The Play.
Lysander.Proceed, Moone.
Moone.All that I have to say, is to tell you, that the Lanthorne is the Moone; I, the man in the Moone; this thorne bush, my thorne bush; and this dog, my dog....
And here is a stanza from a very old poem about that same "man in the Moone":
Mon, in the mone, stond ant streit,
On is bot-forke is burthen he bereth:
Hit is muche wonder that he na down slyt,
For doute leste he valle he shoddreth ant shereth:
When the frost freseth muche chele he byd,
The thornes beth kene is hattren to-tereth;