[296] Tongue, lose thy light;
[297] Moon, take thy flight: [Exit Moonshine.
[298] Now die, die, die, die, die. [Dies.
Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
300 Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
The. With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, [303] and prove an ass.
[304] Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe 305 comes back and finds her lover?
The. She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.
Re-enter Thisbe.
Hip. Methinks she should not use a long one for such a Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.