AHAHAHA. But my favourite line of all, by hippo-woman:
Methinks she should not use such a long one (death) for such a pyramus; I hope she will be brief.
THISBY ENDS!
After all, pyramus had to take like five lines to die.
Ay, that left pap, where heart doth hop;
Thus die I, thus thus thus (eloquent, isn't he?)
Now I am dead, now I am fled (now he is talking a lot), my soul is in the sky;
Tongue lose thy light (YES AND LOSE THY WORDS), moon take thy flight;
Now die, die, die, die, die.
DIE DIE DIE YOU LONG WINDED MAN.
Love, Lichie
Lichen was reightarded
