Enter Puck behind.
[068] Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,
So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
070 What, a play toward! I’ll be an auditor;
[071] An actor too perhaps, if I see cause.
Quin. Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.
[073] Bot. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,—
[074] Quin. Odours, odours.
075 Bot. —— odours savours sweet:
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby [076] dear.