_Re-enter_ QUINCE. QUINCE. And I can spy but one of my neighbours in this predestinated place I’ll be hanged. _Re-enter_ STARVELING, _with an owl’s head_. QUINCE. Bless us, Robin Starveling, what wizardry do I spy in you? STARVELING. Wizardry, an’ you call it, Peter Quince? Look to your own head an’ you would find out wizardry. There’s naught strange in me. _Re-enter_ SNUG, _with a bear’s head_. QUINCE _and_ STARVELING. Save us, good Snug, how art thou transmogrified! SNUG. Not so, neither, neighbours both. I am but Snug the joiner, as you might behold him of any working day, but you twain, methinks, are most marvellously encountered. QUINCE _and_ STARVELING. Speak for yourself, Master Snug: we are the same as you have known us ever. QUINCE. That is, I am the same, but Master Starveling is quite other than the simple man he was. STARVELING. Thou liest, Peter Quince. I am but plain Robin Starveling, but you are become a very monster. _Re-enter_ SNOUT, _with a deer’s head and horns_. QUINCE. Good masters three, you are enchanted, and pity o’ my life it is. ’Tis I alone that doth remain as much mankind as I was ever. SNOUT. An’ you count yourself the proper likeness of a man you are most horribly mistook, and so it is, Peter Quince. _Re-enter_ FLUTE, _with the head of a crocodile_. FLUTE. O neighbours all, what behold I here? What sorcerer has thus exorcised upon you? O could you be spy upon yourselves to know how unlike you are to plain citizens like me. QUINCE. A plain man, say you. Forsooth, yours is a very fearful manner of plainness, Francis Flute. But look at me, masters all, and you would gaze upon a plain man. STARVELING. Nay, look on me, in his stead. SNOUT. Not so, but on me. SNUG. These be liars, every mother’s son. Look upon me, I say, Francis Flute. FLUTE. Masters, hear but the simple truth. You are all of you deceived and have suffered most horrible enchantment, every mother’s son of you but me. Heaven help you, neighbours, and undo the spell that each and every one may become as I am. [_Gnashes his jaws fearfully._ ALL. That were most dire affliction of any that be in the varsal world, Francis Flute. FLUTE. And you were not something other than simple mankind I could try conclusions with you that speak thus enviously. Indeed, I am something that way toward, but now. [_Exeunt Omnes, fighting._ _Enter_ PUCK. PUCK. Thus have I put the simple senses all Of these rude knaves sorely distraught, for each Doth fear the other, deeming him the prey Of dark enchantment, while himself believes Himself none other than he was at first