This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players. This is Ercles’ vein, a tyrant’s vein; a lover is more condoling.
035 Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
Flu. Here, Peter Quince.
[037] Quin. Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
040 Flu. Nay, faith, let not me play a woman; I have a beard coming.
Quin. That’s all one: you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will.
Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I’ll [045] speak in a monstrous little voice, ‘Thisne, Thisne;’ ‘Ah Pyramus, my lover dear! thy Thisby dear, and lady dear!’
Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby.