Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Quince Francis Flute, The Bellows-mender. Flute Here, Peter Quince. Quince Flute, You Must Take Thisby On You. Flute What Is Thisby? A Wandering Knight? Quince It Is The Lady That Pyramus Must Love. Flute Nay, Faith, Let Me Not Play A Woman; I Have A Beard Coming.