The Age of Fable eBook

Thomas Bulfinch
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 528 pages of information about The Age of Fable.

The Age of Fable eBook

Thomas Bulfinch
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 528 pages of information about The Age of Fable.
stole forth, unobserved by the family, her head covered with a veil, made her way to the monument and sat down under the tree.  As she sat alone in the dim light of the evening she descried a lioness, her jaws reeking with recent slaughter, approaching the fountain to slake her thirst.  Thisbe fled at the sight, and sought refuge in the hollow of a rock.  As she fled she dropped her veil.  The lioness after drinking at the spring turned to retreat to the woods, and seeing the veil on the ground, tossed and rent it with her bloody mouth.

Pyramus, having been delayed, now approached the place of meeting.  He saw in the sand the footsteps of the lion, and the color fled from his cheeks at the sight.  Presently he found the veil all rent and bloody.  “O hapless girl,” said he, “I have been the cause of thy death!  Thou, more worthy of life than I, hast fallen the first victim.  I will follow.  I am the guilty cause, in tempting thee forth to a place of such peril, and not being myself on the spot to guard thee.  Come forth, ye lions, from the rocks, and tear this guilty body with your teeth.”  He took up the veil, carried it with him to the appointed tree, and covered it with kisses and with tears.  “My blood also shall stain your texture,” said he, and drawing his sword plunged it into his heart.  The blood spurted from the wound, and tinged the white mulberries of the tree all red; and sinking into the earth reached the roots, so that the red color mounted through the trunk to the fruit.

By this time Thisbe, still trembling with fear, yet wishing not to disappoint her lover, stepped cautiously forth, looking anxiously for the youth, eager to tell him the danger she had escaped.  When she came to the spot and saw the changed color of the mulberries she doubted whether it was the same place.  While she hesitated she saw the form of one struggling in the agonies of death.  She started back, a shudder ran through her frame as a ripple on the face of the still water when a sudden breeze sweeps over it.  But as soon as she recognized her lover, she screamed and beat her breast, embracing the lifeless body, pouring tears into its wounds, and imprinting kisses on the cold lips.  “O Pyramus,” she cried, “what has done this?  Answer me, Pyramus; it is your own Thisbe that speaks.  Hear me, dearest, and lift that drooping head!” At the name of Thisbe Pyramus opened his eyes, then closed them again.  She saw her veil stained with blood and the scabbard empty of its sword.  “Thy own hand has slain thee, and for my sake,” she said.  “I too can be brave for once, and my love is as strong as thine.  I will follow thee in death, for I have been the cause; and death which alone could part us shall not prevent my joining thee.  And ye, unhappy parents of us both, deny us not our united request.  As love and death have joined us, let one tomb contain us.  And thou, tree, retain the marks of slaughter.  Let thy berries still serve for memorials of our blood.”  So saying she plunged the sword into her breast.  Her parents ratified her wish, the gods also ratified it.  The two bodies were buried in one sepulchre, and the tree ever after brought forth purple berries, as it does to this day.

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