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The. The wall methinks, being sensible, should curse again.

Pyr. 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 Thisby.

This.

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].

Pyr.

I see a voice! Now will I to the chink,

To spy and I can hear my Thisby’s face.

Thisby!

This.

My love thou art, my love I think.

Pyr.

Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover’s grace;

And, like Limander, am I trusty still.

This.

And I, like Helen, till the Fates me kill.

Pyr.

Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

This.

As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.

Pyr.

O, kiss me through the hole of this vild wall!

This.

I kiss the wall’s hole, not your lips at all.

Pyr.

Wilt thou at Ninny’s tomb meet me straightway?

This.

’Tide life, ’tide death, I come without delay.