Yes Ginny, the face at the end of your sentence got me thinking - why? - If using the story as a life lesson - why or what stops us from pursuing our plan for a dream so that we do not return - The tiger could be anything that is dangerous and worthy of our fear - and so Thisbe fleeing is appropriate - but then Pyramus seeing the blood stained vail, feels guilt - guilt for an imagined death - do we jump to conclusions when we see what we think is failure - or do we imagine failure more quickly when we are in the new territory that comes with attempting a dream or more like Pyramus, is it easy to jump to conclusions when we are already feeling guilty for disobeying an authority and following our dream?
Thisbe bravely returns regardless of her fear which is what folks say courage is all about - not being fearless but acting regardless of our fear - her courage stems from love - not wanting to disappoint the one she loves -
During her heartfelt slide into being helpless - helpless to fix, save, repair her loved partner in this venture she is in grief and the next paragraph tells us how grief is manifested during the time of Ovid - "striking at her innocent arms, and tearing at her hair."
I remember as a child seeing Mom's do this - since the 50s it is not a typical sight - I am thinking with the advancement in medicine there is not the kind of helplessness, as if leaving your child to the fates as before penicillin and then other drugs - there was a brief display of Mom's acting in what was called hysteria when kids were taken to hospitals with polio but then in only about 15 or so years from the epidemic Dr. Salk came to the rescue and ever since there is a belief in medicine and research so that striking arms and tearing at hair does not appear as a reaction to the pending loss of a loved one.
Is that the message for going after a dream - there will be serious and fearful snags but learning, research, belief in those who can cure problems is a better choice than to team up with the failure assumed by a partner - a failure that may have been precedent to an imagined loss.
When she sees the evidence of his imagined loss and realizes it was love for her that prompted Pyramus to give up the dream assuming his loved partner Thisbe was gone, she too gives up not only the dream but her future, her life.
Not sure how many here in this discussion are watching Grantchester on PBS - the mystery featuring a cleric and an inspector - the cleric and his Amanda are fitting a semblance of the Pyramus and Thisbe story - without the dark mulberries

- last night's episode had them declare to each other their love and wish they had acted on their desire for marriage but with Amanda's father's expectations and Sidney's feeling less worthy they let an opportunity slip and now the wall appears to be her early pregnancy. However, you do not get the sense that this is the end for them - that either fall on the sword or as in today, go their separate ways - it was a dream that neither followed with a plan.
Is the message here that when attempting to bring about a dream it is easy to be spooked by what is fearful and once we imagine the loss of the dream that was freedom to be with whom or what we love, the dream is dead. It is our imagination that prompts us to take the risk but then it is imagination that brings about the death of a dream.
The forces of nature are simultaneously life-giving and death-dealing - sad is how impoverished is our imagination. It is not just our ignorance but the loss of our heart, our inability to inquire into what we imagine is beyond our capacity to learn and therefore, as fearful as a tiger so that we toss off the unknown as a mystery or as today, we feel threatened by the affects of danger.
Hmm this love story really explains life itself doesn't it - love is the giver - the source of life and yet, within life is the 'gift' of contamination, disease, illness of the mind and finally death. Is fear for the one loved, the risk taken, also the prerogative of Love - does all of nature and our feelings contain a duality of opposites I wonder.