Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus; and
Flute, you Thisby.
Bot. Well, proceed.60
Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor.
Star. Here, Peter Quince.
Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play This-
by's mother. Tom Snout, the tinker.64
Snout. Here, Peter Quince.
Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, This-
by's father; Snug, the joiner, you the lion's part:
and, I hope, here is a play fitted.68
Snug. Have you the lion's part written? pray
you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is no-
thing but roaring.72
Bot. Let me play the lion too. I will roar,
that I will do any man's heart good to hear me;
I will roar, that I will make the duke say, 'Let
him roar again, let him roar again.'76
Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you
would fright the duchess and the ladies, that
they would shriek; and that were enough to
hang us all.80
All. That would hang us, every mother's son.
Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should
fright the ladies out of their wits, they would
have no more discretion but to hang us; but I
will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you
as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you
an 'twere any nightingale.87
Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus;
for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper
man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a
87 an 'twere: as if it were
89 proper: fine, handsome
