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76 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:

[Stabs herself.]

And farewell, friends; Thus Thisby ends: Adieu, adieu, adieu.

The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.

Dem. Ay, and Wall too.

Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two of our company?

The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that writ it had played Pyramus, and hanged himself in Thisbe's gar- ter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and so it is, truly, and very notably discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone.

The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve; Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,  344 Sisters Three: the three Fates 352 imbrue: stain with blood 361 Bergomask dance: a rustic dance originating in Italy 