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We are not here. That you should here repent you,

The actors are at hand; and, by their show,

You shall know all, that you are like to know.

The.

This fellow doth not stand upon points.

Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not enough to speak, but to speak true.

Hip. Indeed he hath play’d on this prologue like a child on a recorder—a sound, but not in government.

The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impair’d, but all disorder’d. Who is next?

Enter [with a Trumpet before them] Pyramus and Thisby and Wall and Moonshine and Lion.

Pro.

Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;

But wonder on till truth make all things plain.

This man is Pyramus, if you would know;

This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.

This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present

Wall, that vile Wall, which did these lovers sunder;

And through Wall’s chink, poor souls, they are content

To whisper. At the which let no man wonder.

This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,