ACT V
1. SCENE I. Athens. An Apartment in the Palace of THESEUS.
 (continued)
THESEUS
 
Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? 
 
DEMETRIUS
 
It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard
 
discourse, my lord. 
 
THESEUS
 
Pyramus draws near the wall; silence. 
 
[Enter PYRAMUS.] 
 
PYRAMUS
 
O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
 
  O night, which ever art when day is not!
 
O night, O night, alack, alack, alack,
 
 I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!--
 
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
 
 That stand'st between her father's ground and mine;
 
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
 
  Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.
 
 
[WALL holds up his fingers.]
 
 
Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
 
  But what see what see I? No Thisby do I see.
 
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss,
 
  Curs'd be thy stones for thus deceiving me! 
 
THESEUS
 
The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. 
 
PYRAMUS
 
No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me' is
 
Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through
 
the wall. You shall see it will fall pat as I told you.--Yonder
 
she comes. 
 
[Enter THISBE.] 
 
THISBE
 
O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
 
  For parting my fair Pyramus and me:
 
My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones:
 
  Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. 
 
PYRAMUS
 
I see a voice; now will I to the chink,
 
To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face.
 
Thisby! 
 
THISBE
 
My love! thou art my love, I think. 
 
PYRAMUS
 
Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
 
And like Limander am I trusty still. 
 
THISBE
 
And I like Helen, till the fates me kill. 
 
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