Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Wel mouz'd Lion.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. And then came Piramus.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. And so the Lion vanisht.
Lys. Enter Piramus.
Pyr. Pyr.
Pyr. Sweet Moone, I thank thee for thy sunny beames,
Pyr. I thanke thee Moone, for shining now so bright:
Pyr. For by thy gracious, golden, glittering beames,
Pyr. I trust to taste of truest Thisbies sight.
Pyr. But stay: O spight! but marke, poore Knight,
Pyr. What dreadful dole is heere?
Pyr. Eyes do you see! How can it be!
Pyr. O dainty Ducke: O Deere!
Pyr. Thy mantle good; what staind with blood!
Pyr. Approch you Furies fell:
Pyr. O Fates! come, come: Cut thred and thrum,
Pyr. Quaile, crush, conclude, and quell.
Du. Du.