Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Moon. All that I haue to say, is to tell you, that the
Moon. Lanthorne is the Moone; I, the man in the Moone; this
Moon. thorne bush, my thorne bush; and this dog, my dog.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Why all these should be in the Lanthorne: for
Dem. they are in the Moone. But silence, heere comes Thisby.
Dem. Enter Thisby.
This. This.
This. This is old Ninnies tombe: where is my loue?
Lyon. Lyon.
Lyon. Oh.
Lyon. The Lion roares, Thisby runs off.
Dem. Well roar'd Lion.
Du. Du.
Du. Well run Thisby.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Well shone Moone.
Dut. Truly the Moone shines with a good grace.