I’ll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny’s tomb.
Quin. ‘Ninus’ tomb,’ man: why, you must not speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your 090 part at once, cues and all. Pyramus enter: your cue is past; it is, ‘never tire.’
Flu. O,—As true as truest horse, that yet would never [092] tire.
Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass’s head.
[093] Bot. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.
Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, [095] masters! fly, masters! Help! [Exeunt Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling.
[096] Puck. I’ll follow you, I’ll lead you about a round,
[097] Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound,
[099] A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;