. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . ompany ? Theseus. No epilogue, I pray you ; for your play needsno excuse. Never excuse; for when the playersare all dead, there need none to be , if he that writ it had played Pyramus andhanged himself in Thisbes garter, it would havebeen a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and verynotably discharged. But come, your Bergomask :let your epilogue alone. \A dance. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:Lovers, to bed ; tis almost fairy fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,As much as we this night have
. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . ompany ? Theseus. No epilogue, I pray you ; for your play needsno excuse. Never excuse; for when the playersare all dead, there need none to be , if he that writ it had played Pyramus andhanged himself in Thisbes garter, it would havebeen a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly; and verynotably discharged. But come, your Bergomask :let your epilogue alone. \A dance. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:Lovers, to bed ; tis almost fairy fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,As much as we this night have palpable-gross play hath well beguiledThe heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to fortnight hold we this solemnity,In nightly revels and new jollity. [Exeunt. Enter Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ;Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,Puts the wretch that lies in woeIn remembrance of a shroud. ACT V. 180 Sc. Puck. So, good night unto you all. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide,Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide :And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecates team,From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream,Now are frolic : not a mouseShall disturb this hallowd house :I am sent with broom before,To sweep the dust behind the door. Enter OBERON and TITANIA with their Through the house give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire:Every elf and fairy sprite Hop as light as bird from brier ;And this ditty, after me,Sing, and dance it First rehearse your song by rote,To each word a warbling note :Hand in hand, with fairy grace,Will we sing, and bless this place. [Song and dance. Oberon. Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy the best bride-bed will we, ACT V. 183 Sc- L A M
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