Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pir. O grim lookt night, ô night with hue so blacke,
Pir. O night, which euer art, when day is not:
Pir. O night, ô night, alacke, alacke, alacke,
Pir. I feare my Thisbies promise is forgot.
Pir. And thou ô vvall, thou sweet and louely vvall,
Pir. That stands between her fathers ground and mine,
Pir. Thou vvall, ô vvall, ô sweet and louely vvall,
Pir. Shew me thy chinke, to blinke through vvith mine eine.
Pir. Thankes courteous vvall. Ioue shield thee vvell for this.
Pir. But vvhat see I? No Thisbie doe I see.
Pir. O vvicked vvall, through vvhom I see no blisse,
Pir. Curst be thy stones for thus deceiuing mee.
Thes. Thes.
Thes. The vvall me‑thinkes being sensible, should
Thes. curse againe.
Pir. Pir.
Pir. No in truth sir, he should not. Deceiuing me,
Pir. Is Thisbies cue; she is to enter, and I am to spy
Pir. Her through the vvall. You shall see it vvill fall.
Pir. Enter Thisbie.