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PY RAMUS
No, in truth sir, he should not. ‘Deceiving me’ is Thisbe’s cue: she is to
enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see it will fall
pat as I told you: yonder she comes. [185]
Enter Thisbe.
T HISBE
O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
My cherry lips have often kiss’d thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
PY RAMUS
I see a voice; now will I to the chink, [190]
To spy and I can hear my Thisbe’s face.
Thisbe?
T HISBE
My love thou art, my love I think!
PY RAMUS
Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover’s grace;
And like Limander am I trusty still.
T HISBE
And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill. [195]
PY RAMUS
Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
T HISBE
As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
PY RAMUS
O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
T HISBE
I kiss the wall’s hole, not your lips at all.
