Pyramus 

    I fear my Thisby’s promise is forgot! 
    And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, 
    That stand’st between her father’s ground and mine! 
    Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, 
    Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne! 

    But what see I? No Thisby do I see. 
    O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss! 
    Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me! 

Thisbe 


    O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, 
    For parting my fair Pyramus and me! 
    My cherry lips have often kiss’d thy stones, 
    Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. 


Pyramus 


    I see a voice: now will I to the chink, 
    To spy an I can hear my Thisby’s face. Thisby! 


Thisbe 


    My love thou art, my love I think. 


Wall 


    Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; 
    And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.