Bottom Enough. Hold or cut bowstrings. [Exit all.] Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Hold or cut bowstrings”
Flute Nay, faith, let not me play a woman. I have a beard coming. Quince That's all one. You shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3748
Bottom First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow to a point. Quince Mary, our play is The Most Lamentable Comedy and Most Cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisbe. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3747
[Enter a group of six people who, judging from their dress and speech, are poorly educated laborers. They have decided to contribute to Theseus’ wedding festivities by staging a play which one of them, Quince, has written for the occasion.] Quince Is all our company here? Bottom You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3746
Helena Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste. And therefore is Love said to be a child Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3745
Helena Sickness is catching. O, were favor so! Your words I catch, fair Hermia. Ere I go, My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, The rest I'd give to be to you translated. O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3744
Hermia I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen When the false Trojan under sail was seen, By all the vows that ever men have broke – (In number more than ever women spoke) – In that same place thou hast appointed me Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “Carthage queen”
Hermia I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, By his best arrow with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen When the false Trojan under sail was seen, By all the vows that ever men have broke – (In number more than ever women spoke) – In that same place thou hast appointed me Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Mythological Reference