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Clo.
When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer.
My next is, most faire Piramus. Hey ho. Peter Quince?
Flute the bellowes‑mender? Snout the tinker? Starue
ling? Gods my life! Stolne hence, and left me asleepe: I
haue had a most rare vision. I had a dreame, past the wit
of man, to say, what dreame it was. Man is but an Asse,
if he goe about to expound this dreame. Me‑thought I
was, there is no man can tell what. Me‑thought I was,
and me‑thought I had. But man is but a patch'd foole,
if he will offer to say, what me‑thought I had. The eye of
man hath not heard, the eare of man hath not seen, mans
hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceiue, nor his