Beginning line | Tis strange my Theseus that these lovers speak of |
Or in the Night, imagining some fear, how easy is a bush a bear | But all the story of the night told over, and all their minds transfigured so together, more witnesseth than fancy’s immages, and grows to something of great constancy; but howsoever, strange and admirable |
Bring them in, and ladies go take your places | I love not to see wretchedness overcharged and duty in its service perishing |
Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. | He says they can do nothing in this kind |
a good moral my lord: it is good not to speak but to speak true | Indeed, he hath played on this prologue like a child on a recorder- a sound but not in government |
No remedy my lord, when walls are so willful to hear without warning | This is the silliest stuff that i ever heard |
The best in this kind are but shadows and that worse are no worse, my imagination amend them. | Then it must be your imagination then, and not theirs. |
He dares not come there for the candle; for you see is already in snuff. | I am aweary of this moon. Would he change! |
Well run Thisbe! | Well shone moon! truly the moon shines with good grace. |
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. | Bestrew my heart, but i pity the man. |
With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and yet prove an ass. | How chance moonshine is gone before Thisby comes and finds her lover? |
Here she comes and her passion ends the play. | Methinks she should not use a long one for such a Pyramus: I hope she will be brief. |
Midsummer Night’s Dream Lines Hippolyta
August 1, 2019