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Rh Would you desire lime and hair to speak better?

It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord.

Pyramus draws near the wall: silence!

O grim-look’d night! O night with hue so black!

O night, which ever art when day is not!

O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,

I fear my Thisby’s promise is forgot!

And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,

That stand’st between her father’s ground and mine!

Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!

But what see I? No Thisby do I see

O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss!

Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!