A gorgious Gallery, of gallant Inuentions Garnished and decked with diuers dayntie deuises, right delicate and delightfull, to recreate eche modest minde withall. First framed and fashioned in sundrie formes, by diuers worthy workemen of late dayes: and now, ioyned together and builded up: By T. P. [i.e. Thomas Procter] |
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Whiles
Pyramus all clad in ioy, thus talkes within the wall,
No lesse content, doth Thisbie stand without and heareth al:
And wt those gladsom lightes, where loue doth sightly ioy to play,
And vanquish harts her loue shee vewes in minde somwhat to say
But maydēly feare plucks backe ye word, dread stops her trimbling tongue,
A rossy hew inflames her face, with staine of red among.
Yet lo at length her minde shee stayes, her sences doo awake,
And with a sweet soft sounding voyce, this answer doth she make.
No lesse content, doth Thisbie stand without and heareth al:
And wt those gladsom lightes, where loue doth sightly ioy to play,
And vanquish harts her loue shee vewes in minde somwhat to say
But maydēly feare plucks backe ye word, dread stops her trimbling tongue,
A rossy hew inflames her face, with staine of red among.
Yet lo at length her minde shee stayes, her sences doo awake,
And with a sweet soft sounding voyce, this answer doth she make.
Loue Pyramus, more deare to mee then lyfe,
Euen as I first this way, for speech haue found:
Of present death, so let the dreadfull knyfe,
At this instant for euer mee confound:
If ioyfull thought my passing pensiue harte,
Did euer pearse, since parents cruell dome.
Pronounst the sentence, of our common smart,
No deare hart mine, for how alasse may blome:
The fading tree, whose sap deuided is,
Ye, further sweet, I dare with you presume:
Your passed woes, but pastimes ware I wis,
In their respect, that did mee whole consume.
But now sharpe sighes, so stop my willing speeche,
Such streames of teares, doo dim my troubled sight:
And inward feare, of parents wrath is such,
Least longer talke, should giue them any light
Of our repayre, that further to recyte,
My heaped yls I neuer dare ne may,
Yet oftenly, wee wisely heare may meete:
At chosen times which shall vs not bewray,
And this for short, thy Thisbie shalt thou see:
With morning light, here present eft to bee,
To this full fayne would Pyramus, replyed haue agayne,
But part as neede, inforst they must, & as they did ordayne:
Ere mornings dawne they doo arise & straight repayre they then
Unto the fore appoynted place, Pyrame thus began.
Euen as I first this way, for speech haue found:
Of present death, so let the dreadfull knyfe,
At this instant for euer mee confound:
If ioyfull thought my passing pensiue harte,
Did euer pearse, since parents cruell dome.
Pronounst the sentence, of our common smart,
No deare hart mine, for how alasse may blome:
The fading tree, whose sap deuided is,
Ye, further sweet, I dare with you presume:
Your passed woes, but pastimes ware I wis,
In their respect, that did mee whole consume.
But now sharpe sighes, so stop my willing speeche,
Such streames of teares, doo dim my troubled sight:
Least longer talke, should giue them any light
Of our repayre, that further to recyte,
My heaped yls I neuer dare ne may,
Yet oftenly, wee wisely heare may meete:
At chosen times which shall vs not bewray,
And this for short, thy Thisbie shalt thou see:
With morning light, here present eft to bee,
To this full fayne would Pyramus, replyed haue agayne,
But part as neede, inforst they must, & as they did ordayne:
Ere mornings dawne they doo arise & straight repayre they then
Unto the fore appoynted place, Pyrame thus began.
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