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?