Thisbe: “This is old Ninny’s tomb. Where is my love?”
I made a roaring sound off stage then charged on roaring like a lion. Sharon, as Thisbe, screamed and ran off, dropping her shawl as she did so. I picked up the shawl and shook it much like a lion might do, dropped it to the ground, and then I ran off after her. Nearly all our actions were overdone as they might be done in a very amateur show.
Pyramus entered on the empty stage. He looked up towards the sky.
Pyramus: “I thank thee, moon, for shining so bright, for by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams, I trust to taste of truest Thisbe’s sight.”
I stood off stage with a torch on and shining it towards Michael on stage.
Pyramus: “But stay, O spite! But mark, poor Knight! What dreadful dole is here! Eyes do you see? How can it
