[255] This. This is old Ninny’s tomb. Where is my love?
[256] Lion. [Roaring] Oh—— [Thisbe runs off.
Dem. Well roared, Lion.
The. Well run, Thisbe.
Hip. Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with [260] a good grace. [The Lion shakes Thisbe’s mantle, and exit.
[261] The. Well moused, Lion.
[262] Dem. And then came Pyramus.
Lys. And so the lion vanished.
Enter Pyramus.
Pyr. Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;