This. My love! thou art my love, I think.
Pyr. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
And, like Limander, am I trusty still.200
This. And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.
Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
This. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
Pyr. O! kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.
Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?
This. 'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay.
Wall. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;208
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.
Exeunt Clowns.
The. Now is the mural down between the two
neighbours.
Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so
wilful to hear without warning.213
Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
The. The best in this kind are but shadows,
and the worst are no worse, if imagination
amend them.217
Hip. It must be your imagination then, and
not theirs.
The. If we imagine no worse of them than
they of themselves, they may pass for excellent
men. Here come two noble beasts in, a man
and a lion.
Enter Lion and Moonshine.
Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear224
The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
199 lover's grace: i.e., lover
200 Limander; cf. n.
207 'Tide: come
210 mural: wall; cf. n.
