William Shakespeare - Thisbe's Monologue from A Midsummer Night's Dream (V. i. 307-330) lyrics

[as Thisbe] Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove? O Pyramus, arise! Speak, speak. Quite dumb? Dead, dead? A tomb Must cover thy sweet eyes. These My lips, This cherry nose, These yellow cowslip cheeks, Are gone, are gone: Lovers, make moan: His eyes were green as leeks. O Sisters Three, Come, come to me, With hands as pale as milk; Lay them in gore, Since you have shore With shears his thread of silk. Tongue, not a word: Come, trusty sword; Come, blade, my breast imbrue: [Stabs herself] And, farewell, friends; Thus Thisby ends: Adieu, adieu, adieu. [Dies]