LYS.
He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he
Knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord:
It is not enough to speak, but to speak true.
HIP.
Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.
THE.
His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
(Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine and Lion.)