"An I may hide my face, let me play Thisbe too! I'll speak in a monstrous little voice..."

"Will not the ladies be afeared of the lion? I fear it, I promise you."

"Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show..."

"I see a voice! Now will I to the chink to spy, and I can hear my Thisbe's face..."

"Eyes, do you see? How can it be? Oh dainty duck! Oh dear! Thy mantle good...what, stained with blood?"

"Asleep my love? What dead, my dove?!"

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