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DEMETRIUS   So should the murdered look, and so should I, Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty. Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. HERMIA         What’s this to my Lysander? Where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? DEMETRIUS   I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.            (3.2.58-64) Oh, I look grim […]

HERMIA         The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me. Would he have stolen away From sleeping Hermia? I’ll believe as soon This whole earth may be bored, and that the moon May through the centre creep, and so displease Her brother’s noontide with th’antipodes. It cannot be but thou hast murdered him. So should a murderer look: so dead, so grim.         (3.2.50-57) […]

DEMETRIUS   O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. HERMIA         Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse, For thou, I fear, hast 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.         (3.2.43-9) Demetrius is […]

OBERON         This falls out better than I could devise. But hast thou yet latched the Athenian’s eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? PUCK  I took him sleeping (that is finished too) And the Athenian woman by his side, That when he waked, of force she must be eyed. Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. OBERON         Stand close. This is the same […]

PUCK  Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch – Some sleeves, some hats; from yielders, all things catch. I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there; When in that moment, so it came to pass, […]

PUCK  Anon his Thisbe must be answered, And forth my minic comes. When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort Rising and cawing at the gun’s report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, So at his sight away his fellows fly; And at our stamp, here o’er and o’er one falls, He ‘Murder’ cries, and help from […]

PUCK  Near to her close and consecrated bower, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, A crew of patches, rude mechanicals That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Were met together to rehearse a play Intended for great Theseus’ nuptial day. The shallowest thickskin of that barren sort, Who Pyramus presented in their sport, Forsook his scene and entered in a brake, When I did him at this advantage take: […]

Enter [OBERON]. OBERON         I wonder if Titania be awaked; Then what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on in extremity. Enter [PUCK]. Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit? What night-rule now about this haunted grove? PUCK  My mistress with a monster is in love.        (3.2.1-6) Well. Well. Here’s Oberon; what’s being going on? […]

BOTTOM        Your name, I beseech you, sir? MUSTARDSEED         Mustardseed. BOTTOM        Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well. That same cowardly giantlike Ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed. TITANIA         Come, wait upon […]

PEASEBLOSSOM        Hail, mortal. COBWEB                                Hail. MOTH                                                 Hail. MUSTARDSEED                                             Hail. BOTTOM        I cry your worships mercy, heartily. I beseech your worship’s name. COBWEB        Cobweb. BOTTOM        I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman? PEASEBLOSSOM        Peaseblossom. BOTTOM        I pray you commend […]