Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Thes. Enter Pyramus and Thisby, Wall, Moone‑shine, and Lyon.
Prol. Prol.
Prol. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show,
Prol. But wonder on, till truth make all things plaine.
Prol. This man is Piramus, if you would know;
Prol. This beauteous Lady, Thisby is certaine.
Prol. This man, with lyme and rough‑cast, doth present
Prol. Wall, that vile wall, which did these louers sunder:
Prol. And through walls chink (poor soules) they are content
Prol. To whisper. At the which, let no man wonder.
Prol. This man, with Lanthorne, dog, and bush of thorne,
Prol. Here the corner of the page is torn away, obscuring the first part of the last three lines of the column. For if you will know,
Prol. Louers thinke no scorne
Prol. ere, there to wooe:
Prol. This grizy beast (which Lyon hight by name)
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,