[Oberon advances.] Enter PUCK. OBERON Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late behind the wood, Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her; For she his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers, And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was […]
Continue ReadingTitania: I love you so much, let’s SNUGGLE (4.1.39-44) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
TITANIA Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be always away. [Exeunt Fairies.] So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O how I love thee! How I dote on thee! (4.1.39-44) Titania will do anything, anything that Bottom asks; if he wants a […]
Continue ReadingTitania: would you like music? nibbles? anything at all? Bottom: HAY! (4.1.27-38) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
TITANIA What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? BOTTOM I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let’s have the tongs and the bones. (Music: tongs, rural music.) TITANIA Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. BOTTOM Truly, a peck of provender. I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a […]
Continue ReadingBottom: SCRATCH my EARS, oooooo, YESSS! (4.1.17-26) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
BOTTOM Where’s Monsieur Mustardseed? MUSTARDSEED Ready. BOTTOM Give me your neaf, Monsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good Monsieur. MUSTARDSEED What’s your will? BOTTOM Nothing, good Monsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber’s, Monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a […]
Continue ReadingBottom to Cobweb: bring me a HONEY-BAG from a HUMBLE-BEE! (4.1.10-16) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
BOTTOM Monsieur Cobweb, good Monsieur, get you your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and good Monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, Monsieur; and good Monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not. I would be loath […]
Continue ReadingIt’s BOTTOM in the BOWER, having his EARS scratched! (4.1.1-9) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
Enter [TITANIA, BOTTOM] and FAIRIES, and [OBERON] behind them. TITANIA Come sit thee down upon this flowery bed While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. BOTTOM Where’s Peaseblossom? PEASEBLOSSOM Ready. BOTTOM Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where’s Monsieur Cobweb? COBWEB Ready. (4.1.1-9) Bottom and Titania may have been in her bower at […]
Continue ReadingPuck: there, there; all shall be well! (3.2.448-463) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
PUCK On the ground Sleep sound. I’ll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. When thou wak’st, Thou tak’st 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, Nought shall go ill, The man […]
Continue ReadingHermia: I am lost, sad, wet, & exhausted, & I’ve torn my frock (3.2.442-447) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
Enter HERMIA. HERMIA Never so weary, never so in woe, Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers, I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray. [Sleeps.] (3.2.442-447) Hermia speaks six […]
Continue ReadingHelena: I just want to go home, I ruin everything and I hate being me (3.2.431-441) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
HELENA O weary night, O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours. Shine, comforts, from the east, That I may back to Athens by daylight From these that my poor company detest; And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye, Steal me a while from mine own company. ([Lies down and] sleep[s].) PUCK Yet but three? Come one more. Two of both kinds makes up four. […]
Continue ReadingDemetrius: I GIVE UP! just for now! must sleep! (3.2.421-430) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
Enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS. PUCK Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why com’st thou not? DEMETRIUS Abide me, if thou dar’st. For well I wot, Thou run’st before me, shifting every place, And dar’st not stand nor look me in the face. Where art thou now? PUCK Come hither. I am here. DEMETRIUS Nay then, thou mockst me. Thou shalt buy this dear If ever I […]
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