But hark, a voice! stay thou but here [077] awhile,
And by and by I will to thee appear. [Exit.
Puck. [079] A stranger Pyramus than e’er play’d here. [Exit.
[080] Flu. Must I speak now?
[081] Quin. Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he
goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.
Flu. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,
[085] Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,