Enter Puck behind.
Puck: What hempen homespuns have we swagg'ring here, So near the cradle of the Fairly Queen? What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor; And actor too perhaps, if I see cause.
Quince: Speak, Pyramus. Thisby,stand forth.
Bottom: Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet--
Quince: 'Odious' --odorous!
Bottom: -odours savours sweet; So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear, But hark, a voice! Stay thou but here awhile, And by and by I will to thee appear.
Exit.
Puck: A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here!
Exit.
Flute: Must I speak now?
Quince:
Ay marry must you; for you must understand he
goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is
to come again.