| Song | No.9 |
| Artist | Mendelssohn |
| Album | A Midsummer Night's Dream |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Felix Mendelssohn |
| [00:01.000] | PROLOGUE QUINCE: Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; |
| [00:04.000] | But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. |
| [00:25.000] | Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, |
| [00:28.000] | And finds his trusty Thisbe’s mantle slain: |
| [00:32.000] | Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, |
| [00:36.000] | He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast; |
| [00:40.200] | And Thisbe, tarrying in mulberry shade, |
| [00:43.500] | His dagger drew, and died. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Felix Mendelssohn |
| [00:01.000] | PROLOGUE QUINCE: Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show |
| [00:04.000] | But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. |
| [00:25.000] | Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, |
| [00:28.000] | And finds his trusty Thisbe' s mantle slain: |
| [00:32.000] | Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, |
| [00:36.000] | He bravely broach' d is boiling bloody breast |
| [00:40.200] | And Thisbe, tarrying in mulberry shade, |
| [00:43.500] | His dagger drew, and died. |