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Enter OBERON, King of Fairies, solus |
OBERON, the Fairy King,
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OBERON
I wonder if Titania be awaked.
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity.
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OBERON
I wonder if Titania is awake yet, and if she is, I wonder what the
first thing she saw was. Whatever it is, she must be completely in
love with it now.
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Enter ROBIN
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ROBIN enters. |
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Here comes my messenger.—How now, mad spirit?
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
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Ah, here comes my messenger.—What’s going
on, you crazy spirit? What havoc have you wreaked in this part of
the forest?
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ROBIN
My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented in their sport,
Forsook his scene and entered in a brake,
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass’s nole I fixèd on his head.
Anon his Thisbe must be answerèd,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun’s report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky—
So at his sight away his fellows fly;
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one
falls.
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ROBIN
My mistress Titania is in love with a monster. While she was
sleeping in her bed of flowers, a group of bumbling idiots, rough
workmen from Athens, got together nearby to rehearse some play they
plan to perform on Theseus’s wedding day. The stupidest
one, who played Pyramus in their play, finished his scene and went
to sit in the bushes to wait for his next cue. I took that
opportunity to stick a donkey’s head on him. When it was
time for him to go back onstage and talk to his Thisbe, he came out
of the bushes and everyone saw him. His friends ran away as fast as
ducks scatter when they hear a hunter’s gunshot. One of
them was so frightened when he heard my footsteps that he yelled,
“Murder!” and called for help from Athens.
They were all so afraid that they completely lost their common
sense. They started to become scared of inanimate objects, terrified
by the thorns and briars that catch at their clothing and pull off
their sleeves and hats. I led them on in this frightened, distracted
state, and left sweet
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