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Night's Dream, III. i  Lysander, look how I do quake with fear: Methought a serpent eat my heart away, And you sat smiling at his cruel prey. Lysander! what! remov'd?—Lysander! lord! What! out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word? Alack! where are you? speak, an if you hear; Speak, of all loves! I swound almost with fear. No! then I well perceive you are not nigh: Either death or you I'll find immediately.

 

Bot. Are we all met?

Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous con- venient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we will do it in action as we will do it before the duke.

Bot. Peter Quince,—

Quin. What sayst thou, bully Bottom?

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill him- self, which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?  150 prey: preying 154 of: for the sake of swound: swoon  Scene One S. d. Clowns: men of the lower class; also, comedians 5 tiring-house: dressing-room 8 bully: a friendly term equivalent to 'good old' 