_Moon._ This lanthorn doth the horned moon present; Myself the man i’ the moon do seem to be. _The._ This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man should be put into the lantern. How is it else the man i’ 240 the moon? _Dem._ He dares not come there for the candle; for, you see, it is already in snuff. _Hip._ I am aweary of this moon: would he would change! 245 _The._ It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all reason, we must stay the time. _Lys._ Proceed, Moon. _Moon._ All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the 250 lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog. _Dem._ Why, all these should be in the lantern; for all these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe. _Enter_ THISBE. _This._ This is old Ninny’s tomb. Where is my love? 255 _Lion._ [_Roaring_] Oh—— [_Thisbe runs off._ _Dem._ Well roared, Lion. _The._ Well run, Thisbe. _Hip._ Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace. [_The Lion shakes Thisbe’s mantle, and exit._ 260 _The._ Well moused, Lion. _Dem._ And then came Pyramus. _Lys._ And so the lion vanished. _Enter_ PYRAMUS. _Pyr._ Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright; 265 For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams, I trust to take of truest Thisby sight. But stay, O spite! But mark, poor knight, What dreadful dole is here! 270 Eyes, do you see? How can it be? O dainty duck! O dear! Thy mantle good, What, stain’d with blood! 275 Approach, ye Furies fell! O Fates, come, come, Cut thread and thrum; Quail, crush, conclude, and quell! _The._ This passion, and the death of a dear friend, 280 would go near to make a man look sad. _Hip._ Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.