歌手:Felix Mendelssohn
专辑:《A Midsummer Night's Dream》

作曲 : Felix Mendelssohn
PROLOGUE QUINCE: Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty Thisbe’s mantle slain:
Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast;
And Thisbe, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died.