Moonshine is gone, before [305] Thisbe comes back and finds
her lover?
T HESEUS
She will find him by starlight.
Enter Thisbe.
Here she comes, and her passion ends the play.
HIPPOLY T A
Methinks she should not use a long one for such a Pyramus; I hope she will
