Thisbe’s Afterlife: The Search for Pyramus Page 1 While Pyramus was searching for his sweet Thisbe in the darkness, crying out her name, Thisbe just discovered her love’s lifeless body. Cradling her beloved, she bathes his wounds with tears, mingling their...
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Thisbe’s Afterlife: The Search for Pyramus Page 1 While Pyramus was searching for his sweet Thisbe in the darkness, crying out her name, Thisbe just discovered her love’s lifeless body. Cradling her beloved, she bathes his wounds with tears, mingling their drops with blood. Planting kisses on his cold face, she cries out ‘Pyramus, what misfortune has robbed me of you? When she recognized her veil and saw the ivory scabbard without its sword, she said, “Unhappy boy, your own hand, and your love, have destroyed you! I too have a firm enough hand for once, and I, too, love. It will give me strength in my misfortune. I will follow you to destruction, and they will say I was a most pitiful friend and companion to you. He, who could only be removed from me by death, death cannot remove. And you, the tree, that now covers the one poor body with your branches, and soon will cover two, retain the emblems of our death, and always carry your fruit darkened in mourning, a remembrance of the blood
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