These lovers are talking about strange things.
Come sit down on this flower-strewn bed while I stroke your friendly cheeks, stick muskroses in your hair, and kiss your big, beautiful ears.
Where is Peaseblossom?
At your service.
Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where is Master Cobweb?
Is everyone here?
Right on time. This is the perfect place for our rehearsal. This grass here will be our stage, and this stand of trees will be backstage, and we’ll rehearse the play just as we plan to perform it for the Duke.
Peter Quince?
What is it, Bottom, my good friend?
How are you, fairy? Where are you going?