Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wall. Did whisper often, very secretly.
Wall. This loame, this rough‑cast, and this stone doth shew,
Wall. That I am that same Wall; the truth is so.
Wall. And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Wall. Through which the fearefull Louers are to whisper.
Thes. Thes.
Thes. Would you desire Lime and Haire to speake
Thes. better?
Deme. Deme.
Deme. It is the vvittiest partition, that euer I heard
Deme. discourse, my Lord.
Thes. Pyramus drawes neere the Wall, silence.
Thes. Enter Pyramus.
Pir. Pir.
Pir. O grim lookt night, ô night with hue so blacke,
Pir. O night, which euer art, when day is not:
Pir. O night, ô night, alacke, alacke, alacke,
Pir. I feare my Thisbies promise is forgot.
Pir. And thou ô vvall, thou sweet and louely vvall,