240 Pyramus and Thixbt: [SEPT. 



Pyr. I own I'm wrong, and now of you I crave 

 That you will go once more into your grave ; 

 For here I wait to meet my love to-night, 

 And perhaps your presence might not be all right. 



Ghost. I grant the boon. But now, ere yet I go, 

 Behold a sight to fill your breast with woe! 

 See there ! the shawl, so late by Thisbe worn, 

 By some great shaggy lion rent and torn! 



[Puts on his night-cap and goes into the tomb. 



Pyr. What do I see ! the shawl, by Thizzy worn, 

 By some huge shaggy lion rent and torn ! 

 Oh ! where she is I now too well can guess 

 The beast has of her carcase made a mess. 

 Now, by the Fates I swear, I'd give a groat, 

 My love may stick fast in the wretch's throat. 

 Ah me ! of hope and joy I'm clean bereft ; 

 I have not now a drop of comfort left. 

 Thus then I seek the assistance of my knife, 

 To end at once my sorrows and my life. 



[Stabs himself, and falls. 



Enter THISBE at the other side. 



Thisbe. I hope that nasty lion's gone away. 

 Laws ! what so long can make my Pyrry stay ? 

 Sure some foul demon's envious attacks 

 Have placed upon his bench a piece of wax. 

 And glued him to his seat! May Heaven forfend 

 He may not thus have made his cobbler's end! 

 Ah, no ! I fear that horrid Pa of his, 

 For work undone, or else work done amiss, 

 Has locked him in the dismal cellar, where 

 He grieves for me, and drowns his grief in beer. 



[PYRAMUS, faintly rising, falls lack.] 

 Ah ! now I feels more fainterer 





and sicker 

 Just like a man when he's the worse for liquor. 

 Blood rises in my throat I fall back dizzy: 

 Receive me, spirit of immortal Thizzy ! [Hiccups, and diet. 



[THISBE, looking about in the dark.} 



Sure that was Pyrry's voice ! but 'tis so foggy, 



1 cannot see him yet it sounded groggy ! 



Methought and yet methinks it was absurd 



His hiccups' well-known sound I also heard. 



He spoke of spirit ! Now, egad, I fear 



In liquor, not in love, he staggered here. [Espies him. 



See where he lies a pig stretched on the ground ! 



Drunk as the sow of David, I'll be bound ! 



What blood is this about his mouth I see ? 



Why, sure he's bumped his nose against a tree! 



What, still more blood ! By gum, my darling's killed ; 



And here's the knife that has his dear blood spilled! 



Oh ! cruel steel that stole my Pyrry's life, 



Thus take the ditto of his maiden wife ! [Stabs litrself. 



And now, my dearest darling, ere I die. 



I'll kiss your bloody lips, and say good bye. 



Oh dear ! to-morrow is our washing day ! 



Laws ! laws ! I wonder what will mother say ! 



[She hiccups, and dies. 



THE CURTAIN FALLS. 



