A midnights summer dream
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- You have her father’s love, Demetrius;Let me have Hermia’s: do you marry him.
- Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love. And she is mine, and all my right of herI do estate unto Demetrius.
- But, being over-full of self-affairs, My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come;And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,I have some private schooling for you both.
- Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
- Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
- That’s all one: you shall play it in a mask, andyou may speak as small as you will.
- Here, Peter Quince.
- What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
- Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have abeard coming.
- An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too,I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice.
- No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby.
- Robin Starveling, the tailor.
- Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby’smother. Tom Snout, the tinker.
- Here, Peter Quince.
- Here, Peter Quince.
- Have you the lion’s part written? give it me, for I am slow of study.
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