[Enter LYSANDER.] LYSANDER He goes before me, and still dares me on; When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter heeled than I: I followed fast, but faster he did fly, That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day, For if but once thou […]
Continue ReadingPuck as Lysander: *more taunting*; Demetrius: where ARE you? (3.2.407-412) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
PUCK Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant, come, thou child. I’ll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled That draws a sword on thee. DEMETRIUS Yea, art thou there? PUCK Follow my voice. We’ll try no manhood here. (Exeunt.) (3.2.407-412) Puck imitates Lysander’s […]
Continue ReadingPuck: I will RUN AROUND and CONFUSE them in DIFFERENT VOICES (3.2.396-406) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
PUCK 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. Here comes one. Enter LYSANDER. LYSANDER Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now. PUCK Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou? LYSANDER I will be with thee straight. PUCK […]
Continue ReadingOberon: oh, I’m often up this early/late, to watch the sun rise! (3.2.388-395) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
OBERON But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning’s love have oft made sport, And like a forester the groves may tread Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. But notwithstanding, haste, make no delay. We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit.] (3.2.388-395) Oberon reassures Puck […]
Continue ReadingPuck: look, it’s almost daybreak! (3.2.378-387) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
PUCK My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger, At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards. Damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone. For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must […]
Continue ReadingOberon: then use this OTHER magic flower and it’ll all be FINE! (3.2.366-377) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
OBERON Then crush this herb into Lysander’s eye, Whose liquor hath this virtuous property To take from thence all error with his might, And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. When they next wake, all this derision Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision, And back to Athens shall the lovers wend With league whose date till death shall never end. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, I’ll […]
Continue ReadingOberon to Puck: these are your orders: stop them fighting, tire them out (3.2.354-365) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
OBERON Thou seest these lovers seek a place to fight. Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fog as black as Acheron, And lead these testy rivals so astray As one come not within another’s way. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong, And sometime rail thou like Demetrius, And from each other look […]
Continue ReadingOberon: this is all your fault! Puck: I was just following orders! HILARIOUS, though!? (3.2.345-353) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
OBERON This is thy negligence. Still thou mistak’st, Or else commit’st thy knaveries wilfully. PUCK 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 blameless proves my enterprise, That I have ’nointed an Athenian’s eyes; And so far am I glad it so did sort, As this their jangling I […]
Continue ReadingLysander: fight? Demetrius: FIGHT! Hermia: fight? Helena: FLIGHT! (3.2.335-344) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
LYSANDER Now she holds me not. Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try whose right, Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. DEMETRIUS Follow? Nay, I’ll go with thee, cheek by jowl. ([Exeunt] Lysander and Demetrius.) HERMIA You, mistress, all this coil is long of you. Nay, go not back. HELENA I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine […]
Continue ReadingLysander: yes, Hermia, you are INCREDIBLY SHORT (3.2.326-335) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
HERMIA Little again? Nothing but low and little? Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? Let me come to her. LYSANDER Get you gone, you dwarf, You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made, You bead, you acorn. DEMETRIUS You are too officious In her behalf that scorns your services. Let her alone. Speak not of Helena, Take not her […]
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