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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Thisbe.
And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.
Pyramus.
Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
Thisbe.
As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
Pyramus.
O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!
Thisbe.
I kiss the wall’s hole, not your lips at all.
Pyramus.
Wilt thou at Ninny’s tomb meet me straightway?
Thisbe.
’Tide life, ’tide death, I come without delay.
[Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe.
Wall.
Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go. [Exit.
Theseus.
Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.
