HIP.
I am aweary of this moon: would he would change!
THE.
It appears, by his small light of discretion, that he is on 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 i’ the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
DEM.