How chance Moonshine is gone

Hippolyta
How chance Moonshine is gone before
Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
Theseus
She will find him by starlight.
  Enter Thisbe (Flute).
Here she comes, and her passion ends the play.
Hippolyta
Methinks she should not use a long one for
such a Pyramus. I hope she will be brief.

A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus,
which Thisbe, is the better: he for a man, God
warrant us; she for a woman, God bless us.

Demetrius
A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus,
which Thisbe, is the better: he for a man, God
warrant us; she for a woman, God bless us.
Lysander
She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
Demetrius
And thus she means, videlicet—
Flute, as Thisbe

  Asleep, my love?
  What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
  Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
  Dead? Dead? A tomb
Must cover thy sweet eyes.
  These lily lips,
  This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks
  Are gone, are gone!
  Lovers, make moan;
His eyes were green as leeks.
  O Sisters Three,
  Come, come to me
With hands as pale as milk.
  Lay them in gore,
  Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
  Tongue, not a word!
  Come, trusty sword,
Come, blade, my breast imbrue!
     Thisbe stabs herself.
  And farewell, friends.
  Thus Thisbe ends.
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
    Thisbe falls.

Theseus
Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
Demetrius
Ay, and Wall too.
  Bottom and Flute arise.
Bottom
No, I assure you, the wall is down that
parted their fathers.