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LYSANDER
305She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
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LYSANDER Look, she’s spotted him with those sweet eyes of
hers.
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DEMETRIUS And thus she means, videlicet—
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DEMETRIUS And now she’ll start moaning, of
course—
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THISBE Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
310Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These lily lips,
This cherry nose,
315These yellow cowslip cheeks
Are gone, are gone.
Lovers, make moan.
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters three,
320Come, come to me
With hands as pale as milk.
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
325Tongue, not a word.
Come, trusty sword.
Come, blade, my breast
imbrue.(stabs
herself)
And, farewell, friends.
Thus Thisbe ends.
330Adieu, adieu, adieu.
(dies)
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THISBE Are you asleep, my love? What, are you dead, my dove? Oh, Pyramus,
get up! Speak, speak. Can’t you talk? Dead, dead? The
dirt of a grave must cover your sweet eyes! Your lily-white lips,
your cherry-red nose, and your buttercup-yellow cheeks are gone,
gone forever. Lovers, moan and weep. His eyes were as green as
leeks. Oh, Fate, come, come to me, with hands as pale as milk. Soak
your hands in blood and gore, since you have cut the thread of his
life with scissors. Tongue, do not speak. Come, trusty sword. Come,
blade, drench my breast with blood.
(she
stabs herself)
Goodbye, friends! This is how Thisbe comes to an end. Goodbye,
goodbye, goodbye. (THISBE
dies)
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THESEUS Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
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THESEUS Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
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DEMETRIUS Ay, and Wall too.
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DEMETRIUS Yes, and Wall too.
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