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Heere Peter Quince.Here, Peter Quince.MND I.ii.39
What is Thisbie, a wandring Knight?What is Thisbe? – a wandering knight?MND I.ii.41
Nay faith, let not mee play a woman, I haue aNay, faith, let not me play a woman – I have aMND I.ii.43
beard comming.beard coming.MND I.ii.44
Must I speake now?Must I speak now?MND III.i.82
Most radiant Piramus, most Lilly white of hue,Most radiant Pyramus, most lilywhite of hue,MND III.i.86
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant bryer,Of colour like the red rose on triumphant briar,MND III.i.87
Most brisky Iuuenall, and eke most louely Iew,Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,MND III.i.88
As true as truest horse, that yet would neuer tyre,As true as truest horse that yet would never tire,MND III.i.89
Ile meete thee Piramus, at Ninnies toombe.I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb – MND III.i.90
O,O!MND III.i.95
as true as truest horse, that yet would neuer tyre:As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.MND III.i.96
If he come not, then the play is mar'd. It goes notIf he come not, then the play is marred. It goes notMND IV.ii.5
forward, doth it?forward. Doth it?MND IV.ii.6
No, hee hath simply the best wit of any handy-craftNo, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraftMND IV.ii.9
man in Athens.man in Athens.MND IV.ii.10
You must say, Paragon. A Paramour is (God blesseYou must say ‘ paragon.’ A paramour is – God blessMND IV.ii.13
vs) a thing of nought.us – a thing of naught.MND IV.ii.14
O sweet bully Bottome: thus hath he lost sixepenceO, sweet Bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpenceMND IV.ii.18
a day, during his life; he could not haue scaped sixpencea day during his life. He could not have scaped sixpenceMND IV.ii.19
a day. And the Duke had not giuen him sixpence a day fora day. An the Duke had not given him sixpence a day forMND IV.ii.20
playing Piramus, Ile be hang'd. He would haue deseruedplaying Pyramus, I'll be hanged. He would have deservedMND IV.ii.21
it. Sixpence a day in Piramus, or nothing.it. Sixpence a day in Pyramus, or nothing.MND IV.ii.22
O wall, full often hast thou heard my mones,O wall, full often hast thou heard my moansMND V.i.185
For parting my faire Piramus, and me.For parting my fair Pyramus and me.MND V.i.186
My cherry lips haue often kist thy stones;My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones,MND V.i.187
Thy stones with Lime and Haire knit vp in thee.Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.MND V.i.188
My Loue thou art, my Loue I thinke.My love! Thou art my love, I think?MND V.i.191.2
And like Helen till the Fates me kill.And I like Helen till the Fates me kill.MND V.i.194
As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.MND V.i.196
I kisse the wals hole, not your lips at all.I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.MND V.i.198
Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.MND V.i.200
This is old Ninnies tombe: where is my loue?This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?MND V.i.255
Asleepe my Loue?Asleep, my love?MND V.i.316
What, dead my Doue?What, dead, my dove?MND V.i.317
O Piramus arise:O Pyramus, arise.MND V.i.318
Speake, Speake. Quite dumbe?Speak, speak. Quite dumb?MND V.i.319
Dead, dead? A tombeDead, dead? A tombMND V.i.320
Must couer thy sweet eyes.Must cover thy sweet eyes.MND V.i.321
These Lilly Lips,These lily lips,MND V.i.322
this cherry nose,This cherry nose,MND V.i.323
These yellow Cowslip cheekesThese yellow cowslip cheeksMND V.i.324
Are gone, are gone:Are gone, are gone.MND V.i.325
Louers make mone:Lovers, make moan – MND V.i.326
His eyes were greene as Leekes.His eyes were green as leeks.MND V.i.327
O sisters three,O sisters three,MND V.i.328
come, come to mee,Come, come to meMND V.i.329
With hands as pale as Milke,With hands as pale as milk;MND V.i.330
Lay them in gore, Lay them in gore,MND V.i.331
since you haue shoreSince you have shoreMND V.i.332
With sheeres, his thred of silke.With shears his thread of silk.MND V.i.333
Tongue not a word:Tongue, not a word!MND V.i.334
Come trusty sword:Come, trusty sword,MND V.i.335
Come blade, my brest imbrue:Come blade, my breast imbrue.MND V.i.336
And farwell friends,And farewell friends.MND V.i.337
thus Thisbie ends;Thus Thisbe ends.MND V.i.338
Adieu, adieu, adieu.Adieu, adieu, adieu!MND V.i.339
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