Quince, the Carpenter:
Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. And we will do it in action as we will do it before the duke. Pyramus, you begin.
Bottom:
Well, I begin. Oh, Thisny!
Quince, the Carpenter:
And when you have spoken your speech...
Bottom:
Then I stop.
Quince, the Carpenter:
No, no.
Bottom:
Well, then I go on.
Quince, the Carpenter:
No, no! Then you enter into that brake; and so everyone according to his cue. Thisby! Stand forth. Speak, Pyramus.
Bottom:
Oh, Thisny, the flowers -...
Quince, the Carpenter:
"Oh, Thisby."
Bottom:
This-nee.
Quince, the Carpenter:
This-bee!
Bottom:
Nay!
Quince, the Carpenter:
Ay!
Bottom:
Nay!
Quince, the Carpenter:
Ay!
Bottom:
This
[he pulls his copy of the script from his waist]

Bottom:
... This
[he reads the scroll and scowls]

Bottom:
... This... neebay. "The flowers of odious - -"
Quince, the Carpenter:
Odorous, odorous!
Bottom:
Odorous, odorous. The flowers odi - - the flowers odorous savors sweet. "Oh, Thisby, the flowers of odorous savors sweet; so have thy breath...
[He gets a whiff of Flute's breath and recoils]

Bottom:
Oh, Thisby, my dearest Thisby dear. But hark!"
[Flute erupts into a coughing fit. Bottom throws down his scroll, storms off, and is led back by Quince. He points accusatively at Flute]

Bottom:
Thisny!
Quince, the Carpenter:
[handing back Bottom's scroll]
Thisby.
Bottom:
"But hark, a voice! Stay you but here a while, and by and by I will to you appear."
[He exits the wrong way]

Quince, the Carpenter:
Into that brake!
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 07:40

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