Violet.

’Tis very fair.

Whetstone.

Why, there is the so-called fair moon now, sure enough! [Looking at the moon.] It shines like a new tin pan.

Violet.

The moon shines on thy armor, and thou thyself dost shine like a new tin pan.

Whetstone.

There’s the new moon, the quarter moon, the full moon, and the dark of the moon. The moon is good enough in its place.

Violet.

Why, where is the moon’s place, if not in heaven?