No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest. The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade. To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall Like death when he shuts up the day of life. Each part, deprived of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death. And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes. To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.

Then, as the manner of our country is, In thy best robes uncovered on the bier. Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault. Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

In the meantime, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,

And hither shall he come, and he and I will watch thy waking, and that very night shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. And this shall free thee from this present shame,

If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear, Abate thy valor in the acting it."
(4.1.90-120)
The narrator states,"She was still far enough away for Thisbe to escape, but as she fled she dropped her cloak. The lioness came upon it on her way back to her lair and she mouthed it and tore it before disappearing into the woods. That is what Pyramus saw when he appeared a few minutes later. Before him lay the bloodstained shreds of the cloak and clear in the dust were the tracks of the lioness. The conclusion was inevitable. He never doubted that he knew all. Thisbe was dead. He had let his love, a tender maiden, come alone to a place full of danger, and not been there to protect her."
(pg.948)

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