No. 10a Prologue
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(Quince)
Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain:
Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast;
And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died.