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74  Eyes, do you see? How can it be? O dainty duck! O dear! Thy mantle good, What! stain'd with blood! Approach, ye Furies fell! O Fates, come, come, Cut thread and thrum; Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!

The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.

Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

Pyr. O! wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame? Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear? Which is—no, no—which was the fairest dame That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer.

Come tears, confound; Out, sword, and wound The pap of Pyramus: Ay, that left pap, Where heart doth hop: Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.

[Stabs himself.]

Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light! Moon, take thy flight!

[Exit Moonshine.]

Now die, die, die, die, die.  293 thread and thrum: the warp and its fastening, i.e., everything 294 Quail: overpower quell: kill 295 passion: violent expression of sorrow 