%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love's Master-piece: / Behold the downfall of two Lovers Dear, / And to their Memorys, let fall a Tear, / A sad mistake their Ruine did procure, / When as they thought their FriendshiP should endure; / Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut them off in Pr[i]me, / And for Enjoyment, would afford no time. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/14/2016 34671

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R227346 1 Digby's Farewel Digby's Farewell Digby's Farewell WHen all hearts did yeild unto Cupid as King, / And dying for Mistresses was no strang thing, Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 223 Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love's Master-piece: / Behold the downfall of two Lovers Dear, / And to their Memorys, let fall a Tear, / A sad mistake their Ruine did procure, / When as they thought their FriendshiP should endure; / Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut them off in Pr[i]me, / And for Enjoyment, would afford no time. Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love’s Master-piece. Behold the downfall of two Lovers Dear, And to their Memorys, let fall a Tear, A sad mistake their Ruine did procure, When as they thought their FriendshiP should endure; Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut them off in Prime, And for Enjoyment, would afford no time. Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love's Masterpiece: Behold the downfall of two Lovers Dear, And to their Memories, let fall a Tear, A sad mistake their Ruin did procure, When as they thought their Friendship should endure; Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut them off in Prime, And for Enjoyment, would afford no time. ?-? W. Thackeray, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood

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WHen all hearts did yeild unto Cupid as King, And dying for Mistresses was no strang thing, When Maids without coyness did candidly deal, And men lovd with constancy, faith, and true Zeal: There livd a fair pare of true Lovers in Greece Who have still bin accounted as Lovs master-piece. The Youth was calld Pyramus, Thisbe the Maid: Their Love was immortal, and never decayd. But alass! their affections were crost by sad Fate: To wit, by the fewd and immortal debate That had bin fomented for many years space, Between both their Families, & their whole Race. Which made the fair Cuple, tho scorcht with loves fire, Still smother their Flames & conceal their desire: They sighd still in private, and wept all alone; And dard not discover a Tear or a Groan.
They sighd all the Night, & they gazd all the Day: Thus weeping and gazing, and sighing away Their langushing Lives, which they spent all in Tears, In sighs, & in groans, & in amorous fears. And when the whole world was compos[]d in a sleep, Their grief kept them waking to sigh & to weep. Thus wandring all night, to the stars they complain, Of hardship, of fate, of their torments, and pain. But when they no longer those pains coud endure Their Love did begin for to seek out some Cure. And so they appointed one Night for to meet In some neighbouring Vally, and there for to greet: And thence fly away to some far distant Cave, To love at their leasure: contented to have The joyes of each other, and there let loves flame Burn quietly out without danger of blame.
And so when that Phebus had run out his Race, Fair Thisbe came first into the meeting place. Impatient she stood and expected her Dear; She thought that each moment he staid, was a year. Then under a Mulbery-tree down she lies, But scarce was lay down when she presently spies A grim and fierce Lyon besmea[r]d all with Blood, Came wandring down from the neighbou[r]ing wood. Away run the Nimph to a Cave in a Fright. She flys, & her Mantle is lost in the flight: Which the bloody Lyon takes up in his Pawes He tears it, & then with the Raggs wipes his jaws. Soon after pooor Pyramus came for to find, His long wisht for Thisbe: but fate prov[]d unkind. For when divine joys he did hope for to have He found but a winding sheet, death, & cold Grave. For when that he saw his loves Mantle all tore Bedewd all with blood, & besmeard all with Goar: And then saw the Lyon trot over the plain, He falsly concluded his Thisby was slain. O who can express the vast torment and smart, The pangs and the anguish & grief of his heart? He made the Woods ring with his pitiful moanes The Rocks & the Mountains did Eccho his Groans. Alass: (said Pyramus) could she then find No help from the Gods! are they so unkind? Or else have they stole her away from our sight, And so Rob[]d the Earth to make Heaven more bright? O tell me kind Sta[r]s! come and tell me but where My Thisbe is gon, and Ile follow my dear. Two death-wounds already I bear in my breast. Once wounded by Love & by grief now opprest.
Ile weep out my life, & Ile sigh out my Soul: Ile groan for my Love till my Carcass grows cold. Her Mantle Ile take for my sad Winding-sheet, In that mournful posture my Thisbe Ile meet. But a languishing death comes with too much delay: Great grief is impatient of so long a stay. Ile make greater hast to my Love: at which word The Youth stabd himself to the hea[r]t with his Sword. By this time fair Thisbe was come from he[r] Cave, So pale that she ris like a Ghost from its Grave. For when she her Pyramus dying did see, She lookd much more like to a Carcass than he. Youd have thought that the Nymph woud before him have dy[]d She fel on his body then mournfully c[r]yd O why my dear Pyramus why so unkind; Why run you away and leave Thisbe behind? At Thisbies sweet Name the Youth lifts up his eyes: He looks, & he sighs, & then shuts them & dyes: He gazd till he dyd then content with the sight. Away to Elizium his Soul took its flight. And Thisbies did after it presently flye: She struggled, & strove, and made hast for to dye. And such hast she made in oretaking her dear She ne[]re stayd to complain nor sca[r]ce drop a Tear. Her tender, and gentle heart soon burst with grief! And Death stole away her fa[i]r Soul like a Thief. Then down her cold body she lay by her Love. Both pittyd by all the kind Gods of the G[r]ove. The amorous Turtles and Nightingalls sung Their Obs[e]quies: & [i]n [s]ad Notes their Knell rung. And each loving beast of the Wood left his Cave, And came forso: to make the dead Lovers a Grave.
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