Demetrius Of this their purpose hither to this wood, And I, in fury, hither followed them, Fair Helena, in fancy, following me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power — But by some power it is — my love to Hermia Melted as the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gaud Which in my childhood I did dote upon. And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye Is only Helena. To her, my lord, Was I betrothed ere I saw Hermia. But like in sickness did I loathe this food, But as in health come to my natural taste; Now I do wish it, love it, long for it, And will for evermore be true to it. Theseus Fair lovers, you are fortunately met. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “my natural state”
Theseus Go, one of you, find out the forester. For now our observation is performed, And since we have the vanguard of the day, My love shall hear the music of my hounds. Uncouple in the western valley; let them go. Dispatch, I say, and find the forester. [Exit servant] We will, fair Queen, up to the mountain's top, And mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “the music of my hounds”
Oberon Her dotage now I do begin to pity, For, meeting her of late behind the wood Seeking sweet favors for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her and fall out with her, For she his hairy temples then had rounded With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers. And that same dew which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers"
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? Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “cut my finger”
Titania I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again. Mine ear is much enamored of thy note; So is mine eye enthrallèd 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 love keep little company together nowadays; the more the pity that some honest neighbors will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “keep little company”
Flute (as Thisbe) I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. Quince “Ninus' tomb,” man! Why, you must not speak Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Ninus’ Tomb
Quince Speak, Pyramus. Thisbe, stand forth. Bottom (as Pyramus) Thisbe, the flowers of odious savors sweet. Quince Odors, odorous! Bottom (as Pyramus) Odors savors sweet. So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisbe dear. Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “Odors”
Robin What hempen homespuns have we swagg’ring here So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen? What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor — An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “hempen homespuns”
Quince Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things: that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber, for you know Pyramus and Thisbe meet by moonlight. Snug Doth the moon shine that night we play our play? Bottom A calendar, a calendar — look in the almanac, find out moonshine, find out moonshine. [Enter Robin, invisible] Quince [Consulting an almanac] Yes, it doth shine that night. Bottom Why, then may you leave a casement of the great chamber window where we play open, and the moon may shine in at the casement. Quince Ay, or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lantern, and say he comes to disfigure or to present the person of Moonshine. Then there is Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “a bush of thorns and a lantern”
[The same woods as the previous scene. Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and Starveling to rehearse their play] Bottom Are we all met? Quince Pat, pat. And here's a marvelous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tiring-house, and we will do it in action as we will do it before the Duke. Read more about Act 3, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “tiring-house”