1 SNOUT You can never bring in a wall.
2 Pyramus draws near the wall; silence.
3 O kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.
4 I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.
5 The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
6 No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted their fathers.
7 No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear without warning.
8 O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, For parting my fair Pyramus and me.
9 Then there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisbe, says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall.
10 And let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisbe whisper.
11 This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth show That I am that same wall; the truth is so: And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.
12 This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder; And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content To whisper, at the which let no man wonder.
13 In this same interlude it doth befall That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: And such a wall as I would have you think That had in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisbe, Did whisper often very secretly.