LYSANDER.
Proceed, Moon.
MOON.
All that I have to say, is to tell you that the lantern is the moon; I the man i’ the moon; this thorn-bush my thorn-bush; and this dog my dog.
DEMETRIUS.
Why, all these should be in the lantern, for all these are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisbe.
Enter Thisbe.
THISBE.
This is old Ninny’s tomb. Where is my love?
LION.
Oh!
[The Lion roars, Thisbe runs off.]
DEMETRIUS.
Well roared, Lion.
THESEUS.
Well run, Thisbe.
HIPPOLYTA.
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.