A Midsommer nightes dreame.
¶A Lyon fell, nor el
se no Lyons damme.
¶For, if I
should, as Lyon, come in
strife,
¶Into this place, 'twere pitty on my life.
2030Duk. A very gentle bea
st, and of a good con
science.
¶Deme. The very be
st at a bea
st, my Lord, that ere I
saw.
¶Lys. This Lyon is a very fox, for his valour.
¶Duk. True: and a goo
se for his di
scretion.
¶De. Not
so my Lord. For his valour cannot carry his di
s-
2035cretion: and the fox carries the goo
se.
¶Duk. His di
scretion, I am
sure, cannot carry his valour.
¶For the goo
se carries not the fox. It is well: leaue it to his
¶di
scretion, and let vs li
sten to the Moone.
¶Moone. This lanthorne doth the horned moone pre
sent.
¶Deme. He
should haue worne the hornes, on his head.
¶Duk. He is no cre
scent, and his hornes are inui
sible, with-
¶Moone. This lanthorne doth the horned moone pre
sent,
2045My
selfe, the man ith Moone, doe
seeme to be.
¶Duke. This is the greate
st errour of all the re
st; the man
¶should be put into the lanthorne. How is it el
se the man ith
¶Deme. He dares not come there, for the candle. For,
2050you
see, it is already in
snuffe.
¶Dutch. I am aweary of this Moone. Would hee woulde
¶Duke. It appeares, by his
small light of di
scretion, that
¶hee is in the wane: but yet in curte
sie, in all rea
son, wee
¶Moon. All that I haue to
say, is to tell you, that the lan-
thorne is the Moone, I the man ith Moone, this thorne bush
¶my thorne bu
sh, and this dogge my dogge.
2060Deme. Why? All the
se
should be in the lanthorne: for all
¶the
se are in the Moone. But
silence: here comes
Thisby.
¶_Enter Thisby. Th. This is ould
Ninies tumbe. Where is my loue?
Lyon.Oh.
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