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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Enter Thisbe.
Thisbe.
This is old Ninny’s tomb, Where is my love?
Lion.
[Roaring] Oh[Thisbe runs off.
Demetrius.
Well roared, Lion.
Theseus.
Well run, Thisbe.
Hippolyta.
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
[The Lion shakes Thisbe’s mantle, and exit.
Theseus.
Well moused, Lion.
Lysander.
And so the lion vanished.
Demetrius.
And then came Pyramus.
Enter Pyramus.
Pyramus.
Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;