Pyramus and Thisbe
Lyrics
Pyramus:
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
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!
It's Pyramus and Thisbe
At the wall,
Today, tonight!
And soon the both of them
Will have to fall,
Today, tonight!
The course of true love
Never did run smooth,
Today, tonight!
So watch it all crumble,
(Crumble)
(Crumble, crumble)
(Crumble)
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)
Now am I dead,
Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky.
Tongue, lose thy light!
Moon take thy flight!
Now die, (die, die, die, die)
It's Pyramus and Thisbe
At the wall,
Today, tonight!
And soon the both of them
Will have to fall,
Today, tonight!
The course of true love
Never did run smooth,
Today, tonight!
So watch it all crumble,
(Crumble)
(Crumble, crumble)
(Crumble!)
Thisbe:
Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak (speak). Quite dumb?
Dead (dead?) A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These lily lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone! (are gone!)
Lovers, make moan;
His eyes were green as leeks.
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!
And, farewell, friends;
Thus This Bee ends.
Adieu (adieu, adieu)