[00:10]Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;[00:16]But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.[00:21]This man is Pyramus, if you would know;[00:26]This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.[00:43]By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn[00:47]Met at a tomb to woo by pale moonlight.[00:50]This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name,[00:55]The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,[01:00]Did scare away, or rather did affright...[01:04]If we offend, we've got good will,[01:07]If we are crude, our measure's plain[01:10]Our true intent is your delight[01:12]It's merry, tragical and brief...[01:18]Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby[01:27]And as she fled, her mantle she did fall,[01:31]Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain,[01:34]Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall,[01:38]And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain,[01:44]Da da da da da da da da da da[01:49]Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,“[01:52]He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast,[01:55]Thus he died,[01:56]He died, he died,[01:58]His soul in the sky...[02:00]Now Thisby's passion ends the play in tears,[02:03]Asleep, My Dear?[02:04]What, Dead, My Dove? Arise![02:06]Tongue not a word,[02:07]Come blade my breast imbrue,[02:08]Thus Thisby end, adieu, adieu,[02:11]Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu,[02:17]If we offend, we've got good will,[02:19]If we our crude, our measure's plain[02:22]Our true intent is your delight[02:24]It's merry, tragical and brief...[02:28]Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby[02:38]Da da da da da da da da da da[02:44]Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby