Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Hip. childe on a Recorder, a sound, but not in gouernment.
Thes. Thes.
Thes. His speech was like a tangled chaine: nothing
Thes. impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
Thes. Tawyer with a Trumpet before them.
Thes. Enter Pyramus and Thisby, Wall, Moone‑shine, and Lyon.
Prol. Prol.
Prol. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show,
Prol. But wonder on, till truth make all things plaine.
Prol. This man is Piramus, if you would know;
Prol. This beauteous Lady, Thisby is certaine.
Prol. This man, with lyme and rough‑cast, doth present
Prol. Wall, that vile wall, which did these louers sunder:
Prol. And through walls chink (poor soules) they are content
Prol. To whisper. At the which, let no man wonder.
Prol. This man, with Lanthorne, dog, and bush of thorne,
Prol. Here the corner of the page is torn away, obscuring the first part of the last three lines of the column. For if you will know,
Prol. Louers thinke no scorne
Prol. ere, there to wooe:
Prol. This grizy beast (which Lyon hight by name)