“Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;

Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;

Turn melancholy forth to funerals;

The pale companion is not for our pomp.” (1.1.16-19)

“With cunning hast thou filch’d my daughter’s heart,

Turn’d her obedience (which is due to me)

To stubborn harshness." (1.1.37-39)

“Either to die the death, or to abjure

For ever the society of men.” (1.1.67-68)

“Marry, our play is The most lamentable comedy and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe.” (1.2.11)

“Never did I hear

Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves,

The skies, the fountains, every region near

Seem’d all one mutual cry.” (1.2.22-25)

“meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogg’d with company, and our devices known” (1.2.100)

“meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogg’d with company, and our devices known” (1.2.100)

“Either I mistake your shape and making quite,

Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite

Call’d Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he

That frights the maidens of the villagery,” (2.1.33-36)

“If you will patiently dance in our round,

And see our moonlight revels, go with us;

If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.” (2.1.147-149)

“I sat upon a promontory,

And heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath” (2.1.156-158)

“And with the juice of this I’ll streak her eyes,

And make her full of hateful fantasies. . . .

Anoint his eyes;

But do it when the next thing he espies

May be the lady.” (2.1.269-273)

“keep back

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders

At our quaint spirits.” (2.2.6-8)

“Is’t not enough, is’t not enough, young man,

That I did never, no, nor never can

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius’ eye,

But you must flout my insufficiency?” (2.2.135-138)