1 It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
2 Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
3 Anoint his eyes; But do it when the next thing he espies May be the lady.
4 This man is Pyramus, if you would know; This beauteous lady Thisbe is certain.
5 First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide.
6 Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So good night, with lullaby.
7 SNUG Masters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married.
8 Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: A sweet Athenian lady is in love With a disdainful youth.
9 When thou wak'st, Thou tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye.
10 I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us.
11 If you should do it too terribly, you would fright the Duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all.
12 Then I must be thy lady; but I know When thou hast stol'n away from fairyland, And in the shape of Corin sat all day Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love To amorous Phillida.
13 You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.