I remember having so much fun doing the Pyramus and Thisbe play.
But there once lived in Babylonia two lovers named Pyramus and Thisbe, who were parted by a strange mischance.
The Thisbe continued her course day after day over the world of waters.
Shakespeare had probably met with the story of Pyramus and Thisbe in more than one form.
Thisbe sprang up, and dropping her cloak in her haste ran to hide herself in a neighboring cave.
But Cnemon took away his sword, got a torch lighted and found that the woman was Thisbe and in her dead hand was a letter.
