Theseus

I wonder if the lion be to speak?

DEMETRIUS

No wonder, my lord; one lion may, when many asses do.

SNOUT ( as Wal )

In this same interlude it dot befal

That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And such a wall as I would have you think That had in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisbe, 160

Did whisper often, very secretly.

This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth show That I am that same wall; the truth is so.

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And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.

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THESEUS

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Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?

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DEMETRIUS

a n It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord.

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Enter Bottom as Pyramus o d

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THESEUS

Pyramus draws near the wall; silence!

BOTTOM ( as Pyramus)

O grim-looked night, O night with hue so black, O night which ever art when day is not!

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O night, O night, alack, alack, alack, I fear my Thisbe’s promise is forgot!

And thou, O wal , O sweet, O lovely wal , That stand’st between her father’s ground and mine, Thou wal , O wal , O sweet and lovely wal , Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne.

Wall parts his fingers

TESEU