The Tyrant Custom, Most Grave Senators, Hath

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

Quince Francis Flute, The Bellows-mender. Flute Here, Peter Quince. Quince Flute, You Must Take Thisby On You. Flute What Is Thisby? A Wandering Knight? Quince It Is The Lady That Pyramus Must Love. Flute Nay, Faith, Let Me Not Play A Woman; I Have A Beard Coming.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

A Beggar's Book Outworths A Noble's Blood.