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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Theseus.
A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.
Demetrius.
The very best at a beast, my lord, that e’er I saw.
Lysander.
This lion is a very fox for his valour.
Theseus.
True; and a goose for his discretion,
Demetrius.
Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.
Theseus.
His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon.
Moon.
This lanthorn doth the horned moon present;—
Demetrius.
He should have worn the horns on his head.
Theseus.
He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible within the circumference.
