A Midsummer Night's Dream
Script - Dialogue Transcript
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hurt my feelings. Honest.
We'll eat with these.
Crystal!
Ah.
[Sighs ]
Now, fair Hippolyta,
our nuptial hour draws on a pace.
Four happy days
bring in another moon.
But O, me thinks, how slow
this old moon wanes!
She lingers my desires,
like to a step dame or a dowager,
long withering out
a young man's revenue.
Four days will quickly
steep themselves in night,
four nights will quickly
dream away the time.
[ Laughs ]
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 thee?
Full of vexation come I,
with complaint against my child,
my daughter Hermia.
Egeus:
Stand forth, Demetrius.
My noble lord,
this man hath
my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander.
This man hath bewitched
the bosom of my child.
Thou, thou, Lysander,
thou hast given her rhymes
and interchanged love tokens
with my child.
With cunning hast thou filched
my daughter's heart.
Turned her obedience,
which is due to me,
to stubborn harshness.
And, my gracious duke,
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,
and that shall be either
to this gentleman...
or to her death,
according to our law...
immediately provided
in that case.
What say you, Hermia?
Relent, sweet Hermia,
and, Lysander, yield
thy crazed title
to my certain right.
You have her father's love,
Demetrius.
Let me have Hermia's.
Do you marry him.
Cur. Cur!
Scornful Lysander,
true, he hath my love,
and what is mine
my love shall render him.
And she is mine,
and all my right of her
I do estate unto Demetrius.
I am, my lord,
as well derived as he,
as well possessed.
My love is more than his,
and which is more than
all these boasts can be,
I am beloved
of beauteous Hermia.
Why should not I
then prosecute my right?
Demetrius,
I'll avouch it to his head,
made love to
Nedar's daughter Helena
and won her soul.
And she, sweet lady, dotes,
devoutly dotes,
dotes in idolatry,
upon this spotted
and inconstant man.
I must confess
I have heard so much.
I do entreat your grace
to pardon me.
I know not by what power
I am made bold,
nor how it may concern
my modesty
in such a presence here
to plead my thoughts...
but I beseech your grace
that I may know
the worst that may
be fall me in this case.
Either to die the death,
or to abjure forever
the society of men.
And therefore, fair Hermia,
question your desires,
know of your youth,
examine well your blood,
whether, if you yield not
to your father's choice,
you can endure
the livery of a nun,
for aye to be
in shady cloister mewed,
to live a barren sister
all your life,
chanting faint hymns
to the cold fruitless moon.
So will I grow...
so live, so die, mylord,
ere I will yield
my virgin patent up
unto his lordship
whose unwished yoke
my soul consents
not to give sovereignty.
Take time to pause.
By the next new moon,
upon that day
either prepare to die
for disobedience
to your father's will,
or else to wed Demetrius,
as he would,
or on Diana's altar to protest
for aye austerity
and single life.
For you, fair Hermia,
look you arm yourself
to fit your fancies
to your father's will.
Come, Hippolyta.
Demetrius, come.
And come, Egeus.
I have some private schooling
for you both.
[Crying ]
How now, my love?
Why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there
do fade so fast?
Be like for want of rain,
which I could well beteem them
from the tempest of my eyes.
Aye me!
For aught
that I could ever read,
could ever hear
by tale or history,
the course of true love
never did run smooth.
If there were
a sympathy in choice,
war, death, or sickness
did lay siege to it,
making it momentary as a sound,
swift as a shadow,
short as any dream,
as brief as the lightning
in the collied night,
that, in a spleen,
unfolds both heaven and earth,
and ere a man hath power
to say'behold!'
the jaws of darkness
to devour it up.
So quick bright things
come to confusion.
Therefore hear me, Hermia.
I have a widow aunt,
a do wager of great revenue,
and she respects me
as her only son.
Helena: Demetrius!
Demetrius!
[ Indistinct Conversation ]
Demetrius!
Ohh.
Demetrius!
How happy some
o'er other some can be!
Through Athens I am thought
as fair as she.
But what of that?
Demetrius thinks not so.
He will not know what all
but he do know.
Love looks not with the eyes,
but with the mind,
and therefore is winged Cupid
painted blind.
God speed, fair Helena.
Whit her away?
Call you me fair?
That fair again unsay.
Demetrius loves your fair.
O...happy fair!
Sickness is catching.
O, were favor so,
yours would I catch,
fair Hermia, ere I go.
O,teach me how you look,
and with what art
you sway the motion
of Demetrius' heart.
His folly, Helena,
is no fault of mine.
None but your beauty.
Would that fault were mine!
Take comfort.
He no more shall see my face.
Lysanderand myself
shall fly this place.
Helen...
to you our minds we will unfold.
Tomorrow night,
when Phoebe doth behold
her silver visage
in the watery glass,
a time that lovers' flights
doth still conceal,
through Athens gates
have we devised to steal.
And thence from Athens
turn away our eyes
to seek new friends
and stranger companies.
Egeus: Hermia!
Ohh.
Hermia!
Farewell, sweetplay fellow.
Pray thou for us,
and good luck grant thee
thy Demetrius.
Egeus: Hermia!
Ohh.
Keep word, Lysander.
I will, my Hermia.
Helena, adieu.
As you on him,
Demetrius dote on you.
Oh... spite!
Oh, hell.
[Church Bells Tolling ]
[ Italian Operatic Singing ]
Ah, buon giorno!
[Speaking Italian ]
Is all our company here?
Here, PeterQuince.
Best to call them
generally, man by man,
according to the scrip.
[ Laughing ]
Come here, here.
Here is the scroll
of every man's name
which is thought fit
through all our town
to playin our interlude
before the duke and duchess
on his wedding day a tnight.
But first,
good PeterQuince,
say what the play treats on,
then read the names
of the actors,
and so grow to a point.
Marry, our play is
The Most Lamentable Comedy
and Cruel Death
of Pyramus and Thisby.
A very good piece of work,
I assure you, and a merry.
Now, good PeterQuince,
call forth your actors
by the scroll.
Masters...
spread yourselves.
So, uh, answer as I call you.
Nick Bottom the weaver.
Ready.
Name what part I am for,
and proceed.
You, Nick Bottom,
are set down for Pyramus.
What is Pyramus?
A lover or a tyrant?
He's a lover
that kills himself,
most gallant, for love.
All:Ahh.
That will ask some tears
in the true performing of it.
If I do it, let the audience
look to their eyes.
I will move storms.
I will condole in some measure.
Now,to the rest.
Quince:Well--
Yet, my chief humor
is for a tyrant.
I could play Ercles rarely,
or a part to tear a catin,
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.
Ha ha ha.
This was lofty. Ha ha.
Uh, ahem, Pyramus.
Uh, Francis Flute
the bellows-mender.
Here, PeterQuince.
Francis Flute,
you must take Thisby on you.
What is Thisby?
A wandering knight?
He's the lady
that Pyramus must love.
[ Laughing ]
Nay, faith,
let not me play a woman.
I have a beard coming.
And I may hide my face,
let me play Thisby,too.
Ohh--
I'll speak in
a monstrous little voice:
''Thisne, Thisne!''
Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear,
thy Thisby dear, and lady dear!''
Ohh!
No, no,
you must play Pyramus.
Snout...
and Flute, you Thisby.
[Applause ]
Robin Starveling the tailor.
Here, PeterQuince.
Ah,well...
Snug the joiner,
you the lion's part.
Ahh.
And I hope we have
a play well fitted.
Have you
the lion's part written?
Pray you, if it be,
give it me,
for I am slow of study.
No, you may do it extempore,
for it is nothing but roaring.
Roar!
Roar!
Let me play the lion, too.
I will roar 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!''
But you should do it
too terribly,
that you would fright
the duchess and the ladies,
and they would shriek.
And that were enough
to hang us all.
I grant you, friends,
if I should fright the ladies
out of their wits,
they would have no more
discretion but 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 'twere any nightingale.
[Quietly Roaring ]
[ Laughing ]
[ Dog Barking ]
Aah--
[ Laughing ]
You can play no part
but Pyramus.
Pyramus is a sweet-faced man,
a proper man as one shall see
in a summer's day,
a most lovely gentlemanlike man.
Therefore you must
needs play Pyramus.
Well...
I will undertake it.
Masters,
you have all your parts,
and I am to entreat you
to con them by tomorrow night
and to meet in the palace wood,
a mile without the town.
There will we rehearse.
If we meet in the city,
we will be dogged by company
and our devices known.
Pray you fail me not.
We will meet
and there we may rehearse
most obscenely
and courageously.
Take pains.
Be perfect.
Adieu.
[ Italian Operatic Singing ]
[Sighs ]
[Thunder ]
[Thunder ]
Ere Demetrius looked
on Hermia's eyne,
he hailed down oaths
that he was only mine.
And when this hail
some heat from Hermia felt,
so he dissolved,
and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him
of fair Hermia's flight.
Then to the wood this very night
will he pursue her.
[Thunder ]
[ Pipes Playing ]
Get off!.
Get off there!
Ah, fie!
Oh, sweet beauty!
How now, spirit?
Whit her wander you?
Over hill, over dale,
through bush,
through a briar,
over park, over pale,
through flood, through a fire,
I do wander everywhere.
Swifter than the moon's sphere.
And I serve the fairy queen,
to dew her orbs upon the green.
Either I mistake your shape
and making quite,
or else you are that shrewd
and knavish sprite
called Robin Goodfellow.
Are not you he
that frights the maidens
of the villagery--
Psst!
Skims milk, and sometimes
labors in the quern
and bootless makes
the breathless housewife churn?
Are not you he?
Thou speak'sta right.
I am that merry wanderer
of the night.
I jest to Oberon
and make him smile
when I a fatand
bean-fed horse beguile,
neighing in likeness
of a filly foal.
And sometimes...
Ugh!
Farewell,thou lob of spirits.
I'll be gone.
The queen and all herelves
come here anon.
The king doth keep
his revels here tonight.
Take heed the queen come
not within his sight.
For Oberon
is passing fell
and wrath.
[ Urinating ]
- Hey!
-Go on.
Ill met by moonlight,
proud Titania.
What,jealous Oberon!
Fairies, skip hence.
I have forsworn
his bed and company.
Tarry!
Rashwanton,
am not I thy lord?
Then I must be thy lady.
Why art thou here,
come from
the farthest steppe of India,
but that, for sooth,
the bouncing Amazon,
your buskin'd mistress
and your warrior love,
to Theseus must be wedded,
and you come to give their bed
joy and prosperity.
How canst thou thus
for shame, Titania,
glance at my credit
with Hippolyta,
knowing I know
thy love to Theseus?
These are the forgeries
of jealousy.
And never, since
the middle summer's spring,
met we on hill,
in dale, forest, or mead,
by paved fountain
or by rushy brook,
but with thy brawls
thou hast disturbed our sport.
Therefore, the winds,
piping to us in vain,
as in revenge,
have sucked up from the sea
contagious fogs,
which, falling in the land,
hath every pelting river
made so proud
that they have overborne
their continents.
And this same progeny
of evils comes
from our debate,
from our dissension.
We are their parents
and original.
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 fairyland buys
not the child of me.
His mother was
a votaress of my order,
and in the spiced Indian air,
by night, full often
hath she gossiped by my side
and sat with me
on Neptune's yellow sands,
marking the embarked traders
on the flood
when we have laughed
to see the sails conceive
and growbig-bellied
with the wanton wind.
But she, being mortal,
of that boy did die,
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.
Give me that boy,
and I will go with thee.
Not for thy fairy kingdom!
Fairies, away!
We shall chide downright
if I longer stay.
Well, go thy way.
Thou shalt not from this grove
till I torment thee
for this injury.
My gentle Puck, come hit her.
Thou rememberest,
since once I sat
upon a promontory
and heard a mermaid
on a dolphin's back
uttering such dulcet
and harmonious breath
that the rude sea
grew civil a ther song.
That verytime, I saw,
but thou couldst not,
flying between the cold
moon and the Earth,
Cupid all armed.
A certain aim he took
and loosed his love shaft smartly
from his bow.
Yet, marked I where
the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon
a little western flower,
before milk-white,
now purple with love'swound.
Fetch me that flower.
The juice of it,
on sleeping eyelids laid,
will make all man, all 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 puta girdle
round about the Earth
in minutes.
Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania
when she's asleep
and drop the liquor of it
in hereyes.
The next thing then
she waking looks upon...
she shall pursue it
with the soul oflove.
And ere I take this charm
from off her sight,
I'll make her render up
herpage to me.
I'll make her render up
herpage to me.
Demetrius: I love thee not,
therefore pursue me not!
Where is Lysanderand fair Hermia?
Thou toldst me they were
stolen unto this wood,
and here am I,
and wode within this wood,
because I cannot meet my Hermia!
Hence!
Get thee gone
and follow me no more!
[ Honk Honk ]
[ Honk Honk ]
[Giggling ]
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 am your spaniel.
And, Demetrius,
the more you beat me,
I will fawn on you.
Use me but as your spaniel.
Spurn me, strike me,
neglect me, lose me,
but give me leave,
unworthy as I am,
to follow you.
What worser place
can I beg in your love
than to be used
as you use your dog?
Tempt not too much
the hatred of my spirit,
for I am sick
when I do look on thee.
And I am sick
when I look not on you!
Do...
impeach your modesty
too much
to leave the city
and commit yourself
into the hands of one
that loves you not?
To trust the opportunity
of night...
and the ill counsel
of a desert place
with the richworth
of your virginity?
Your virtue
is my privilege.
For that
it is not night
when I do see your face.
Therefore I think
I am not in the night.
Nor doth this wood
lack worlds of company,
for you in my respect
are all the world.
I'll run from thee
and hide me in the brakes
and leave thee to
the mercy of wild beasts!
The wildest hath not
such a heart as you.
Run when you will,
the story shall be changed.
Apollo flies,
and Daphne holds the chase.
The dove pursues the griffin.
I will not stay thy questions!
Let me go!
Or if thou follow me,
do not believe
but I shall do thee
mischief in the wood!
Aye, in the temple,
in the town, in the field,
you do me mischief--oh!
Fie, Demetrius!
Your wrongs do set
a scandal on my sex!
Oh!
We cannot fight for love
as men may do.
We should be wooed
and were not made to woo.
I'll follow thee
and make a heaven of hell
to die upon the hand
I love so well.
Fare thee well, nymph.
Ere he shall leave this grove,
thou shalt fly him,
and he shall seek thy love.
Hast thou the flower there?
Ahh...
I know a bank where
the wild thy me blows,
where oxlips and
the nodding violet grows,
quite over canopied
with the luscious woodbine,
with sweetmusk-roses
and with eglantine.
There sleeps Titania
sometime of the night.
Lulled in these flowers
with dances and delight.
And there the snake
throws her enameled skin,
weed wide enough
to wrap a fairy in.
With the juice of this
I'll streak her eyes
and make her full
of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it
and seek through this grove.
A sweet Athenian lady
is in love
with a disdainful youth.
Anoin this eyes,
but do it when
the next thing he espies
maybe the lady.
Thou shalt know the man
by the Athenian garments
he hath on.
And look...
thou meet me ere
the firstcock crow.
Fear not, my lord.
Your servant shall do so.
Hello, my queen.
How sweet! Hello.
Sing me now asleep.
Then to thy offices
and let me rest.
[Music Begins ]
Hence, away.
Now all is well.
One a loof stands sentinel.
What thou seest
when thou dost awake,
do it for thy true love take.
Love...
and languish for his sake.
Be it ounce orcator bear,
pard, or boar
with bristled hair...
In thy eye that doth appear
when thou wakest,
it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing
is near.
Fairlove.
You faint when wandering
in the wood,
and to speak troth,
I forgot our way.
Oh.
We'll rest us, Hermia,
if you think it good
and tarry for the comfort
of the day.
Be it so, Lysander.
Well, find you out a bed...
for I upon this bank
shall rest my head.
Lysander!
One turfshall 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.
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
in a single troth.
Then by your side,
no bedroom me deny.
For lying so, Hermia,
I do not lie.
Lysander riddles very prettily.
Mmm.
Nay, gentle friend.
Mmm!
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.
Thy love ne'er alter
till thy 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 thee all his rest.
With half that wish,
the wisher's eyes be pressed.
Through the forest have I gone,
but Athenian found I none
on whose eyes I might approve
this flower's force
in stirring love.
[ Bird Calls ]
Night...
and silence.
But who is here?
Weeds of Athens
he doth wear--oh!
This is he, my master said,
despised the Athenian maid.
[ Honk ]
And there the maiden,
sleeping sound
on the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul.
She durst not lie
with this lack-love,
this kill-courtesy.
Churl,
upon thy eyes I throw
all the power
this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest,
let love forbid
sleep his seaton thy eyelid.
And so awake when I am gone,
for I must now...
to Oberon!
[ Honks Horn ]
I charge thee hence,
and do not haunt me thus.
Oh,wilt thou darkling leave me?
Do not so.
Stay on thy peril.
I alone will go.
[ Breathing Hard ]
I am out of breath
in this fond chase.
The more my prayer,
the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia,
where soe'er she lies,
for she hath blessed
and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright?
Not with salt tears.
If so, my eyes are oftener
washed than hers.
No.
No, no.
No.
I am as...ugly...
as a bear.
For beasts that meet me
run away for fear.
Lysander?
Dead or asleep?
Lysander, if you live,
good sir, awake.
Oh.
And run through fire
I will for thy sweet sake.
Where is Demetrius?
Oh, how fit a word
is that vile name
to perish on my sword.
Do not say so, Lysander.
Say not so.
What?
Though he love your Hermia?
Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you,
then be content.
Content with Hermia?
No. I do repent
the tedious minutes
I with her have spent.
Not Hermia, but Helena I love.
Who will not change
a raven for a dove?
Wherefore was I
to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands
did I deserve such scorn?
Is't not enough,
is't not enough, young man,
that I did never,
no, nor never can,
deserve a sweetlook
from Demetrius' eye
but you must flout
my insufficiency?
Oh, but fare you well.
Per force I must confess,
I thought you lord
of more true gentleness.
She sees not Hermia.
Hermia, sleeps thou there,
and never mayst thou come
Lysander near.
And, all my powers,
address your love and might
to honor Helen
and to be her knight!
[Sighs ]
Aye, me.
For pity,
what a dream was here.
Ohh.
Lysander, look how I do quake...
with fear.
Lysander?
Lysander?
Lysander!
[Men Singing ]
Here's a marvelous,
convenient place
for our rehearsal.
This green plot
shall be our stage,
this hawthorn brake
our tiring house,
and we will, uh,
do it in action
as we will do it
before the duke.
PeterQuince.
What sayest thou,
bully Bottom?
There are things in this
Comedy of Pyramus and...
Thisby.
Thisby that will never please.
First, Pyramus must draw a sword
to kill himself
which the ladies cannot abide.
By our lady, a parlous fear.
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 for the more better assurance
tell them that I, Pyramus,
am not Pyramus,
but Bottom the weaver.
This will put them out of fear.
Oh,well,we will have
such a prologue,
and it shall be written
in, uh, and .
No, make it more.
Let it be written
in and .
But there is hard things:
That is to bring
the moonlight into a chamber,
for, you know, Pyramus
and Thisby meet by moonlight.
Doth the moon shine
that night we play our play?
A calendar. A calendar!
Calendar.
Look in the almanac.
Find out if the moon shine.
Find out moon shine.
It doth shine that night.
It doth shine that night.
Why, then may you leave
a casement
of the great chamber window
open where we play,
and the moon may shine in
at the casement.
Two hard things.
We must have a wall
in the greatchamber,
for Pyramus and Thisby,
says the story,
did talk through
the chink of a wall.
You can never bring in a wall.
What say you, Bottom?
Some man
or other must present wall.
Uh, Sam. Sam.
And let him have some plaster
or some loam or some
rough cast about him
to signify wall.
And let him hold his fingers thus,
and through that cranny
shall Pyramus and...
Starveling:Thisby.
Thisby whisper.
You can never bring in a wall.
No, no, no.
A-And if this maybe,
then all is well.
Quince: Pyramus, you begin,
and when you have
spoken your speech,
enter into that brake.
Thisby, stand forth.
Now, left foot forward
and then antique gesture.
Uh, Pyramus, speak.
What hempen home spuns
have we swaggering here
so near the cradle
of the fairy queen?
Line.
Quince:Thisby.
Thisby,
the flowers of odious
savors sweet--
Odorous. Odorous.
Odorous savors sweet,
so hath thy breath,
my dearest Thisby dear.
But hark!
A voice.
Stay thou but here a while,
and by and by
I will to thee appear.
A stranger Pyramus
than e'er played here.
Psst. [Whispering ]
Must I speak now?
Aye, marry, must you,
for he goes back
to see a noise that he heard
and is to come again.
Most radiant--
Quince: [ Falsetto ]
Most radiant...
[ Higher ]
Most radiant--
Most radiant...
[ Falsetto ]
Most radiant Pyramus...
[ Laughter ]
Most--
Quince: Shh. Shh.
Lily-white of hue...
If I were fair, Thisby.
If I were only thine.
[ Falsetto ]
I'll meet thee, Pyramus,
at Ninny's tomb.
That's Ninus'tomb, man!
Why, you must not speak that yet.
That you answer to Pyramus.
You speak all your part at once,
cues and all.
Enter, Pyramus!
The cue is past.
It is ''never tire.''
[To Himself]
If I were fair,Thisby.
If I were fair,Thisby.
If I were fair,Thisby,
I were only thine.
Aah! Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Quince: Oh, monstrous.
Oh, strange.
Fly, masters.
We are haunted.
Oh. Ooh.
Bottom,thou art changed.
What do I see on thee?
What do you see?
What, you see an ass-head
of your own, do you?
Bless thee, Bottom.
Bless thee.
Thou art translated.
Aah.
[Screaming ]
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 can.
And I will sing
that they shall hear
I am not afraid.
*The woosel cock
so black of hue *
* With orange-tawnybill *
*The throstle
with his note so true *
*The wren with little quill *
[Voice Breaks ]
What angel wakes me
from my flowery bed?
*The finch,the sparrow
and the lark *
*The plain-song cuckoo gray *
* Whose note so many
a man doth mark *
* And dares not answer nay *
[ Brays ]
I pray thee, gentle mortal,
sing again.
Mine earis much enamored
of thy note.
So is mine eye
enthralled to thy shape,
and thy fair virtues
force, per force,
doth move me, on the first view,
to say...to swear,
I love thee.
M-M-Me thinks, mistress,
you should have
little reason for that,
and yet,
to say the truth,
reason and love keep little
company together nowadays.
[ Laughter ]
Nay, I can gleek,
upon occasion.
Thou art as wise
as thou art beautiful.
Not so, neither.
[ Rustling ]
If I have wit enough
to get out of this wood,
I have enough to serve
mine own turn.
Out of this wood
do not desire to go.
Oh!
Aah!
Thou shalt remain here,
whether thou wilt or no.
I'll give thee fairies
to attend on thee,
and they shall fetch thee jewels
from the deep
and sing while thou
on pressed flowers dost sleep,
and I will purge
thy mortal grossness so
that thou shalt
like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb.
- Ready.
-And I.
Moth and Mustardseed.
-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 apricocks
and dewberries,
with purple grapes,
green figs,
and mulberries.
Nod to him, elves,
and do him courtesies.
I cry your worship's mercy
heartily.
I beseech your worship's name.
Cobweb.
I shall desire you
of more acquaintance,
good Cobweb.
If I cut my finger,
I shall make bold--
Your name, I pray you.
Mustardseed.
Oh, I know your patience well.
Your kindred have made my eyes
waterere now.
I shall desire you
of more acquaintance,
Mustardseed.
[Opera Plays ]
Hail, mortal.
All: Hail, mortal.
Hail, mortal.
All: Hail, hail, hail.
I wonder if Titania be awaked,
then what it was
that next came in her eye
which she must dote on
in extremity.
How now, mad spirit?
What night-rule now
about this haunted grove?
My mistress with a monster
is in love.
[Whispering ]
This falls out better
than I could devise.
[ Laughing ]
But hast thou yet latched
the Athenian's eyes
with the love-juice,
as I did bid thee do?
I took him sleeping.
That is finished,too.
Demetrius: ...so bitter...
Stand close.
Now I but chide.
But I should use thee worse,
for thou, I fear,
has given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain Lysander
in his sleep,
being o'er shoes in blood,
plunge in the deep,
and kill me,too.
This is the same Athenian.
This is the woman...
Uh-huh.
But not this the man.
Hermia: The sun was not
so true unto the day
as he to me.
Would he have stolen away
from sleeping Hermia?
Where is he?
Good Demetrius,
wilt thou give him me?
I had rather give
his carcass to my hounds.
Ohh. Out, dog.
Out, cur.
Thou drivest me past the bounds
of maiden's patience.
And hast thou killed him
while sleeping?