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The course of true love never did run smooth
Lysander
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Puck
Though she be but little, she is fierce
Helena
I am your spaniel
Helena
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Titania
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's
Lysander
I wooed thee with my sword, and won thy love doing thee injuries
Theseus
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind
Helena
Methought I was enamour’d of an ass
Titania
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet / Are of imagination all compact
Theseus
If we shadows have offended, / Think but this, and all is mended…
Puck
Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream
Bottom
Bless thee, Bottom! Bless thee! Thou art translated
Quince
This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard
Hippolyta
What, a play toward! I’ll be an auditor; An actor too perhaps, if I see cause
Puck
My love to Hermia melted as the snow
Demetrius
Not Hermia, but Helena I love
Lysander
O me, you juggler, you canker-blossom!
Hermia
We cannot fight for love as men may do
Helena
I am amazed and know not what to say
Demetrius
Now thou and I are new in amity
Oberon
Fair lovers, you are fortunately met
Theseus
I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove
Bottom
The best in this kind are but shadows
Theseus
you pyramus’ father: myself, thisby’s father, snug the joiner, you, the lion’s part, and, i hope, here is the play fired.
peter quince
his mother was a votaress of my order and in the spiced indian air, by night, full often gossiped by my side.
Titania
Through the forest I have gone, but Athenian found none.
puck