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Rh So methinks:

And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,

Mine own, and not mine own.

Are you sure

That we are awake? It seems to me

That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think

The duke was here, and bid us follow him?

Yea; and my father.

And Hippolyta.

And he did bid us follow to the temple.

Why, then, we are awake: let’s follow him;

And by the way let us recount our dreams.

When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer: my next is, ‘Most fair Pyramus.’ Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the