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? […]
Continue ReadingTitania: enough TALKING, bring him to my BOWER (3.1.180-192) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
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 […]
Continue ReadingBottom: who are all these little fairy chaps then? (3.1.169-180) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
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 […]
Continue ReadingTitania to fairies: look after him! make him feel wonderful! (3.1.158-168) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
TITANIA 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 humble-bees, And for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worms’ eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the […]
Continue ReadingTitania: Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseed! Fairies: at your service! (3.1.156-7) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
TITANIA Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed! Enter four Fairies: PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH and MUSTARDSEED. PEASEBLOSSOM Ready. COBWEB And I. MOTH And I. MUSTARDSEED And I. ALL Where shall we go? (3.1.156-7) Fairy time! More fairies than before, or at least the fairies who have appeared before get names: Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed! Titania summons them, and they duly appear, and they’re […]
Continue ReadingTitania: you’re not going ANYWHERE, I’m the one in charge here (3.1.143-155) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
TITANIA Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. BOTTOM Not so neither; but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. TITANIA Out of this wood do not desire to go. Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of […]
Continue ReadingTitania: I THINK I LOVE YOU! Bottom: WHY? why NOT!? (3.1.133-142) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
TITANIA I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note. So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape, And thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. BOTTOM Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that. And yet to say the truth, reason and […]
Continue ReadingTitania awakes! to the voice of an (asinine) angel! (3.1.121-132) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
BOTTOM The ousel cock so black of hue With orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill. TITANIA [Wakes.] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? BOTTOM The finch, the sparrow and the lark, The plainsong cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer nay. For indeed, who would set his wit to […]
Continue ReadingBottom: is this some kind of prank? are they making an ASS of me? (3.1.108-120) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
BOTTOM Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to make me afeard Enter SNOUT. SNOUT O Bottom, thou art changed. What do I see on thee? BOTTOM What do you see? You see an ass-head of your own, do you? [Exit Snout.] Enter QUINCE. QUINCE Bless thee Bottom, bless thee! Thou […]
Continue ReadingENTER BOTTOM WITH AN ASS’S HEAD! (3.1.99-107) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare
Enter BOTTOM with an ass’s head, PUCK following. BOTTOM If I were, fair Thisbe, I were only thine. QUINCE O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted. Pray, masters; fly, masters. Help! [Exeunt all except PUCK and BOTTOM.] PUCK I’ll follow you; I’ll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier. Sometime a horse I’ll be, sometime a hound, A […]
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