And tragical, my noble lord, it is
For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
V, 1, 66.
THESEUS.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth,
Joy, gentle friends; joy and fresh days of love
Accompany your hearts.
Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have
To wear away this long age of three hours
Between our after-supper and bed-time?