Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

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.

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !