"He hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man!"
"If he come not then the play is marred! It cannot go forward!"
"Where are these lads? Where are these hearts?"
"Get your apparel together!"
At Quince’s house, the craftsmen sit somberly and worry about their missing friend Bottom. Having last seen him shortly before the appearance of the ass-headed monster in the forest, the craftsmen worry that he has been killed by this terrifying creature.
"More strange than true! I never may believe !"
Bottom bursts triumphantly into the room and asks why everyone looks so sad.
"For in the entire play there is not one word apt, not one word fitted!"
"And we will hear it!"
The men are overjoyed to see him. they must don their costumes and go straight to the duke’s palace to perform their play.
“Our true intent is. All for your delight / We are not here. That you should here repent you,”
At his palace, Theseus speaks with Hippolyta about the story that the Athenian youths have told them concerning the magical romantic mix-ups of the previous night. Theseus says that he does not believe the story
The youths enter and Theseus greets them heartily. He summons Egeus to read him a list of plays. Egeus then tells him of the Pyramus and Thisbe story that the common craftsmen have prepared; warning that it is terrible in every respect. Theseus, however, says that if the craftsmen’s intentions are dutiful, there will be something of merit in the play no matter how poor the performance.
The lords and ladies take their seats, and Quince enters to present a prologue, which he speaks haltingly.