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Enter Thisbe.

Thisbe.

This is old Ninny’s tomb, Where is my love?

Lion.

[Roaring] Oh—— [Thisbe runs off.

Demetrius.

Well roared, Lion.

Theseus.

Well run, Thisbe.

Hippolyta.

Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a good grace.
[The Lion shakes Thisbe’s mantle, and exit.

Theseus.

Well moused, Lion.

Lysander.

And so the lion vanished.

Demetrius.

And then came Pyramus.

Enter Pyramus.

Pyramus.

Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;

I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;