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- Athens...
- What say you Hermia? Be advised, fair maid: Demetrius is a worthy gentlemen.
- As she is mine, I may dispose of her which shall be to either this gentleman or to her death.
- Either to die the death, or to abjure for ever the society of men. Take time to pause; and, by the next new moon, the sealing-day betwixt my love and me.
- So is Lysander. I refuse to wed Demetrius.
- Demetrius, I’ll avouch it to his head, made love with Nedar’s daughter, Helena, and won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, upon this spotted and inconstant man.
- I will go tell him of fair Hermia’s flight: then to the woods will he to-morrow night.
- The course of true love never did run smooth; I have an aunt, a dowager from Athens is her house remote seven leagues; There, Gentle Hermia, may I marry thee.
- In the forest...
- I do beg but a little changeling boy.
- Set your heart at rest: his mother was a votaress of my order: and for her sake I will not part with him.
- Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell: it fell upon a little western flower, and maidens call it love-in-idleness. Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew’d thee once: the juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid will make or man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees. I’ll watch Titania when she is asleep, and drop the liquor of it in her eyes.
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- Love-in-Idleness
- I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
- You do impeach your modesty too much, with the rich worth of your virginity.
- You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; I am your spaniel; the more you beat me, I will fawn on you.
- I’ll run from thee and hide in the brakes!
- Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase.
- Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
- A sweet Athenian lady is in love with a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; but do it when the next he espies may be the lady: thou shalt know the man by the Athenian garments he hath on.
- Later...
- Deeper in the forest...
- Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: We'll rest us, Hermia.
- Be it so...
- One turf shall serve as a pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
- Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
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- Night and silence—Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: Churl, upon thy eyes I throw all the power this charm doth owe.
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- Moments later...
- But who is here? Lysander! on the ground! Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
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- That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Content with Hermia? No; I do repent.
- Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
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- Elsewhere...
- *singing*
- What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.
- *yawn*
- To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.
- Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
- Another part of the woods...
- What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite, and laid the love-juice on some true-love’s sight!
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