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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Theseus.
The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
Pyramus.
No, in truth, sir, he should not. ‘Deceiving me’ is Thisby’s cue: she is to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes.
Enter Thisbe.
Thisbe.
O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
My cherry lips have often kiss’d thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
Pyramus.
I see a voice: now will I to the chink,
To spy an I can hear my Thisby’s face.
Thisby!
Thisbe.
My love thou art, my love I think.
Pyramus.
Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover’s grace;
And, like Limander am I trusty still.
