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Night's Dream, V. i  

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.

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.

This. This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?

Lion. Oh—.

Dem. Well roared, Lion.

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.

Dem. And then came Pyramus.

Lys. And so the lion vanished.

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, What dreadful dole is here!  261 stay: await 276 moused: torn (as a cat tears a mouse) 