Hip. I am aweary of this moon: would he
would change!
The. It appears, by his small light of discre-
tion, that he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy,
in all reason, we must stay the time.261
Lys. Proceed, Moon.
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.
Dem. Why, all these should be in the lan-
tern; for all these are in the moon. But,
silence! here comes Thisbe.269
Enter Thisbe.
This. This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?
Lion. Oh—. The Lion roars; Thisbe runs off.
Dem. Well roared, Lion.272
The. Well run, Thisbe.
Hip. Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon
shines with a good grace.
[The Lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and exit.]
The. Well moused, Lion.276
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,
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering beams,
I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,284
What dreadful dole is here!
261 stay: await
276 moused: torn (as a cat tears a mouse)
