More Can I Bear Than You Dare

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

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.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.