The actors are at hand; and, by their show,
You shall know all, that you are like to know.
[118] The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.
Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not [120] enough to speak, but to speak true.
[122] Hip. Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a [123] child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.
[124] The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, [125] but all disordered. Who is next?
Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion.
Pro. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
This man is Pyramus, if you would know;