Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!

Like A Dull Actor Now, I Have Forgot My Part, And I Am Out, Even To A Full Disgrace.

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

Quince Francis Flute, The Bellows-mender. Flute Here, Peter Quince. Quince Flute, You Must Take Thisby On You. Flute What Is Thisby? A Wandering Knight? Quince It Is The Lady That Pyramus Must Love. Flute Nay, Faith, Let Me Not Play A Woman; I Have A Beard Coming.