Oberon: about time I had an update; Puck: mission accomplished! MONSTER LOVE! (3.2.1-6) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

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? […]

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Titania: 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 […]

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Bottom: 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 […]

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Titania 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 […]

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Titania: 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 […]

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Titania: 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 […]

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Titania 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 […]

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ENTER 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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