"Hippolyta." "I wooed you with my sword and won your love doing you injuries." "But I will wed you in another key." "With pomp, with triumph and with reveling." "Theseus be blessed" "For making up this peace" "When earthly things made" "Even atone together" "Then there is mirth" "In heavens" "Theseus be blessed For making up this peace" "When earthly things made" "Even atone together" "Then there is mirth" "In heaven" "Theseus be blessed" "For making up this peace" "When earthly things made" "Even atone together" "Then there is mirth in heaven" "In heaven" "Trumpets and fifes Trumpets and fifes" "Make dance the sun Make dance the sun" "Trumpets and fifes Trumpets and fifes" "Make dance the sun Make dance the sun" "Trumpets and fifes Trumpets and fifes" "Make dance the sun Make dance the sun" "Trumpets and fifes Trumpets and fifes" "Make dance the sun Make dance the sun" "Theseus be blessed, be blessed" "Theseus be blessed" "Welcome, welcome, Theseus" "Welcome, Theseus" "Hail" "Theseus, hail" "Go, Philostrate." "Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments." "Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth." "Turn melancholy forth to funerals." "The pale companion is not for our pomp." "Stand forth, Lysander." "With cunning did you steal my daughter's heart." "Turned her obedience, which is due to me, to stubborn harshness." "I am, my lord, beloved of beauteous Hermia." "But she is mine." "I may dispose of her." "Which shall be either to Demetrius, or to her death." "According to our law, immediately provided in that case." "So will I die, my father." "Before I yield my maiden virtue up unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke my soul consents not to give sovereignty." "Relent, sweet Hermia." "Lysander, yield your crazed title to my certain right." "You have her father's love, Demetrius." "Let me have Hermia's." " You marry him." " Scornful Lysander." "True, he has my love." "And what is mine, my love shall give to him." "And she is mine, and all my right of her, I hereby grant unto Demetrius." "My fortune is, my lord, as fairly ranked, if not with vantage, as Demetrius'." "Here is the scroll of every man's name which is thought fit through all Athens." "To play..." "In our interlude..." "Shhh." "...before the duke and the duchess on his wedding day at night." "Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour draws on apace." "Four happy days bring in another moon:" "But, oh, methinks how slow this old moon wanes." "She lingers my desires." "Four days will quickly steep themselves in night." "Four nights will quickly dream away the time." "And then, the moon, like to a silver bow, new-bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities." "Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke." "Thanks, good Egeus." "What's the news with you?" "Full of vexation am I and complain against my child, my daughter, Hermia." "Stand forth, Demetrius." "My noble lord, this man has my consent to marry her." "Stand forth, Lysander." "And, my gracious duke, this man has bewitch'd the bosom of my child." "You, you, Lysander, you have by moonlight at her window, sung with feigning voice, verses of feigning love." "Be it so." "She will not here before your grace, consent to marry with Demetrius." "I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, as she is mine, I may dispose of her." "For disobedience to her father's will, either to die the death or to give up forever the society of men." "What say you, Hermia?" "Be advised, fair maid." "Demetrius is a worthy gentleman." "So is Lysander." "In himself, he is." "But in this case, lacking your father's voice, the other must be held the worthier." "I am, my lord, as nobly born as he, as well possess'd." "My love is more than his." "Demetrius..." "I'll declare it to his face." "Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, and won her soul." "And she, sweet lady, dotes, devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry upon this fickle and inconstant man." "But I beseech your grace that I may know that the worst that may befall me in this case if I refuse to wed Demetrius." "Either to fit your fancies to your father's will, or else the law of Athens yields you up, and mark, by no means may we alter it." "To death, or to avow a single life." "So will I..." "Hermia." "The course of true love never did run smooth." "Oh, spite." "To choose love by another's eyes." "Hear me, Hermia." "And if you love me, then steal forth your father's house tomorrow night." "To the wood, a league without the town, will I go with you." "I have a widow aunt, a dowager from Athens is her house removed seven leagues." "There, gentle Hermia, may I marry you." "And to that place, the sharp Athenian law cannot pursue us." "Keep word, Lysander." "We must starve our sight from lovers' food till morrow deep midnight." "Oh, my good Lysander." "Larry, our play is "the most lamentable comedy" ""and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe. "" "First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on." "Then read the names of the actors and so grow on to a point." " Answer as I call you." " Masters, spread yourselves." "Answer as I call you." " "Nick Bottom, the Weaver. "" " Ready." "Name what part I am for and proceed." "Nick Bottom, you are set down for..." "Pyramus." "I play Pyramus." "I play Pyramus." "I play Pyramus." "What is Pyramus?" "A lover or a tyrant?" "A lover... that kills himself most gallantly for love." "A lover." "A lover." "If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes." "I will move storms:" "Yet my chief humor is for a tyrant." "I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split." ""Francis Flute. "" "The raging rocks and shivering shocks shall break the locks of prison gates." "And Phibbus' car shall shine from far and make and mar the foolish fates." "Francis Flute." "This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein." "A lover is more, uh, mm... condoling." "Francis Flute, the Bellows-mender!" "Nay." "Here, Peter Quince." "Flute..." "Flute, you must take..." "Thisbe on you." "Thisbe?" "What is Thisbe?" "A wandering knight?" "A wandering knight." "It is the lady that Pyramus must love." "A lady." "Nay, faith, let not me play a woman." " Flute." " Nay, I have a beard coming." "That's all one." "You shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will." "Pyramus, Pyra..." "As small as you will." "If I may hide my face, let me play Thisbe too." " No." " I will speak in a monstrous little voice." " No." " Listen, listen." "Oh, Pyramus, my lover dear." " No." "Thy Thisbe dear, and lady dear." "No, no!" "No." "You must play Pyramus." "And, Flute, you Thisbe." "Well... proceed." " "Robin Starveling, the Tailor. "" " Here, Peter Quince, here, Peter Quince." "You must play..." "Thisbe's mother." ""Tom Snout, the Tinker. "" "Here, Peter Quince." "You, Pyramus' father." "Myself, Thisbe's father." "Snug, the joiner." "You, the lion's part." "And I hope here is a play fitted." "Have you the lion's part written?" "Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study." "You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring." "Let me play the lion too." "I will roar you, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me:" "I will roar, that I will make the duke say, "Let him roar again!"" ""Let him roar again. "" "If you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek, and that were enough to hang us." "But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove." "I will roar you an't were any nightingale." "You can play no part but Pyramus." "Oh, Pyramus." "For Pyramus is a sweet-faced man." "A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day." "A most lovely gentleman-like man." "Therefore, you must needs play Pyramus." "Well..." "I will undertake it." "But, masters, here are your parts." "Thisbe's mother, Thisbe's mother, Thisbe's mother." "Pyramus." "Pyramus." " Thisbe's mother, Thisbe's mother." " And I am to entreat you," " Oh, Thisbe's mother." "Request you and desire you, to con them by tomorrow night." "And let us by moonlight to the palace wood a mile without the town." "There will we rehearse for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with company and our devices known." "We will meet." "And there we may rehearse most obscenely and courageously." "Take pains, be perfect." "Adieu." "How, now, Spirit!" "Whither wander you?" "Over hill, over dale Through bush, through brier" "Over park, over pale Through flood, through fire" "I do wander everywhere Swifter than the moon's sphere" "And I serve the Queen of Fairies" "Are not you he that frights the maidens of the village?" "Thou speakest aright." "I am that merry wanderer of the night." "I jest to Oberon and make him smile when I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile neighing in a likeness of a filly foal." "The king doth keep his revels here tonight." "Take heed the queen, come not within his sight." "For Oberon is passing fell and wrath because that she as her attendant hath a lovely boy stolen from an Indian king." "She never had so sweet a changeling." "But jealous Oberon would have the child knight of his train to trace the forest wild." "But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy." "How, now, here comes Oberon!" "llI met by moonlight, proud Titania." "What, jealous Oberon." "Fairies, skip hence." "I have forsworn his bed and company." "Tarry, rash wanton." "Do you amend it then?" "It lies in you." "Why should Titania cross her Oberon?" "I do but beg a little changeling boy to be my henchman." "Set your heart at rest." "The fairy land buys not the child of me." "His mother was a votaress of my order." "And for her sake, do I rear up her boy, and for her sake, I will not part with him." "How long within this wood intend you stay?" "Perchance till after Theseus' wedding day." "If you will patiently dance in our round and see our moonlight revels, go with us." "If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts." "Give me that boy, and I will go with thee." "Not for thy fairy kingdom." "Fairies, away." "My gentle Puck, come hither." "Fetch me that flower, the herb I shew'd thee once." "Before milk white, now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it love in idleness." "The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid will make or man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees." "Fetch me this herb." "And be thou here again ere the leviathan can swim a league." "I'll put a girdle round about the Earth in 40 minutes!" "Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood." "And... to speak truth..." "I have forgot our way." "I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit" "So that but one heart" "We can make of it" "Two bosoms" "Interchained with an oath" "So then two bosoms" "And a single troth" "You told me they were stolen into this wood." "And here am I, like wood within this wood, because I cannot meet my Hermia." "I will overhear their conference." "I love you not, therefore pursue me not." "Where are Lysander and fair Hermia?" "The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me." "You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant." "Give up your power to draw, and I shall have no power to follow you." "Do I entice you?" "Do I speak you fair?" "Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth tell you I do not, nor I cannot love you?" "And even for that do I love you the more." "I'll run from you and hide me in the brakes." "And leave you to the mercy of wild beasts." "The wildest has not such a heart as you." "If you follow me, you may be sure that I shall do you mischief in the wood." "Ay, in the temple, in the town, in the field, you do me mischief." "We cannot fight for love, as men may do." "We should be wooed and were not made to woo." "You're..." "I'll follow you... and make a heaven of hell." "To die upon the hand I love so well." "Fare thee well, nymph." "Before he leaves this grove, thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love." "Oh, Peter Quince." " Peter Quince." " What say you, bully Bottom?" "There are things in this, uh, comedy of Pyramus and Thisbe that will never please." "First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself." " And?" " And which the ladies cannot abide." "How answer you that?" "By heavens, a grave mistake." "I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done." "Not a whit." "I have a device to make all well." "Write me a prologue." "And let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed." "And then, for the more better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus." "Huh?" "But Bottom the weaver." "This will put them out of fear." "Well, we will have such a prologue." "Then, there's another thing." " We must have a wall in the great chamber." " A wall?" "For Pyramus and Thisbe, says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall." "But you can never bring in a wall." "What say you, Bottom?" "Some man or other must present wall." "Let him have some plaster or some loam, or rough-cast about him to signify wall." "And let him hold his fingers thus." "And through this cranny shall Pyramus and Thisbe whisper." "If that may be, then all is well." "Welcome, wanderer." "Hast thou the flower there?" " Here it is!" " I pray thee, give it me." "I know a bank Where the wild thyme blows" "Where oxlips And the nodding violet grows" "Quite over-canopied With luscious woodbine" "With sweet musk-roses And with eglantine" "There sleeps Titania Sometime of the night" "Lull'd in these flowers With dances and delight" "And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes" "And make her full of hateful fantasies" "The next thing then She waking looks upon" "She shall pursue it With the soul of love" "And before I take this charm off From her sight" "I'll make her render up this boy to me" "Take thou some of it and seek through this grove." "A sweet Athenian lady is in love with a disdainful youth." "Anoint his eyes." "But do it when the next thing he espies may be the lady." "Thou shalt know him by the Athenian garments he hath on." "Effect it with some care so he may prove more fond of her than she is of her love." "Look thou we meet before the first cock crows." "Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so." "Sing me now asleep." "Then to your duties go, and let me rest." "Philomel, with melody" "Sing in our sweet lullaby" "Good night, with lullaby" "Never harm, nor spell, nor charm" "Come our lovely lady nigh" "Good night, with lullaby" "Weaving spiders, come not here" "Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence" "Beetles black, approach not near" "Worm do no offense" "Philomel, with melody" "Sing in our sweet lullaby" "Good night, with lullaby" "What thou seest when thou dost wake" "Do it for thy truelove take" "Be it leopard, cat, or bear Wolf or boar with bristled hair" "In thine eye that shall appear" "When thou wakest, it is thy dear" "Through the forest have I gone" "Have I gone, have I gone" "But Athenian found I none Found I, found I none" "On whose eyes I am to prove Am to prove, am to prove" "This flower's force in stirring love" "Stirring" "Stirring" "Love" "We'll rest us, Hermia." "If you think it good." "And bathe here for the comfort of the day." "Be it so, Lysander." "Find you out a bed." "For I, upon this bank, will rest my head." "One turf shall serve as pillow for us both." "One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth." "Nay, good Lysander." "For my sake, my dear, lie further off yet." "Do not lie so near." "Oh, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!" "Then by your side no bedroom me deny." "For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie." "Lysander riddles very prettily." "But, gentle friend... for love and courtesy, lie further off." "In human modesty, such separation, as may well be said, becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid." "So far be distant." "And good night, sweet friend." "Your love ne'er alter till your sweet life end." "Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I." "And then end life when I end loyalty." "Here is my bed." "Sleep give you all his rest." "With half that wish, the wisher's eyes be pressed." "Through the forest have I gone" "Have I gone, have I gone" "But..." "Night and silence." "Who is here?" "Dress of Athens he doth wear." "This is he, my master said." "Despised of the Athenian maid." "And here's the maiden, sleeping sound." "On the damp and dirty ground." "Pretty soul." "She dares not lie near this lack-love." "Fool." "Fool, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth hold" "When thou wak'st, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid" "So awake when I am gone" "For I must go to Oberon" "Ho, there!" "Hast thou charmed the Athenians eyes with the love juice, as I did bid thee do?" "I took him sleeping." "That is finished too." "And the Athenian woman by his side." "So when he wakes, by him she must be eyed." "What has't thou done?" "Thou has't mistaken quite." "And laid the love juice on some true love's sight." "Believe me, King of Shadows, I mistook." "Did not you tell me I should know the man by the Athenian garments he had on?" "And so far am I glad this so did sort." "For this, their jangling, I esteem a sport." "When beasts that meet me run away for fear." "It is no wonder that Demetrius, should like a monster, fly my presence thus." "But who is here?" "Lysander!" "On the ground." "Dead or asleep?" "I see no blood, no wound." "Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake!" "Lysander, there's..." "There was a..." "And run through fire I will for your sweet sake." "Transparent Helena!" "Nature shows art, that through your bosom makes me see your heart." "Do not say so, Lysander, say not so." " Yet Hermia..." " Not Hermia, but Helena I love." "Who will not change a raven for a dove?" "The will of man is by his reason swayed." "And reason says you are the worthier maid." "Things growing are not ripe until their season." "So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason." "Good troth, you do me wrong." "Good sooth, you do so in such disdainful manner me to woo." " But, fare you well." " Helena!" "I must confess, I thought you lord of true gentleness." " Helena." " Oh, that a lady by one man refused" "Should by another therefore be abused." "Her..." "Hermia, sleep you there." "And never may you come Lysander near." "Now, all my powers address your love and might." "To honor Helena, and to be her knight!" "Help me, Lysander!" "Do your best to pluck this crawling serpent from my breast." "Ay, me, for pity." "What a dream was here." "Lysander, look how I do shake with fear." "I thought a serpent ate my heart away." "And you sat smiling at my agony." "Lysander..." "What?" "Not here?" "Lysander!" "Lysander!" "Oh, dear heart, speak!" "Oh, dear heart, speak!" "I swoon almost with fear." "No!" "No!" "Lord, then I will perceive that you are gone." "Either death or you I'll find immediately!" "Lysander!" "Lysander!" "Lysander!" "Hermia!" "Demetrius!" "Demetrius!" "Helena!" "Helena!" "Helena!" "Lysander!" " Hermia, Hermia!" " Hermia!" "Demetrius!" "Helena!" "Helena!" "Lord what fools these mortals be!" "Here." "Here's a marvelous convenient place for our rehearsal." "Ah!" "This plot shall be our stage." "This Hawthorne-brake our tiring-house." "There is a play on foot." "I'll be the audience." "An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause." "Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your part." "And we will do it in action as will do it before the duke." "Pyramus, you begin." "Well..." "I begin." "Oh, Thisnay!" "And when you have spoken your speech..." " Then I stop." " No, no!" " Well, then I go on." " No, no!" "Then you enter into that break." "And so every one according to his cue." "Thisbe, stand forth." "Speak, Pyramus." " Oh, Thisnay, the flowers..." " "Oh, Thisbe. "" " "Thisnay. " - "Thisbe. "" " "Nay. " - "Be. "" " "Nay. " - "Be!"" "This..." "This..." "This... nebee." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." "The flowers of odious savors sweet." ""Odorous," "odorous. "" "Odorous, odorous." "The flowers od..." "The flowers of odorous savors sweet." "Oh, Thisbe, the flowers of odorous savors sweet." "So hath thy breath." "Oh, Thisbe." "My dearest Thisbe dear." "But, hark..." "Oh, no, Bottom." "Bottom." "Thisnay." "Thisbe." "But, hark." "A voice." "Stay you but here a while, and by and by..." "I will to you appear." "Into that break!" "Most radiant Pyramus..." "Most radiant Pyramus!" "Must I speak now?" "Ay, indeed, must you, for you must understand he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and he's to come again." "If I were fair Thisbe," "I were only thine..." "I were only..." "Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue..." "Most lily-white of hue." "Of color like the red rose on triumphant brier." "Most briskly juvenal and eke..." "Eke." "Eke most lovely Jew as true as truest horse that yet would never tire." "I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb." " Ninny's?" " Ninny's." " Ninny's." " Ninny's." "Ninus' tomb, man!" "Ninus' tomb, man!" "But you must not speak that yet." "But you must not speak that yet." "That you answer to Pyramus." "That you answer to Pyramus." "You speak all your part at once, cues and all!" "You speak all your part at once, cues..." "I won't play anymore." "I won't play." "Pyramus!" "Your cue is passed." "It's "never tire. "" "If I were fair Thisbe, I were only thine." "If I were fair Thisbe." "If I were fair Thisbe, I were only thine." "Oh, me." "Oh, monstrous." "Strange." "We are haunted." "Pray, masters." "Fly, masters." "I'll follow you." "I'll lead you about, around, through bog, through bush, through break, through brier." "Sometime a hound I'll be." "A hog!" "Murder!" "Murder!" "Starveling." "Help me!" "I won't play anymore." "Why do they run away?" "I see their knavery." "This is to make an ass of me, to fright me if they could." "But I will not stir from this place, do what they will." "I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, so they shall hear I am not afraid." "The ousel cock so black of hue" "With orange-tawny bill..." "The throstle with his note so true" "The wren with little..." "Oh, me." "The finch, the sparrow and the lark" "The plain-song cuckoo gray" "Whose note full many a man doth mark" "And dares not answer nay" "What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?" "I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again." "Mine ear is much enamor'd of thy note." "And so is mine eye enthralled by thy shape." "And thy fair manliness and grace doth move me on the first view... to say, to swear, I love thee." "Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that." "And yet, to say the truth... reason and love keep little company together nowadays." "Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful." "Not so, not so." "Sing again." "The ousel cock so black of hue" "So black of hue" "With orange-tawny bill" "The throstle with his note so true" "The wren with little quill" "If I had wit enough to get out of this wood," "I'd have enough to serve mine own turn." "Out of this wood do not desire to go." "Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no." "I am a spirit of no common rate." "The summer still doth tend upon my state." "And I do love thee." "Therefore, go with me." "No." "I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee." "Peaseblossom." "Cobweb." "Moth." "And Mustardseed." "Me And I" "And I" "Where shall we go?" "Be kind and courteous to this gentleman." "Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes, feed him with apricots and dewberries with purple grapes, green figs and mulberries, the honey-bags steal from the humblebees and for night candles, crop their waxen thighs," "and light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes to have my love to bed and to arise." "Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies." "Hail, mortal, hail!" "Hail!" "Hail!" "I greet your worships most heartily." "I beseech your worship's name." "Cobweb." "Oh." "Cobweb." " Bottom." "Bottom." "I desire more of your acquaintance, good Master Cobweb." "Your name, honest gentleman?" "Peaseblossom." "Your name, I beseech you, sir?" "Mustardseed." "Oh." "Mustardseed." "I desire more of your acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed." "Oh." "Oh!" "The moon... methinks, looks with a watery eye." "And when she weeps... weeps every little flower... lamenting some enforced chastity." "Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently." "Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower." "This falls out better than I could devise." "Have you slain him, then?" "You spend your passion on a foolish mood." "I am not guilty of Lysander's blood, nor is he dead, for all that I can tell." "Stand close." "This is the same Athenian." "This is the woman, but not this the man." "I beg you, tell me then if he is well." "And if I could, what should I get therefore?" "A privilege never to see me more, so from your hated presence shall I go." "See me no more, whether he be dead or no." "There is no following her in this fierce vein." "Here therefore for a while I will remain." "From thy mistaking must perforce ensue some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true." "Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth, a million fail, confounding oath on oath." "About the wood go swifter than the wind, and Helena of Athens look thou find." "By some illusion see thou bring her here." "I'll charm his eyes against she do appear." "I go!" "I go!" "Look how I go, swifter than the arrow from the Tartar's bow." "Flower of this purple dye Sink in apple of his eye" "When his love he doth espy Let her shine in glory high" "When thou wakest, if there she be" "Beg of her for remedy" "Captain of our fairy band," "Helena is here at hand" "And the youth, mistook by me pleading for a lover's fee." "Stand aside." "The noise they make will cause Demetrius to awake." "Then will two at once woo one." "That must needs be sport alone, and those things do best please me that befall preposterously." "Look, when I vow, I weep, and vows so born, in their nativity all truth appears." " These oaths are Hermia's." " Hermia's?" "Love you her no more?" "I had no judgment when to her I swore." "Nor none, in my mind, while you thus implore." "Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you." "Demetrius, I..." "Helen, goddess, nymph." "Perfect, divine." "To what, my love, shall I compare your eyne?" "Crystal is muddy." "Oh, how ripe in show your lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow." "0, spite!" "0, hell!" "I see you all are bent to set against me for your merriment." "If you were civil and knew courtesy, you would not do me thus much injury." "Helena." "You are both are rivals and love Hermia." "And now, both rivals to mock Helena." "A fine exploit, a manly enterprise." "To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes." " Helena." "Huh?" " You are unkind, Demetrius." "Be not so, for you love Hermia." "This you know, I know." "L..." "And here, with all goodwill, with all my heart." "Of Hermia's love, I yield you up my part." "And yours of Helena's to me bequeath." "For her I love, and will love till my death." "Lysander, keep your Hermia, I want none." "If once I loved her, all that love is gone." "My heart to her but as a guest sojourned." "And now, to Helena is it home returned." "There to remain." "Helena, it is not so." "Disparage not the faith you do not know." " Hermia." " Yes, Lysander." "Oh, Lysander." "Oh, my ear." "I thank it brought me to your sound." "But why unkindly did you leave me so?" "Why should he stay, whom love does press to go?" "What love could press Lysander from my side?" "Lysander's love, that would not let him bide." "Why seek you me?" "Could this not make you know the hate I bare you made me leave you so?" "Oh, you speak not as you think." " Here, it cannot be." " Lo, she is one of this confederacy." "Now I perceive." "They have joined up all three to fashion this false sport in spite of me." "Injurious Hermia." "Most ungrateful maid." "To join with men in scorning your poor friend." "It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly." "I understand not what you mean by this." "Go on, persever, counterfeit sad looks." "Make mouths upon me when I turn my back." "Wink at each at other." "Hold the sweet jest up." "But fare you well." "Helena!" "'Tis partly my own fault, which death or absence soon shall remedy." "Helena." "Stay, gentle Helena." "Hear my excuse." "My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena." "Oh, excellent." "Sweet, do not scorn her so." "If she cannot entreat, I can compel." "You can compel no more than she entreat." "Your threats have no more strength than her weak prayers." "Helena, I love you." "By my life I do." "I say I love you more than he can do." "If you say so, withdraw and prove it too." " Come." "Quick." " Come." "Quick." " Come quick!" " Quick come!" " Lysander, to what leads all this?" " Away, you Ethiope." "Am not I Hermia?" "Are not you Lysander?" "Be certain, it is no jest that I do hate you." "And love Helena." "Oh, me." "You juggler." "You canker blossom." "You thief of love." "What?" "Have you come by night and stolen my love's heart from him?" "Fine, I'faith!" "Have you no modesty?" "No maiden shame?" "No touch of bashfulness?" "Why, will you tear impatient answers from my gentle tongue?" "Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you." " Puppet?" " Puppet!" "Puppet." "So that way goes the game." "Now I perceive that she has made compare between our statures." "She has urged her height." "And with her personage, her tall personage." "Her height!" "Her height!" "She has prevailed with him." "And are you grown so high in his esteem because I am so dwarfish?" "And so low?" "How low am I, you painted maypole?" "Speak." "How low am I?" "I'm not yet so low but that my nails can reach into your eyes." "I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, let her not hurt me." "I was never cursed, I have no gift at all in shrewishness." "Let her not strike me." "You may think because she is something lower than myself that I can match her." "Lower, hark, again." "Let me go, let me go." "Why, get you gone." "Who is it that hinders you?" "A foolish heart, that I leave here behind." "What, with Lysander?" "With Demetrius." "Be not afraid." "She shall not harm you, Helena." "No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part." "Oh, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd." "She was a vixen when she went to school." "And though she be but little, she is fierce." "Little again?" "Nothing but low and little." "Low and little." "Let me come to her." "Get you gone, you dwarf, you minimus, you bead." "You acorn." " You're too officious, sir." " Sir." "Sir, sir!" "In her behalf that scorns your services, let her alone." "Speak not of Helena..." " Helena!" " Take not her part." "For if you should offer the very slightest show of love to her, you shall regret it." "Mmm, now she holds me not." "Now follow if you dare to try whose right of yours or mine is most in Helena." "Follow, ha!" "Nay, I'll go with you, cheek by jowl." "You, mistress, are the cause of all this strife." "Nay, go not back." "I will not trust you, I. Nor longer stay in your cursed company." "Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray." "My legs are longer, though, to run away." "You juggler!" "You thief of love!" "Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight." "Hie, therefore, Puck, overcast the night with drooping fog." "Go lead these men astray, so one come not within the other's way." "Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong." "And sometime rail thou like Demetrius." "Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye to take from thence all error with his might." "When they next wake, all this derision shall seem a dream and fruitless vision." "Up and down, up and down." "I will lead them up and down." "I am feared in field and town." "Goblin, lead them up and down." "Demetrius!" "Demetrius!" " Demetrius!" " Lysander!" "Speak again." "You runaway." "You coward." "Are you fled?" "You coward." "Are you bragging to the stars?" "Telling the bushes that you look for wars and wilt not come?" "Demetrius!" "Follow my voice." "We'll try no manhood here." "Lysander." "Where are you, proud Demetrius?" "Speak you now." "Here, villain, drawn and ready." " Come you now." " I'll be with you straight." "Follow me then to a plainer ground." "Lysander." "You juggler, you thief of love, you painted maypole." "Little, acorn, puppet." "Lysander." "Lysander." "Ah..." "He goes before me and still dares me on." "When I come where he calls, then he is... gone." "And the villain is much lighter-heeled than I." "I followed fast but faster he did fly." " Here will I rest me." " Here will I rest me." " Come, thou gentle day." " Come, thou gentle day." "For if but once... you show me your grey light, I'll find Demetrius." " And revenge this spite." " Spite." "Oh, faintness constrains me to measure out my length on this cold bed." "By day's approach look to be visited by day's approach." "Oh, weary night." "Oh, weary night." " Oh, long and tedious night." " Oh, long and tedious night." "Abate thy hours... that I may back to Athens by daylight." "For fear that my poor company detest." "Yet but three?" "Count one more." "Two of both kinds make up four." "Here she comes, cursed and sad." "Cupid is a knavish lad." "Thus to make poor females mad." "Never so weary." "So lost in woe." "Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briars." "My legs can keep no pace with my desire." "Here will I rest me till the break of day." "Heaven shield Lysander if they mean a fray." "On the ground, sleep sound" "I'll apply to your eye" "Gentle lover remedy" "When thou wakest, then thou takest" "True delight in the sight" "Of thy former lady's eye" "And the country proverb known" "That every man should take his own In your waking shall be shown" "Jack shall have Jill Naught shall go ill" "The man shall have his mare again" "And all shall be well" "What?" "Will thou hear some music, my sweet love?" "I have a reasonable good ear for music." "The aldercock so black of you Will a..." "Let us have the tongues and the bones." "The tongues and the bones." "Scratch my head, Peaseblossom." "Where's Monsieur Mustardseed?" "Ready." "I must to the barber's, monsieur." "For I feel I am marvelous hairy about the face." "And I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch." "But say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat?" "Truly, a peck of provender." "I could munch your good dry oats." "Methinks I have a great desire for a bottle of hay." "Hay, hay, hay." "Good hay, sweet hay, Has no fellow" "See'st thou this sweet sight?" "I pray you, let none of your people stir me." "I have an exposition of sleep come upon me." "Shh." "Faeries, begone." "Sleep thou, sleep thou" "I will thee wind in my arms" "Sleep thou, sleep thou" "So doth the woodbine, the honeysuckle" "Sweet and gently entwist" "The ivy so enrings" "The barky fingers of the elm" "As I" "Will wind thee in my arms" "Sleep thou, sleep thou" "Oh, how I love thee" "Oh, how I dote on thee" "Her dotage now I do begin to pity." "Now I have the boy." "I will undo this hateful imperfection of her eyes." "My fairy lord, this must be done with haste." "For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast." "Be as thou wast wont to be" "See as thou wast wont to see" "Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessed power" "My Titania, my sweet queen, now awake." "My Oberon." "What visions have I seen." "Methought..." "I was enamored of... an ass." "There lies your love." "Oh." "How came these things to pass?" "0, mine eyes do loathe his visage now." "Come, my queen." "Take hands with me." "Now thou and I are new in amity." "Fairy king, attend and mark." "Hmm, I do hear the morning lark." "My gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp from off the head of this Athenian." "So that he awaking when the other do may all to Athens back again repair." "And think no more of this night's accidents but as the fierce vexation of a dream." "Then, my queen, in silence sad, trip we after night's shade." "We the globe can compass soon swifter than the wandering moon." "Come, my lord, and in our flight, tell me how it came this night that I sleeping here was found with these mortals on the ground." "When thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep." "Heigh-ho." "Heigh-ho." "Peter Quince." "Peter Quince." " Flute, the Bellows-mender." " Flute, the Bellows-mender." " Snout, the tinker." " Snout, the tinker." " Starveling." " Starveling." "God's my life stolen hence and left me asleep." "I have had... a most rare vision." "I have had a dream." "Past the wit of man to say what dream it was." "Methought I was..." "And methought I had..." "Man is but an ass." "Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream." "Methought I was..." "And methought I had..." "Man is but a patched fool." "If he will offer... to say." "What methought I was..." "And what methought I..." "The eye of man has not heard, the ear of man has not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive nor his heart to report... what my dream was." "And I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream." "It shall be called "Bottom's Dream. "" "Because it has no bottom." "And..." "I will sing it in the latter end of our play before the duke." "And perhaps to make it the more gracious..." "I shall sing it after death." "What methought I was And what methought I had" "What methought I was And methought I had" "I beg the law, the law upon her head, my lord." "Good morrow, friends." "Fair lovers, you are fortunately met." " My consent, my lord." " Egeus, I will overbear your will." "For in the temple by and by with us, these couples shall eternally be knit." "Come, my Hippolyta." ""We come not to offend, but with goodwill to show our..." "Our simple skills. "" "We come not to offend, but with goodwill to show our simple skills." "Masters, the duke is at the temple." "There were two or three more lords and ladies married." "Have you sent to Bottom's house?" "Is he come home yet?" "If he cannot be heard of, without doubt he is... transported." "Where are all these lads?" "Where are these hearts?" "Bottom!" "Oh, most courageous day!" "Oh, most happy hour." "It is with our goodwill." "Masters, I will tell you of... wonders." "Let us hear, sweet Bottom." "Not a word of me." "Get your costumes together, meet presently at the palace." " Away." "Go, away." "Come on." "These things seem small and undistinguishable." "Like far-off mountains turned into clouds." "It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream." "'Tis strange, my Theseus, what these lovers speak of." "Lovers and madmen have such seething brains." "Such wild imaginings that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends." "The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact." "The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven." "And his imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown." "The poet's pen turns them into shapes and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name." "But all the story of the night told over and all their minds transfigured so together tells more to us than fancy's images." "Come now, what masques, what dances shall we have?" "Where is our usual manager of mirth?" "What revels are in hand?" ""A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus and his love Thisbe." "Very tragical mirth. " Ha!" "No, my noble lord, it is not for you." "What are they that do play it?" "Hard-handed men that work in Athens here who never labor'd in their minds till now." "And we will hear it." "Go, bring them in." "The actors are at hand." "And by their show, you shall know all that you are like to know." "For all the rest, let... uh, Lion..." "Moonshine..." "Wall..." "Wall, wall, wall." "And lovers twain... at large discourse, while here they do remain." "In this same interlude." "Oh, yeah." "In th..." "This same interlude, it doth befall" "That I, uh, one Snout by name, present." " Uh..." " Wall." "A wall." "Uh, and such a..." " Wall." " Wall." "Such a wall I'd have you think had in it a cranny hole or a..." "Chink." " Chink." " Chink." " Chink." "Chink." "Chink." "Chink." "Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisbe, did whisper often very secretly." "Shh!" "Yeah, I know." "This loam, this rough cast, this stone, doth show that I am that same." "Wall." "Wall." "Wall." "Wall." "Wall, wall, wall." "The truth is so and this cranny is..." "This cranny is..." "This cranny is right and sinister through which the fearful lovers are to whisper." "Silence." "Pyramus draws near the wall." "Oh, grim-looked night!" "Oh, grim-looked night!" "Oh, night with hue so black!" "Oh, night which ever art when day is not." "Oh, night which ever art when day is not." "Oh, night." "Oh, night!" "Alack, alack, alack." "I fear my Thisbe's promise is forgot." "And thou, oh, wall, Oh, sweet, oh, lovely wall." "Show me thy chink." "Show me thy chink!" "To blink through with mine eyne." "Thanks, courteous wall." "Jove, shield thee well for this." "But what see I?" "No Thisbe do I see." "Oh, wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss." "Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me." "The wall, I think, being sensible, should curse again." "No, in truth, sir, he should not." ""Deceiving me" is Thisbe's cue." "Deceiving me." "PYRAMUS Deceiving me." "Yonder she comes." "Psst!" "Oh, wall, full often hast thou heard my moans." "Moans, moans, moans, moans." "For parting my fair Pyramus and me." "Psst!" "Psst!" "My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones." "Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee." "Thisbe." "Thisbe." "Thisbe." "Pyramus, Pyramus, Pyramus." "My love thou art, my love I think." "Not..." "Shafalus to Procrus." "Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true." "As Shoproc, as Prochoc-shaf..." "As Shaf..." "As Prer..." "As I to you." "Kiss me through the hole of this vile wall." "Mm, mm, mm, mm." "I kiss the wall, not your lips at all." "Wilt thou... at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?" "Tide life, tide death, I come without delay." "Thus have I, the wall, my part discharged so." "And being done, thus the wall away doth go." "The best of this kind are but shadows, and the worst are no worse if imagination assist them." "Let us listen to the moon." "Ahhh." "This lanthorn doth the horned moon present myself the ma..." "He should have worn the horns on his head." "This lanthorn doth the horned moon present myself the man in the moon do seem to be." " This dog..." " This is the greatest error of all the rest." "The man should be put into the lanthorn." " How else is it the man in the moon?" " This lanthorn doth..." "I am so weary of this moon, would he would change." " This lanthorn..." " Proceed, Moon." "All that I have say is that the lanthorn is the moon." "I, the man in the moon, this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush, this dog, my dog." "This is old Ninny's tomb." "Where is my love?" "Psst!" "Ah!" "Ah." "Ah." "Well roared, Lion." "Well run, Thisbe." "And then came Pyramus." "Sweet moon" "I thank thee for thy sunny beams" "But stay, oh, spite!" "What dreadful dole is here." "Oh, dainty duck." "Oh, dear." "Thy mantle good." "What?" "Stain'd with blood." "Ah, Fates, come, come." "Cut thread and thrum." "Quail, crush, conclude..." "And quell!" "This passion doth go near to make a man look sad." "Come, tears, confound." "Out, sword, and wound the pap of Pyramus." "Ay, that left pap." "Where heart doth hop." "Thus die I... thus... thus... thus." "Oh, bless my heart, I pity the man." "Now am I dead." "Now am I fled." "My soul... is in the sky." "Moon, take thy flight." "Now... die, die, die, die, die." "Oh." "Asleep, my love?" "What, dead, my dove?" "Come, Pyramus, arise." "Speak, speak, quite dumb?" "Dead?" "Dead?" "A tomb must cover thy sweet eyes." "Oh, 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, trusty sword." "Come, trusty sword." "Sword." "Sword, sword, sword, sword." "Come, trusty sword." "Sword." "Come, trusty sword." "Come..." "Come, trusty sword." "Come, blade, my breast in blue, blue." "Come, blade, my breast imbrue." "So farewell, friends, thus Thisbe ends." "Adieu, adieu, adieu." "Oh, this is the silliest stuff that ever I heard." "Will it please you to see the epilogue?" "No, no epilogue, I pray you." "No epilogue." "Or a Bergomask dance between our company?" "Come, your Bergomask." "Through the house, give glimmering light by the dead and drowsy fire." "Every elf and fairy sprite hop as light as bird from brier." "Hand in hand with fairy grace" "Will we bless this place" "And the owner of it blest" "Ever shall in" "Safety" "Rest" "Through the house, give glimmering light" "By the dead and drowsy fire" "Every elf and every sprite" "Hop as light as bird from brier" "Hop as light as bird from brier" "The iron tongue of midnight hath tolled 12." "Lovers to bed." "'Tis almost fairy time." "I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn as much as we this night have overwatch'd." "Sweet friends, to bed." "A fortnight hold we this solemnity in nightly revels and new jollity." "If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended." "That you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear." "And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but to dream." "Gentles, do not reprehend, if you pardon, we will mend." "Else the Puck, a liar call, so good night unto you all." "Give me your hands, if we be friends and Robin shall restore amends!"