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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Quince.
Odours, odours.
Bottom.
odours savours sweet:
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile,
And by and by I will to thee appear. [Exit.
Puck.
A stranger Pyramus than e’er played here. [Exit.
Flute.
Must I speak now?
Quince.
Ay, marry, must you: for you must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.
Flute.
Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse that yet would never tire,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny’s tomb.
Quince.
‘Ninus’ tomb,’ man: why, you must not speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your
