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Enter Robin [Puck, behind].

Puck.

What hempen home-spuns have we swagg’ring here,

So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?

What, a play toward? I’ll be an auditor,

An actor too perhaps, if I see cause.

Quin.

Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.

Bot.

“Thisby, the flowers of odious savors sweet”—

Quin.

[Odorous], odorous.

Bot.

– “odors savors sweet;

So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.

But hark; a voice! Stay thou but here a while,

And by and by I will to thee appear.”

Exit.

[Puck.]

A stranger Pyramus than e’er played here.

[Exit.]

Flu. Must I speak now?

Quin. Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.

Flu.

“Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,

Of color 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.”

Quin. “Ninus’ tomb,” man. Why, you must not speak that yet. That you answer to Pyramus. You speak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter. Your cue is past; it is ‘never tire.’