A Midsummer Night’s Dream

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 5 Scene 1

page Act 5 Scene 1 Page 13

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DEMETRIUS

And then came Pyramus.

DEMETRIUS

And then Pyramus showed up.
Exit LION
LION exits.

LYSANDER

And so the lion vanished.

LYSANDER

So the lion disappeared.

PYRAMUS

255Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams.
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright.
For by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisbe sight.—
But stay, O spite!
260But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
265Thy mantle good,
What, stained with blood?
Approach, ye Furies fell!
O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum.
270Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!

PYRAMUS

Sweet Moon, I thank you for your sunny beams. I thank you, Moon, for shining now so bright, because by the light of your gracious, golden, glittering gleams, I hope to be able to see my faithful Thisbe.—But wait. Oh no! But, look, poor me, what a terrible tragedy is here! Eyes, do you see? How can it be? Oh, dainty duck! Oh, dear! Your cloak so good, what, stained with blood? Come, terrible Furies, and punish whoever has hurt her! Oh, Fate, come and cut the thread of my life. Conquer, crush, conclude, and kill!

THESEUS

This passion and the death of a dear friend would go near to make a man look sad.

THESEUS

You could get sad watching this actor’s passionate lament—if one of your good friends happened to die right at the same time.

HIPPOLYTA

Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

HIPPOLYTA

Damned if I don’t feel sorry for him.

PYRAMUS

O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?
275Since lion vile hath here deflowered my dear,
Which is—no, no—which was the fairest dame
That lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with cheer.
Come, tears, confound!
Out, sword, and wound!
280The pap of Pyramus—

PYRAMUS

Oh, Mother Nature, why did you create lions? A mean and awful lion has

deflowered

Bottom means “devoured,” since “deflowered” would mean that the lion had taken Thisbe’s virginity.

deflowered
my darling, who is—no, no, who was the most beautiful lady who ever lived, or loved, or liked, or looked. Come on, tears, pour over me! Come on out, sword, and wound Pyramus in the chest—yes, right here on the left side where his heart is. (PYRAMUS stabs himself)