bottoms play
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- Asleep my love?What,dead, my dove?O pyramus, arise!Speak, speak. Quite dumb?Dead, dead? A tombMust cover thy sweet eyes.
- These lily lips, This cherry nose,These yellow cowslip cheeksAre gone, are gine.Lovers, make moan.His eyes were green as leeks.O sister three,
- Come, come to me With hands as pale as milk.Lay them in gore,Since you have shoreWith Shears his thread of silk.Tongue, not a word
- Come, trusty sword.Come, blade, my breast imbrue. (stabs herself)And, farewell, friends.Thus Thisbe ends Adieu, adieu, adieu(dies)
- Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead
- Ay, and wall too
- (out of character) No, I assure you. The wall that kept their fathers apart has been taken down. Would you like to see the epilogue or hear a country dance between two of us?
- No epilogue I pray you.
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