Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prol. The trusty Thisby, comming first by night,
Prol. Did scarre away, or rather did affright:
Prol. And as she fled, her mantle she did fall;
Prol. Which Lyon vile with bloody mouth did staine.
Prol. Anon comes Piramus, sweet youth and tall,
Prol. And findes his Thisbies Mantle slaine;
Prol. Whereat, with blade, with bloody blamefull blade,
Prol. He brauely broacht his boiling bloudy breast,
Prol. And Thisby, tarrying in Mulberry shade,
Prol. His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
Prol. Let Lyon, Moone‑shine, Wall, and Louers twaine,
Prol. At large discourse, while here they doe remaine.
Prol. Exit all but Wall.
Thes. Thes.
Thes. I wonder if the Lion be to speake.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. No wonder, my Lord: one Lion may, when
Deme. many Asses doe.
Deme. Exit Lyon, Thisbie, and Mooneshine.
Wall. Wall.