Into that brake!

Quince, the Carpenter:
Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. And we will do it in action as we will do it before the duke. Pyramus, you begin. Bottom:
Well, I begin. Oh, Thisny! Quince, the Carpenter:
And when you have spoken your speech... Bottom:
Then I stop. Quince, the Carpenter:
No, no. Bottom:
Well, then I go on. Quince, the Carpenter:
No, no! Then you enter into that brake; and so everyone according to his cue. Thisby! Stand forth. Speak, Pyramus. Bottom:
Oh, Thisny, The flowers -... Quince, the Carpenter:
"Oh, Thisby." Bottom:
This-nee. Quince, the Carpenter:
This-bee! Bottom:
Nay! Quince, the Carpenter:
Ay! Bottom:
Nay! Quince, the Carpenter:
Ay! Bottom:
This [he pulls his copy of the script from his waist] Bottom:
... This [he reads the scroll and scowls] Bottom:
... This... neebay. "The flowers of odious - -" Quince, the Carpenter:
Odorous, odorous! Bottom:
Odorous, odorous. The flowers odi - - The flowers odorous savors sweet. "Oh, Thisby, The flowers of odorous savors sweet; so have thy breath... [He gets a whiff of Flute's breath and recoils] Bottom:
Oh, Thisby, my dearest Thisby dear. But hark!" [Flute erupts into a coughing fit. Bottom throws down his scroll, storms off, and is led back by Quince. He points accusatively at Flute] Bottom:
Thisny! Quince, the Carpenter:
[handing back Bottom's scroll]
Thisby. Bottom:
"But hark, a voice! Stay you but here a while, and by and by I will to you appear." [He exits the wrong way] Quince, the Carpenter:
Into that brake!