The Cat Will Mew, And Dog Will

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

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.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.