Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From Us, We Wish It Ours Again.

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.

For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So Are They All, All Honourable Men.

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.