Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; I thank thee, moon...View Full Monologue Text
Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright;
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisby's sight.
But stay: O spite!
But mark, boor knight,
What dreadful dole is here?
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck, O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What, stained with blood?
Approach, ye furies fell!
O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum,
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!
O wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?
Since lion vile hath here deflow'red my dear;
Which is-no. no!-which was the fairest dame
That lived, that, loved, that liked, that looked with cheer.
Come, tears, confound,
Out sword, and wound;
The pap of Pyramus;
Ay, the left pap where heart doth hop. (Stabs himself)
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.
In Midsummer's play with a play, Nick Bottom plays Pyramus, a hero in a tragic love story. A weaver by profession, he and his friends (often called "the Mechanicals") are trying their best to perform a play for the wedding of the Athenian Duke and Duchess with hysterical results.
CharacterName: Pyramus (Nick Bottom)
Age Range: Unspecified
Dialects: Standard American, Standard English
AuthorName: William Shakespeare
Eras: 1601-1700, 1501-1600
PlayName: Midsummer Night's Dream, A
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Copyright Status: Public domain