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Prologue In tepid weeks of winter waning Quarantined and idly braining Sit in quiet the COVID vectors (except those in the private sector; who give medicine and aliment, the hourly, the government, beholdens to the gig economy and the pitiable petit bourgeosie). Amid the social freeze Downy-collared and yet garbed in pants of ease A PMSian desks himself and now he strikes the keys:
I. Of Pyramus and Thisbe Euphrates laps upon the silt-ennobled shore beyond the cloistered confines of poor Thisbe's vision splend'rously imprisoned Nigh not temple, ziggurat, nor Tigran strand Yet jewels adorned th' impenetrable mure 'Round Thisbe, Bab-el's daughter pure, With lapis lazuli Encrusted is the cage that guards her tenuous virginity This sandstone-irised prize of Persian virility!
O wall! O tow'ring ring to demarcate The margins of the wild and state You keep 'gainst stalking beasts and men Of foreign birth and evil mien, Part your quarried slabs of rock Along some seam or rift or block. No more! In watchless guarding slack For here I bid you fail and warp and crack For Love's sake-- Wall, accept the probes root of root and flake And dull the noble girl's new menarchic ache!
Obedient, the wall its labor quits: Into the virgin's gard a voice admits, O'the beauteous son of Babylon At battle-play upon some Martian lawn. With son'rous sweat and grunt he strikes The armor'd straw to man alike To hone the proper shoulder-twist To swordly ward away the lion's wist. But Thisbe hears: Pyramus! The maybe-man of gentle Thisbean years The master lithe of armors, swords, and spears.
Her lips the girl presses to the breach And whispers of the things a girl can teach A prince, a guard, a man-of-war: Of hearth, of home, of vale, of flo'er. So craftless is the princess' spell That Pyramus, he speaks as well: By Ninus' tomb When the mulberry is just past bloom Will moonlit Thisbe meet her bridegroom!
Alas, alack, eheu. Eheu! The lioness strikes quick and true And sops her maw upon the muttonflesh Of mother-ewe with kid a-supping at her breast So stained of mouth with gore and rose She rests by Tigris 'neath the bows Of Ninus' mulberry Oh youthful Pyramus, don't tarry! Your bride arrives by night, and wary!
By torchlight Thisbe spies the beast Engorged on some unhallowed feast, And flees the girl from that bloody maw. But the wind alights the perfumed shawl, Discovered by her dilatory knight Whose heart fails at the bloody sight: She must be dead The enemy girl from the neighb'ring stead Denied by fate her bridegroom and her marriage-bed!
Courage leads the maiden back To find the her Pyramus--alack-- Fallen on his his sword in grief. With kisses Thisbe seeks out life Within the body of her supple prince, But warmth and life have fled long since. She pleads But Juno shuts her ears and Thisbe to the pommel speeds And choosing Proserpine, she sighs, she falls, she bleeds.
Willis, it seems like every other time you post, I need to look up a word that's in the OED or Urban Dictionary but not both. -Mimir
Since Will has rudely declined to answer these reasonable questions:
1) I believe he did.
2) The story of Pyramus and Thisbe (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyramus_and_Thisbe) is a traditional one originating in Ovid that has been retold many times. The best-known retelling is probably the play-within-a-play at the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream, but Shakespeare also copied its ending for Romeo and Juliet.