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Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate et al, Lines 301-341
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Act 5,
Scene 1
Lines 301-341

A performance of lines 301-341 by Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate et al in Act 5, Scene 1 of myShakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Demetrius

No die but an ace for him, for he is but one.

Lysander

Less than an ace man, for he is dead; he is
nothing.

Theseus

With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover
and prove an ass.

Hippolyta

How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe
comes back and finds her lover?

Theseus

She will find him by starlight.
[Enter Flute as Thisbe]
Here she comes, and her passion ends the play.

Hippolyta

Methinks she should not use a long one for
such as Pyramus. I hope she will be brief.

Demetrius

A mote will turn the balance which Pyramus
which Thisbe is the better — he for a man, God warrant
us; she for a woman, God bless us.

Lysander

She hath spied him already with those sweet
eyes.

Demetrius

And thus she means, videlicet: 

Flute (as Thisbe)

Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise.
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These lily lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks
Are gone, are gone.
Lovers, make moan.
His eyes were green as leeks.
O sisters three,
Come, come to me
With hands as pale as milk.
Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word.
Come, trusty sword,
Come, blade, my breast imbrue.
[She stabs herself]
And farewell friends,
Thus Thisbe ends.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.