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.

He that dies pays all debts.

Your "if" is the only peacemaker; much virtue in "if.

To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.

I cannot speak your england.

I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than an arrow from a bow

A table-full of welcome!