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This is old Ninny’s tomb, Where is my love?

[Roaring] Oh

Well roared, Lion.

Well run, Thisbe.

Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.

Well moused, Lion.

And so the lion vanished.

And then came Pyramus.

Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;

I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;