Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
Some war with reremice for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats; and some keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices, and let me rest.
Fairies sing.
Come, sing a round and a fairy song now. Then, for just a moment, go away. Some of you kill the worms in the musk-rose buds. Some of you fight the bats for their leather wings to make coats for my little elves, and some of you keep that loud owl away — the one that hoots every night and wonders at our magical spirits. Sing me to sleep, then get to your tasks, and let me rest.
Alright, come on, everyone sing me a lullaby. Then take off for a minute. Go kill those caterpillars eating the rose buds. Fight the bats for their wings so we can make coats for the little ones. And somebody keep that annoying owl quiet — you know, the one that won't shut up at night wondering what we are. Sing me down to sleep, then get to work, and let me get some rest.
sing a round get the bugs and the bats fairies shut that owl up put me to sleep then everyone get to work
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms do no wrong,
Come not near our Fairy Queen:
You spotted snakes with forked tongues, thorny hedgehogs, do not show yourselves. Newts and blind worms, do nothing wrong. Do not come near our fairy queen.
You with the spots and the split tongue, stay away. Hedgehogs with your spiky backs, don't come near. Newts and blind worms, behave yourselves. Stay back from our queen.
snakes go away hedgehogs stay back everything with legs leave the queen alone
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby:
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So good night, with lullaby.
Philomel, with melody, sing in our sweet lullaby: Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm, nor curse, nor magic, come near our lovely lady. So good night, with lullaby.
Philomel, sing sweet, sing in our lullaby: Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby. Nothing bad, no spells, nothing mean, come near our lovely queen. Sleep tight, with lullaby.
sing philomel sing lulla lulla lullaby nothing bad comes here good night go to sleep
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg’d spinners, hence.
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail do no offence.
Spiders weaving your webs, do not come here. Go away, you long-legged spinners, go away. Black beetles, do not come near. Neither worm nor snail shall do harm.
Spiders, keep your webs away from here. Get out of here with your long legs, get. Black beetles, don't you come near. Worms and snails, don't touch anything.
spiders out long legs get gone beetles stay away worms and snails don't touch anything
Philomel with melody, &c.
Philomel, with melody, and so on.
And we sing the same lullaby again.
lulla lulla lullaby repeat again and again
Hence away! Now all is well.
One aloof stand sentinel.
Go away now! Everything is done. One of you stay awake and stand guard.
Alright, everybody go. We're done here. One of you stay up and watch.
everyone out we're done one of you stay and guard
What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Whatever you see when you wake,
When you open your eyes,
when you wake love what you see
When Hermia wakes from her nightmare, she describes a serpent eating her heart while Lysander watched smiling. The image is psychologically precise: the snake is Oberon's magic consuming her relationship; Lysander's smiling is his enchanted contentment. Dreams in Shakespeare often tell truths that waking consciousness cannot access. Hermia's dream is not prophetic in the fortune-telling sense — it is diagnostic. Her sleeping mind has perceived what her waking mind doesn't know yet: that something is eating her relationship from inside, and that the man she trusted is watching it happen with equanimity. The nightmare occurs at exactly the moment when the enchantment has taken hold. This is one of several moments in the play where Shakespeare blurs the boundary between the fairy world's magic and the human characters' interior lives.
Fair love, you faint with wand’ring in the wood.
And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way.
We’ll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
My fair love, you're fainting from wandering in the woods. And, to be honest, I've forgotten which way we came. Let's rest here, Hermia, if you think it's good, and wait for daylight to comfort us.
You're exhausted, love — all this walking in the dark's wearing you out. I gotta be real, I have no idea where we are. Let's just crash here, yeah? If you're cool with it, we can wait for the sun.
you're exhausted i'm lost let's rest here wait for morning
Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
All right, Lysander, you find yourself a place to sleep, and I'll rest my head on this bank.
Yeah, okay—you go find your spot, and I'll lay my head down here on the grass.
ok fine you sleep there i'll sleep here
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
One patch of grass will serve as a pillow for us both. One heart, one bed, two bodies, and one promise of faithfulness.
One pillow for both of us. One heart, one bed, two bodies, one oath of love.
one pillow one heart one bed two bodies one promise forever
Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
No, good Lysander—for my sake, for my sake, my dear, lie further off. Don't lie so close.
No, Lysander—please, babe, come on. I need you to move further back. Don't be right next to me.
no please move back i can't have you this close
O take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!
Love takes the meaning in love’s conference.
I mean that my heart unto yours is knit,
So that but one heart we can make of it:
Two bosoms interchainèd with an oath,
So then two bosoms and a single troth.
Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Oh, understand what I really mean, my love! Love translates its meaning in love's conversation. I mean that my heart is tied to yours, so that we can make one heart from both. Two bodies bound together with an oath, so still two bodies but one promise of faithfulness. So don't deny me a spot at your side. For lying beside you like this, Hermia, I'm not deceiving you.
Come on, baby, understand what I'm saying. When lovers talk, they get what's real underneath the words. My heart is tied to yours—we'd make one heart out of the two of us. Two bodies, but one promise to each other. So don't push me away. I'm lying next to you, and I'm not lying to you.
understand what i mean our hearts are tied together we're one promise in two bodies i'm not deceiving you i'm not lying
Lysander riddles very prettily.
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied!
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off, in human modesty,
Such separation as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend:
Thy love ne’er alter till thy sweet life end!
Lysander riddles very cleverly. Now I'm ashamed of my shyness and my pride, if Hermia meant to say Lysander was lying! But, sweet friend, for love and courtesy, lie further off, in proper modesty—a distance that befits a good young man and an unmarried girl. Stay that far away. And good night, sweet friend. May your love never change until your sweet life ends!
Lysander, you're so clever with your wordplay. I'm embarrassed—I didn't mean to say you were a liar! But really, for decency and respect, you've got to stay back. That's what it means to be a proper guy and a single girl. Keep that distance, okay? And good night, sweet. May you love me exactly like this until the day you die.
ok you're clever i didn't mean you were lying we just have to be decent about this stay back i love you forever
Amen, amen, to that fair prayer say I;
And then end life when I end loyalty!
Here is my bed. Sleep give thee all his rest!
Amen, amen—I say the same to that fair prayer. And may my life end when my faithfulness does! Here is my bed. May sleep give you all his blessings of rest!
Amen, I agree with every word. May I die the moment I stop loving you. Here—this is my spot. Go to sleep and rest easy.
ok amen i'll love you till death here's my bed sleep well
With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be pressed!
With half the blessing that you just gave me, may your own eyes rest and be at peace!
And half of that same good sleep for you too!
sleep well you too
Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower’s force in stirring love.
Night and silence! Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despisèd the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul, she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe;
When thou wak’st let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.
I've traveled through the forest, but I haven't found any Athenian man on whose eyes I could test this flower's power to stir up love. Night and silence—who's here? He's wearing Athenian clothes. This is the man my master told me about, the one who despises the Athenian girl. And here's the maiden, sleeping soundly on the damp and dirty ground. Poor thing—she wouldn't lie near this heartless man, this cruel lover. Cruel man, I cast all the power of this magic on your eyes. When you wake, let love forbid sleep from touching your eyelids. So wake when I leave, because I have to go back to Oberon.
I've been all through these woods and I can't find a single Athenian guy. Who's here? Night and silence. Okay, Athens clothes—that's him. This is the guy my boss wants me to fix, the one who's being a jerk to the Athenian girl. And there she is, asleep on the nasty ground. Poor girl wouldn't get near this asshole because he's got no heart. Asshole—I'm putting all this flower's juice right on your eyes. When you wake up, your eyes won't let you sleep till you're obsessed with whoever you see. Wake up when I'm gone. I gotta get back to Oberon.
searched the whole forest found this guy in athens clothes this is the one he's mean to her she won't sleep near him so i'm putting the spell on him love will hit him first thing and it's gonna hurt
Puck makes a perfectly reasonable mistake. He has been told to find an Athenian man in the forest who is cruel to a woman who loves him; he finds an Athenian man sleeping beside a woman at a careful distance. The 'careful distance' is what deceives him: he reads Lysander's respectful separation from Hermia as the coldness of a man who doesn't care. The mistake is a kind of dramatic justice — if Lysander had ignored Hermia's request and slept right beside her, Puck might have registered them as a couple and looked elsewhere. Hermia's propriety causes her own catastrophe. Shakespeare builds much of the play's comedy on this type of chain-reaction: each character acting reasonably, correctly, or virtuously — and thereby setting off the next disaster.
Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
Wait, even if it kills me, sweet Demetrius!
Please—wait! Even if you kill me, Demetrius!
wait don't leave me even if you kill me please
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
I'm ordering you to leave, and stop haunting me like this.
Go. Leave me alone and stop following me.
get out stop stalking me
O, wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so.
Oh, will you leave me in the darkness like this? Don't do that.
Oh no—you're not just leaving me here in the dark, are you? Please don't.
you can't leave me not in the dark please
Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.
Stop pursuing me, or you'll be sorry. I'll go alone.
I'm warning you—stop this now. I'm leaving.
i'm warning you stop i'm leaving alone
O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe’er she lies,
For she hath blessèd and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears.
If so, my eyes are oftener wash’d than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear,
For beasts that meet me run away for fear:
Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia’s sphery eyne?
But who is here? Lysander, on the ground!
Dead or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
Oh, I'm out of breath from chasing him! The more I beg for love, the less kindness I receive. Hermia is happy, wherever she is sleeping, because she has blessed and attractive eyes. How did her eyes become so bright? Not from tears. If that were true, my eyes would be washed more often than hers. No, no—I'm as ugly as a bear. Wild beasts run away from me in fear. So no wonder that Demetrius flies from my presence as if I were a monster. What cruel and false mirror have I been looking into that made me compare myself with Hermia's beautiful eyes? But who's that here? Lysander, lying on the ground! Is he dead or asleep? I see no blood, no wound. Lysander, if you're alive, wake up, please.
I'm dying out here chasing after him. I beg for love and get nothing back. Hermia's got it made—she's sleeping somewhere probably, and she's beautiful, right? She's got gorgeous eyes. How did she end up with such pretty eyes? Not from crying—if that were the case, my eyes would be washed from tears more than hers. I'm hideous. Like actually a bear, ugly and scary. Animals run away from me. Of course Demetrius would run from me like I'm a monster. What the hell kind of mirror was I looking in that made me think I could compare myself to Hermia? Wait—who's that? Lysander. He's out cold. Is he dead? He doesn't look hurt. Lysander? Hey, wake up if you're alive.
i can't breathe running after him the more i ask the worse it gets her eyes are beautiful mine are just red from tears i'm as ugly as a beast animals flee from me why would he want me what's that lysander wake up are you okay
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art in the way that your body lets me see your heart right through it. Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fitting that vile name is to be destroyed by my sword!
Helena, you're incredible—I can see right through you to your soul. Where's that bastard Demetrius? I'd like to kill him with my bare hands.
helena i can see into you your heart's right there where's demetrius i'll kill him for you
Do not say so, Lysander, say not so.
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you. Then be content.
Don't say that, Lysander—don't say it. So what if he loves Hermia? Lord, what does it matter? Hermia still loves you. So be satisfied.
Okay, don't—Lysander, don't. So what if he loves Hermia? Who cares? She still loves you. Just be cool about it.
stop just stop so he loves hermia who cares she loves you just be content
Content with Hermia? No, I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia, but Helena I love.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason sway’d,
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their season;
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
And leads me to your eyes, where I o’erlook
Love’s stories, written in love’s richest book.
Content with Hermia? No, I repent the boring minutes I spent with her. Not Hermia, but Helena I love now. Who would trade a raven for a dove? The will of man is guided by reason, and reason tells me you are the worthier woman. Things that are growing don't ripen until their season. I, being young, haven't ripened into reason until now. Now that I've reached the point where human judgment matters, reason becomes the guide of my will and leads me to your eyes, where I see and read love's stories written in love's most beautiful book.
Be cool with Hermia? Never. I'm sorry about every second I wasted with her. It's you I love, Helena. Who's gonna pick a raven when there's a dove? Men follow reason, and reason's telling me you're the better choice. Things don't get ripe till the season's right. I was too young, but now I'm mature enough to think clearly. Now that I can actually use my head, my mind's showing me what to do—and it's saying go to you. Everything good is written in your eyes.
hermia? no way i wasted time with her i love you raven vs dove men use reason reason says you i wasn't old enough to understand but now i do you're in my eyes you're my reason
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
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?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well; perforce I must confess,
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
O, that a lady of one man refus’d,
Should of another therefore be abus’d!
Why was I born just to be the target of cruel mockery? When did I deserve this scorn from you? Isn't it enough—isn't it enough, young man—that I never could, and never can, deserve a kind look from Demetrius' eyes, without you also mocking my worthlessness? You're doing me wrong, you really are, courting me with such contempt. But goodbye. I have to admit, I thought you were a gentleman of greater kindness. Oh, that a lady rejected by one man should then be mistreated by another!
Why does everything mock me? What did I do to deserve your cruelty? It's not enough that Demetrius won't even look at me kindly, now you're making fun of me too? You're being a jerk—actually cruel, the way you're doing this. But I'm done. I thought you were actually a decent person. What is wrong with guys? Get rejected by one guy and the next guy thinks it's cool to play games with you?
why are you doing this i already got rejected i'm already ugly to him you don't have to mock me i thought you were kind but you're just cruel thanks for nothing
She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there,
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Or as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive;
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And, all my powers, address your love and might
To honour Helen, and to be her knight!
She can't see Hermia. Hermia, sleep there, and may you never come near Lysander again! Because when the sweetest things become too much, they bring the deepest loathing to the stomach. Or as the false beliefs that men abandon are hated most by those they deceived—so you, my excess and my heresy, be hated by everyone, but most of all by me! And all my power, address your love and might to honor Helen, and to be her champion!
She can't see her. Hermia, stay where you are. Don't come near me ever again. Too much of something sweet makes you hate it. Like, if you used to believe in something and now you think it's wrong, you despise it way more than someone who never believed it. That's you, Hermia. You're something I'm done with. Everyone should hate you, but especially me. All of me, everything I've got—I'm putting it all into loving Helen and being her knight.
she can't see hermia stay away from me too much of anything good makes you hate it you're what i used to believe now i hate you ever let yourself near me i hate you more than anyone i'm all helen's now
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ay me, for pity! What a dream was here!
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.
Lysander! What, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? Gone? No sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? Speak, and if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? Then I well perceive you are not nigh.
Either death or you I’ll find immediately.
To pull this crawling serpent from my chest! Oh no, what a terrible dream that was! Lysander, look at how I'm trembling with fear. I dreamed that a serpent ate my heart, and you sat there smiling at his cruel feeding. Lysander! What—are you gone? Lysander! My lord! What—can't you hear me? Are you gone? No sound, no word? Oh no, where are you? Speak, and if you hear me, speak, for all our love's sake! I'm almost fainting from fear. Nothing? Then I know for sure you're not near me. I'll find either death or you right now.
I'm tearing this serpent out of my chest! Oh god, what a nightmare. Lysander, look—I'm shaking. I dreamed a snake was eating my heart and you just sat there smiling while it happened. Lysander! Where are you? Lysander! Lord! You're gone? Can you hear me? Nothing? Where'd you go? Say something—say anything! I'm losing it, please answer. Nothing at all? That means you're really gone. I'm going to find you or I'm going to die trying.
nightmare serpent eating my heart you watched smiling lysander where are you lysander answer me please im so scared if you're gone i'm gone too
The Reckoning
The shortest act-2 scene but the most mechanically important: it fires the central misfiring — Puck's mistake that creates all the chaos of Act 3. But the scene earns its comedy through the careful staging of irony. We watch Lysander and Hermia settle down to sleep with genuine sweetness and modesty. Then we watch Puck make an entirely understandable error. Then we watch Helena arrive running, exhausted and dejected, and wake a man whose eyes have been enchanted to see her as the most beautiful person in the world. The distance between how she sees herself and how Lysander suddenly sees her is the comic engine of the next two scenes. And then Hermia's nightmare — a serpent eating her heart while Lysander watched smiling — is one of the play's most genuinely disturbing images.
If this happened today…
You and your partner sneak into a park after midnight to sleep rough, being respectful of each other's space. Someone comes along in the dark, thinks your partner is a different person, and spikes his face with a contact drug. Your partner wakes up to the first person who walks past — your best friend, who is in tears because another guy is running away from her. Your partner immediately declares passionate love for her. Your best friend, who has been treated terribly all night, assumes it's a prank. You wake up later from a nightmare to find him gone.