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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Flute.
Nay, faith, let not me play a woman; I have a beard coming.
Quince.
That’s all one: you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will.
Bottom.
An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice, ‘Thisne, Thisne;’ ‘Ah Pyramus, my lover dear! thy Thisby dear, and lady dear!’
Quince.
No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby.
Bottom.
Well, proceed.
Quince.
Robin Starveling, the tailor.
Starveling.
Here, Peter Quince.
Quince.
Robert Starveling, you must play Thisby’s mother. Tom Snout, the tinker.
