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Night's Dream, V. i  

This. My love! thou art my love, I think.

Pyr. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; And, like Limander, am I trusty still.

This. And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.

Pyr. Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

This. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.

Pyr. O! kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.

This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.

Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?

This. 'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay.

Wall. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

Exeunt Clowns.

The. Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.

Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning.

Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.

The. The best in this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.

Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.

The. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion.

Lion. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear &emsp;The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,  199 lover's grace: i.e., lover 200 Limander; cf. n. 207 'Tide: come 210 mural: wall; cf. n. 