This is old Ninny’s tomb. Where is my love?

Flute, as Thisbe
This is old Ninny’s tomb. Where is my love?
Snug, as Lion
O!
 The Lion roars.Thisbe runs off, dropping her mantle.
Demetrius
Well roared, Lion.
Theseus
Well run, Thisbe.

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

Hippolyta
Well shone, Moon. Truly, the Moon shines
with a good grace.
 Lion worries the mantle.
Theseus
Well moused, Lion.
 Enter Pyramus (Bottom).
Demetrius
And then came Pyramus.
 Lion exits.
Lysander
And so the lion vanished.
Bottom, as Pyramus
Sweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams.
  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,
 What dreadful dole is here! 
   Eyes, do you see!
   How can it be!
 O dainty duck! O dear!
   Thy mantle good—
   What, stained with blood?
 Approach, ye Furies fell!
   O Fates, come, come,
   Cut thread and thrum,
 Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!
Theseus
This passion, and the death of a dear friend,
would go near to make a man look sad.
Hippolyta
Beshrew my heart but I pity the man.
Bottom, as Pyramus
O, wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame,
 Since lion vile hath here deflowered my dear,
Which is—no, no—which was the fairest dame
 That lived, that loved, that liked, that looked with cheer?
   Come, tears, confound!
   Out, sword, and wound
 The pap of Pyramus;
   Ay, that left pap,
   Where heart doth hop. Pyramus stabs himself.
 Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
   Now am I dead;
   Now am I fled;
 My soul is in the sky.
   Tongue, lose thy light!
   Moon, take thy flight! Moonshine exits.
 Now die, die, die, die, die. Pyramus falls.
Demetrius
No die, but an ace for him, for he is but one.
Lysander
Less than an ace, man, for he is dead, he is nothing.
Theseus
With the help of a surgeon he might yet
recover and yet prove an ass.