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Quotations from A Midsummer’s Night Dream Lysander: The course of true love never did run smooth Helena: Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd Puck: If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended. That you have but slumbered here, while these visions did appear, and this weak and idle theme, no more yielding but a dream. Gentles, do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend. Else the Puck a liar call. And so good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends. Puck: If we shadows have offended, / Think but this, and all is mended, / That you have but slumber'd here / While these visions did appear. / And this weak and idle theme, / No more yielding but a dream, / Gentles, do not reprehend: / If you pardon we will mend. / Else the Puck a liar call. / Give me your hands, if we be friends, / And Robin shall restore amends. Titania: Come, my lord, and in our flight / Tell me how it came this night / That I sleeping here was found / With these mortals on the ground. Theseus: The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. Oberon: Now, until the break of day / Through this house each fairy stray. / To the best bride-bed will we, / Which by us shall blessed be; / So shall all the couples three / Ever true in loving be; / And the owner of it blest / Ever shall in safety rest. / Trip awa; make no stay; / Meet me all by break of day. Helena: I am your spaniel. And Demetrius, the more you beat me, I will fawn on you. Use me - but as your spaniel. Spurn me, strike me, neglect me, lose me, but give me leave, unworthy as I am, to follow you. Tom Snout: [Puck has turned Bottom into a donkey] Bottom, thou art changed. What do I see on thee? Bottom the Weaver: What do you see? What; do you see an ass' head of your own, do you? Peter Quince: [backing away] Bless me. Thou art translated. Bottom the Weaver: Why do they run away? I see their knavery. This is to make an ass of me. Theseus: [Reviewing possible plays to be presented] "Battle with the Centaurs," to be sung by an Athenian eunuch to the harp. We'll none of that. Hermia: O hell! to choose love with another's eye. Flute: Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming. Bottom: A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Titania: My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamoured of an ass. Theseus: The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve; Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. PucK If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding, but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend; If you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck If we have unearnéd luck, Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long: Else the Puck a liar call. So good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends. Hippolyta: I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharged, And duty in his service perishing. Lysander: Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. Helena: haste. Wings and no eyes figure unheedy Helena: Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Helena: And therefore is Love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. Theseus: But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. Hermia: O hell! to choose love with another's eye. Flute: Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming. Bottom: A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Helena: We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition; Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one and crowned with one crest, And will you rent our ancient love asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor friend? It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, Though I alone do feel the injury. Puck: Lord, what fools these mortals be! Puck: Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards.