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Title: Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Robinson, W. Heath (William Heath), 1872-1944, ill
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Publisher: New York : H. Holt
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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nout by name, present a wall ;And such a wall, as I would have you think,That had in it a crannied hole or chink,Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,Did whisper often very secretly.This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth showThat I am that same wall ; the truth is so :And this the cranny is, right and sinister,Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. Theseus. Would you desire lime and hair to speakbetter ? Demetrius. It is the wittiest partition that ever I hearddiscourse, my lord. Theseus. Pyramus draws near the wall : silence ! Re-enter PYRAMUS. Pyramus. O grim-lookd night ! O night with hueso black ! 0 night, which ever art when day is not !O night, O night! alack, alack, alack, 1 fear my Thisbys promise is forgot !And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, That standst between her fathers ground and mine !Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, Show me thy chink, to blink through withmine eyne ! \Wall holds up his fingers. ACT V. 166 Sc. I THE PROLOGUE
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A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Thanks, courteous wall : Jove shield thee well for this ! But what see I ? No Thisby do I see.O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss ! Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me ! Theseus. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. Pyramus. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiv-ing me is Thisbys cue: she is to enter now,and I am to spy her through the wall. You shallsee, it will fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes. Re-enter THISBE. Thisbe. O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, For parting my fair Pyramus and me !My cherry lips have often kissd thy stones, Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.Pyramus. I see a voice : now will I to the chink,To spy an I can hear my Thisbys face.Thisby ! Thisbe. My love ! thou art my love, I think.Pyramus. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lovers grace ; And, like Limander, am I trusty still.Thisbe. And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.Pyramus. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.Thisbe.

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