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And farewell, friends.-
THESEUS. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
DEMETRIUS. Ay, and Wall too.
BOTTOM. 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?
THESEUS. 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 play'd Pyramus, and hung himself in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy; and so it is, truly, and very notably discharg'd. But come, your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone.
[A dance by two of the Clowns.
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels and new jollity.
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon ;
All with weary task fordone,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
In remembrance of a shroud.
That the graves, all gaping wide,
In the church-way paths to glide :
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team,
Following darkness like a dream,
I am sent with broom before,
Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with all their Train.
Though the house give glimmering light,
Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty after me
First, rehearse this song by rote,
Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
[Here a Song and Dance