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SCENE. A public road.

Enter PUTIN, RUSSIA, OBAMA

PUTIN

Come on, i' God's name; once more toward our father's.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

RUSSIA

The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight now.

PUTIN

I say it is the moon that shines so bright.

RUSSIA

I know it is the sun that shines so bright.

PUTIN

Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house.
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!

OBAMA

Say as he says, or we shall never go.

RUSSIA

Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
An if you please to call it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

PUTIN

I say it is the moon.

RUSSIA

I know it is the moon.

PUTIN

Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun.

RUSSIA

Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:
But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is;
And so it shall be so for Russia.

OBAMA

Putin, go thy ways; the field is won.