Authors: John McCann,Monica Sweeney,Becky Thomas
DEMETRIUS
No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
LYSANDER
Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
THESEUS
With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and prove an ass.
HIPPOLYTA
How chance Moonshine is gone before thisby comes back and finds her lover?
THESEUS
She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.
HIPPOLYTA
Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
DEMETRIUS
A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which
thisby, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us; she for a woman, God bless us.
LYSANDER
She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
DEMETRIUS
And thus she means, videlicet:—
FLUTE [as thisby]
Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These my lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
FLUTE [as thisby] (cont.)
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
FLUTE [as thisby] (cont.)
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword;
Come, blade, my breast imbrue: