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Well shone, Moon! Truly, the moon shines [260] with a good grace.
(The Lion worries the mantle, and exit.)

T HESEUS

Well moused, Lion!

DEMET RIUS

And then came Pyramus-

LY SANDER

And so the lion vanished.

Enter Pyramus.

PY RAMUS

Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; [265]
I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
For by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisbe sight.

But stay! O spite!
But mark, poor knight, [270]
What dreadful dole is here?
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good, [275]
What! Stain’d with blood?
Approach, ye Furies fell!
O Fates, come, come!
Cut thread and thrum:
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell. [280]

T HESEUS

This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man
look sad.

HIPPOLY T A

Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

PY RAMUS