All. That would hang us, every mother’s son.
[070] 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 [073] will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an ’twere any nightingale.
075 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 most lovely, gentleman-like man: therefore you must needs play Pyramus.
Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I 080 best to play it in?
Quin. Why, what you will.
Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw colour beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain [084] beard, or your French crown colour beard, your perfect 085 yellow.
Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play barefaced. But, masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me 090 in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonlight; [091] there will we rehearse, for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with company, and our devices known. In the meantime I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.
[095] Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse most obscenely [096] and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu.
Quin. At the duke’s oak we meet.
Bot. Enough; hold or cut bow-strings. [Exeunt.