A Midsummer Night’s Dream Titania lines

Act 2 Scene 1After (Oberon)Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:I have forsworn his bed and company.
Act 2 Scene 1After (Oberon)Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord? Then I must be thy lady: but I knowWhen thou hast stolen away from fairy land,Playing on pipes of corn and versing loveTo amorous Hippolyta.Your mistress to Theseus must be wedded,And you comeTo give their bed joy and prosperity.
Act 2 Scene 1After (Oberon)How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? These are the forgeries of jealousy.
Act 2 Scene 1After (Oberon)Do you amend it then; it lies in you:How long within this wood intend you stay? Perchance till after Theseus’ wedding-day.If you will patiently dance in our roundAnd see our moonlight revels, go with us;If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.Fairies, away!We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.
Act 3 Scene 1After (Bottom)I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;to fright me, if they could. But I will not stirfrom this place, do what they can: I will walk upand down here, and I will sing, that they shall hearI am not afraid.(Sings.)The ouzel cock so black of hue,With orange-tawny bill,The throstle with his note so true,The wren with little quill,– [Awaking] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:Mine ear is much enamour’d of thy note;So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;And thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move meOn the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
Act 3 Scene 1After (Bottom)Methinks, mistress, you should have little reasonfor that: and yet, to say the truth, reason andlove keep little company together now-a-days; themore the pity that some honest neighbours will notmake them friends. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
Act 3 Scene 1After (Bottom)Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. Out of this wood do not desire to go:Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.I am a spirit of no common rate;The summer still doth tend upon my state;And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee,Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Mustardseed!
Act 3 Scene 1After (All fairies)Where shall we go? Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Act 3 Scene 1After (Mustardseed)Hail! Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,Lamenting some enforced chastity.Tie up my love’s tongue bring him silently. (Exit)
Act 4 Scene 1First line Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.What, wilt thou hear some music,my sweet love?
Act 4 Scene 1After (Bottom)I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let’s havethe tongs and the bones. Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.
Act 4 Scene 1After (Bottom)Methinks I have a great desire to a bottleof hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me: Ihave an exposition of sleep come upon me. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.Fairies, begone, and be all ways away. (Sleep)
Act 4 Scene 1After (Oberon)[Advancing] Welcome, good Robin.See’st thou this sweet sight?Her dotage now I do begin to pity:And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalpFrom off the head of this Athenian swain;That, he awaking when the other do,May all to Athens back again repairAnd think no more of this night’s accidentsBut as the fierce vexation of a dream.But first I will release the fairy queen.Be as thou wast wont to be;See as thou wast wont to see:Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!Methought I was enamour’d of an ass.
Act 4 Scene 1After (Oberon)There lies your love. How came these things to pass?O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
Act 4 Scene 1After (Oberon)Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head.Titania, music call; and strike more deadThan common sleep of all these five the sense. Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep!
Act 4 Scene 1After (Oberon)Then, my queen, in silence sad,Trip we after the night’s shade:We the globe can compass soon,Swifter than the wandering moon. Come, my lord, and in our flightTell me how it came this nightThat I sleeping here was foundWith these mortals on the ground.(They exit)