Misummer que lines

Robin Starevling, the tailor?

Here, Peter Quince.

By ‘r lakin, a parlous fear

I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.

Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?

I fear it, I promise you.

Have you sent to Bottom’s house? Is he come home yet?

He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is transported.

O sweet bully Bottom! A the duke had not given him sixpence a day for playing.

This lanthorn doth the hornèd moon present—

He should have worn the horns on his head.

This lanthorn doth the hornèd moon present. Myself the man i’ th’ moon do seem to be—

Proceed, Moon.

All that I have to say is to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thornbush, my thornbush; and this dog, my dog.