This Is A Way To Kill A

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

What The Great Ones Do, The Less Will Prattle Of

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.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.