There's not a note of mine that's worth the noting.
There's some ill planet reigns: I must be patient till the heavens look With an aspect more favourable.
The hideous god of war.
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.
Lady, with me, with me thy fortune lies.
Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.