FLUTE.
Nay, faith, let not me play a woman. I have a beard coming.
QUINCE.
That’s all one. You shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will.
BOTTOM.
And I may hide my face, let me play Thisbe too. I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice; ‘Thisne, Thisne!’—‘Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear! thy Thisbe dear! and lady dear!’
QUINCE.
No, no, you must play Pyramus; and, Flute, you Thisbe.
BOTTOM.
Well, proceed.
QUINCE.
Robin Starveling, the tailor.
STARVELING.
Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE.
Robin Starveling, you must play Thisbe’s mother.
Tom Snout, the tinker.
SNOUT
Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE.
You, Pyramus’ father; myself, Thisbe’s father;
Snug, the joiner, you, the lion’s part. And, I hope here is a play fitted.