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MOON. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the lanthorn is the moon; I, the Man-in-the-moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
DEMETRIUS. Why, all these should be in the lanthorn; for they are in the moon.
But silence! here comes Thisbe.
"This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?"
"Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
But stay;-O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
What! stain'd with blood?
O Fates! come, come;
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!"
go near to make a man look sad.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
"O, wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame, Since lion vild hath here deflour'd my dear? Which is no, no-which was the fairest dame,
That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik'd, that look'd with cheer.
Come, tears, confound;
Ay, that left pap,
Now am I fled ;
My soul is in the sky:
Tongue, lose thy light!
[Dies. - Exit Moonshine.
DEMETRIUS. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
HIPPOLYTA. How chance Moonshine is gone, before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
THESEUS. She will find him by starlight. Here she comes, and her passion ends the play.
HIPPOLYTA. Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
DEMETRIUS. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us; she for a woman, God bless us.
She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.