I wonder if Titania has woken up yet, and I wonder what she first saw — the thing she must have fallen deeply in love with.
Here comes my messenger. How are you, crazy fairy? What mischief are you up to in this haunted forest tonight?
Let’s have a dance and a fairy song, and then you should all head off to work: some of you will kill worms in rosebuds, some of you will fight bats for their leathery wings so that you can make coats for my small elves, and some of you will ward off the loud owl that hoots while we sleep. Sing me to sleep now. Then go do your jobs and let me rest.
Is everyone here?
You should probably call everyone individually, according to your list.
I have here a list of every man who is considered in Athens to be a good enough actor to join our play to entertain Theseus and Hippolyta on the night of their wedding.
