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Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play
bare-faced. But, masters, here are your parts; and I am to entreat you,
request you, and [90] desire you, to con them by tomorrow night; and
meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonlight; 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, [95] such as our play wants. I pray you fail me not.
BOT T OM
We will meet, and there we may rehearse most obscenely and
courageously. Take pains, be perfect; adieu!
QUINCE
At the Duke’s oak we meet. [100]
BOT T OM
Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings.
Exeunt.
