I wonder if Titania be awak’d;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity.
I wonder whether Titania has woken up yet, and what was the first thing that came into her sight, which she will definitely have to fall desperately in love with.
I wonder if Titania's up yet, and what was the first thing she saw that made her go absolutely crazy for it.
is titania awake yet what's she gonna be obsessed with
Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit?
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
Here comes my messenger. Hello, you wild spirit! What kind of mischief are you causing in this haunted forest at night?
My messenger's here! What's up, you crazy spirit? What kind of chaos have you been causing in this place tonight?
messenger here what's happening in this haunted forest
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 enter’d in a brake.
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass’s nole I fixed 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;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears, thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there.
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
Titania wak’d, and straightway lov’d an ass.
My mistress is in love with a monster. While she was sleeping near her private bedroom, a group of unskilled, crude workers—who work for money on Athenian streets—had gathered to practice a play for the great Theseus' wedding day. The most foolish of these rough performers, who played Pyramus in their little show, ran away from the scene and went into the bushes. When I saw him at this perfect moment, I put an ass's head on him. Then his acting partner, Thisbe, had to respond, and out came my copycat. When they spotted him, they scattered like wild geese or birds when a hunter approaches, rising and squawking at the sound of a gun, breaking apart and madly rushing across the sky. At the sight of him, all his friends fled, and when we stomped, one after another they fell down here. He cries murder and calls for help from Athens. With their senses overcome by fear and their fear so strong, senseless things began to work against them: briars and thorns caught at their clothes, stealing sleeves and hats from anyone who tried to run. I led them in this panicked chaos and left poor Pyramus transformed there. And then, in that moment, it happened: Titania woke up and immediately fell in love with an ass.
My boss fell for a monster. There were some rough construction workers rehearsing a play near where she was sleeping, to perform for the big royal wedding. The dumbest one, who was playing the guy in their little drama, took off into the bushes when I spotted him. I stuck a donkey's head on him, and when his stage partner came looking for him and everyone saw him, they absolutely lost it—like wild birds panicking and scattering everywhere when someone shoots. They trampled each other, screaming for help, convinced some invisible force was attacking them. Thorns and branches ripped their clothes apart. I chased them through all that chaos and left the donkey-man behind. Right then, Titania woke up and fell head over heels for him.
my boss fell for a monster these workers were rehearsing nearby i put a donkey head on the main guy everyone freaked out and ran titania woke up n fell for the donkey dude
This falls out better than I could devise.
But hast thou yet latch’d the Athenian’s eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
This works out better than I could have planned. But have you yet applied the love potion to the Athenian's eyes, as I instructed you to do?
This is working out better than I expected. But did you actually put the love potion in that Athenian guy's eyes like I told you to?
this is better than planned did u put the potion in his eyes
I took him sleeping—that is finish’d too—
And the Athenian woman by his side,
That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey’d.
I took care of that while he was sleeping—that part is finished—and the Athenian woman is sleeping right next to him, so when he wakes up, he will definitely have to look at her.
Done. I got him while he was asleep, and I made sure his girlfriend is sleeping right next to him, so when he wakes up he's gonna have to see her first.
got him while he was sleeping his girl's right next to him first thing he'll see
Stand close. This is the same Athenian.
Stay close and quiet. This is the same Athenian man.
Stay down. That's the Athenian guy right there.
stay close thats the guy
This is the woman, but not this the man.
She is the right one, but he is the wrong one.
That's the right woman, but that's not the right guy.
thats the girl but wrong guy
O why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Why do you attack someone who loves you so much? Speak harshly to your actual enemy instead.
Why are you being so mean to someone who's totally into you? Go yell at someone you actually hate.
y r u attacking someone whos into u like at someone u actually hate
Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse,
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o’er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me. Would he have stol’n away
From sleeping Hermia? I’ll believe as soon
This whole earth may be bor’d, and that the moon
May through the centre creep and so displease
Her brother’s noontide with th’ Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murder’d him.
So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.
I'm just criticizing you now, but I should treat you much worse, because I'm afraid you have given me reason to curse you. If you have killed Lysander in his sleep, then you are knee-deep in blood already—go all the way and kill me too. The sun was not as faithful to the day as he was to me. Would he have secretly left me from my sleep? I would sooner believe the whole earth could be bored through, and the moon could travel through the center and upset the midday on the other side of the world. It cannot be anything except that you have murdered him. Your face should look like a murderer's—dead and grim.
Right now I'm just scolding you, but honestly I should do so much worse, because I'm terrified you killed Lysander. If you murdered him while he was sleeping, then just finish the job and kill me too. That guy loved me more faithfully than the sun loves the day. He would never have abandoned me like this. I'd have better luck drilling a hole through the whole earth or having the moon somehow pass through the center of the world sideways. There's no way he's alive. You absolutely killed him. And you look exactly like someone who did it—dead-faced and horrifying.
im just yelling at u now but if u killed lysander then just kill me too he would never leave me like this u def killed him u look like a murderer
So should the murder’d look, and so should I,
Pierc’d through the heart with your stern cruelty.
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
A murderer should look dead and grim like I do now, and so should I, pierced through the heart by your harsh cruelty. Yet you, though you are the murderer, look as bright and clear as the Venus shining in her starry sphere.
A killer should look as ghostly and grim as I do right now, and yeah, your cruelty just stabbed me in the heart. But you—the actual murderer—you're out here looking as beautiful and radiant as Venus in the night sky.
i look like a ghost u stabbed my heart but u look beautiful like venus in the sky
What’s this to my Lysander? Where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
What has that got to do with my Lysander? Where is he? Come on, good Demetrius, will you give him back to me?
What does that have to do with anything? Where's my Lysander? Come on, Demetrius, just give him back to me.
where is lysander please give him back
I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
I would rather give his dead body to my hunting dogs.
I'd sooner feed his corpse to my dogs.
id feed him to my dogs
Out, dog! Out, cur! Thou driv’st me past the bounds
Of maiden’s patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never number’d among men!
O once tell true; tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have look’d upon him, being awake,
And hast thou kill’d him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
You monster! You dog! You drive me past the limits of what a young lady can stand. Did you kill him, then? From now on, may you never be counted among men! Just once, tell me the truth, tell me the truth for my sake! How could you look at him when he was awake and kill him while he was defenseless? That was a cowardly blow! Could not even a worm or a snake do as much damage? A snake did this—with its double tongue, you serpent, no snake ever struck with such venom as you.
You animal! You disgusting dog! You're pushing me way past my limit. So you killed him? Fine, from now on I don't consider you human anymore. Just please tell me the truth, just this once. How could you look him in the face when he was awake and then murder him while he was sleeping? That's cowardly beyond belief! A worm could've done more damage. You're like a snake with two tongues—way more venomous than any actual serpent.
ur a dog u killed him u looked him in the face then murdered him in his sleep that's cowardly u're worse than a snake
You spend your passion on a mispris’d mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander’s blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
You are wasting your anger on a mood born of misunderstanding. I am not guilty of Lysander's blood, and as far as I can tell, he is not even dead.
You're just getting worked up over a misunderstanding. I didn't kill Lysander, and for all I know, he's not even dead.
youre mad over nothing i didnt kill him he's probably fine
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Then please tell me he is well.
Then just tell me he's okay.
then tell me hes ok
And if I could, what should I get therefore?
And if I could, what would I gain from doing so?
Why would I do that? What do I get out of it?
y would i do that
A privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.
Never having to see me again would be your reward. And with that I am leaving your hated company. See me no more, whether he is dead or alive.
That would be it—you'd never have to see me again. I'm done with you. Stay away from me, whether he's dead or not.
ur reward is never seeing me im leaving dont come near me
There is no following her in this fierce vein.
Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.
So sorrow’s heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.
There is no way I can follow her in this fierce mood. I will stay here for a while. Sorrow weighs me down more heavily because sleep, that bankrupt god, owes me payment for my sorrow, and I will collect at least some of that debt now if I rest.
There's no point chasing after her when she's this angry. I'll just wait here for a bit. I'm so exhausted from my sadness, and sleep might actually give me a little relief from all this pain, so I'm gonna rest for a while.
no point chasing her im staying here im so tired and sad need to sleep
What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite,
And laid the love-juice on some true-love’s sight.
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn’d, and not a false turn’d true.
What did you do? You have made a serious mistake and put the love potion on the eyes of the wrong lover. The result of your error must be that some true love is turned, and not a false lover turned true.
What did you do? You messed up bad and put the love juice on the wrong person. Now some real couple is torn apart, instead of fixing a fake love.
u messed up wrong person got the potion real love got ruined
Then fate o’er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Fate decides everything anyway. While one man keeps his promise, a million break theirs, piling broken oath on broken oath.
It's not my fault, that's just how life works. Some guy keeps his promise while a million others don't, stacking lies on top of lies.
fate controls everything most people break their promises anyway
About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find.
All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
By some illusion see thou bring her here;
I’ll charm his eyes against she do appear.
Run through the woods faster than the wind, and find Helena from Athens. She is lovesick and pale from sighs of love that are draining her blood. By some magic, bring her here, and I will charm his eyes before she appears.
Rush through the forest faster than wind, go find Helena from Athens. She's in love and all pale from sighing so much—it's literally killing her. Bring her here somehow, and I'll make sure his eyes are ready for her when she shows up.
run thru the woods fast find helena from athens she's pale from lovenickness bring her here
I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow.
I go, I go. Look how fast I go—swifter than an arrow from a Tartar's bow.
I'm going, I'm going. Check out how fast I move—quicker than an arrow from a Tartar bow.
im going im fast as an arrow
Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid’s archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.—
When thou wak’st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Flower of this purple color, struck by Cupid's arrow, sink into the apple of his eye. When he sees the one he loves, let her shine as gloriously as Venus in the sky. When you wake up, if she is nearby, beg her for relief from the love spell.
Purple flower, hit with love's arrow, sink deep into his eyes. When he spots who he really loves, let her shine as bright and beautiful as Venus in the night sky. When he wakes up and she's there, he'll beg her to make the pain stop.
purple flower hit by cupids arrow sink in his eye make her shine like venus he'll beg her for relief
Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover’s fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Commander of our fairy band, Helena is here now, and the young man I made a mistake with is begging for a lover's reward. Should we watch their silly pageant? Lord, how foolish these mortals are!
Boss, Helena's showing up right now, and that guy I messed up is begging her to love him back. Want to watch this ridiculous show? These humans are absolutely stupid.
helena's here the guy's begging for her love humans r so stupid
Stand aside. The noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Stand aside. The noise they are making will wake up Demetrius.
Get out of the way. The commotion's gonna wake him up.
get outta the way they'll wake him
Then will two at once woo one.
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me
That befall prepost’rously.
Then two will be courting the same woman at once. That has to be entertainment by itself, and the things that amuse me most are the ones that turn out in an absurd and backwards way.
Then two guys'll be hitting on the same girl at the same time. That's pure comedy, and I love it when things go totally wrong and weird.
2 guys hitting on same girl that's hilarious i love when things go wrong
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears.
Look when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
Why would you think I would court you as a joke? Scorn and mockery never come with tears. Look: when I make a vow, I cry, and vows born that way reveal their truth right from the start. How could these things seem like scorn to you when they carry the mark of faithfulness that proves them genuine?
Why would you think I'm mocking you? When someone's mocking you, they don't cry. I cry when I make vows, and vows like that are obviously real. How could you think this is fake when everything about it proves it's true?
why would i mock u i cry when i swear that means it's real
You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia’s: will you give her o’er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh; and both as light as tales.
You are getting more clever and cunning at this. When one truth kills another, it is a strange and wicked struggle. These vows belong to Hermia—will you abandon her? Weigh one oath against the other, and they balance the same—your vows to her and to me would be equally light and insubstantial.
You're getting better at lying. When truth contradicts truth, it's a bizarre mess. Those vows were for Hermia—are you seriously dropping her? Your promise to her and your promise to me weigh exactly the same—both totally meaningless.
ur a great liar those vows were for hermia they're both equally fake
I had no judgment when to her I swore.
I had no sense or judgment when I swore those vows to her.
I was out of my mind when I made those promises to her.
i was crazy when i swore to her
Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o’er.
And in my opinion, you have no sense now that you are breaking your vows to her.
And if you ask me, you're out of your mind right now for breaking those promises.
ur crazy for breaking em now
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Demetrius is in love with her, and he is not in love with you.
Demetrius loves her, not you.
demetrius loves her not u
[_Waking._] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealèd white, high Taurus’ snow,
Fann’d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold’st up thy hand. O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!
[Waking.] Oh Helen, goddess, nymph, flawless, heavenly! My love, what could I possibly compare your eyes to? Next to them, crystal looks cloudy. Oh, how ripe and tempting your lips look, those cherries made for kissing! Even the purest frozen snow on the high Taurus mountains, blown clean by the east wind, looks as black as a crow beside your white hand when you raise it. Oh, let me kiss that hand, the queen of pure whiteness, the pledge of my happiness!
[Waking up.] Helen! You're a goddess, a nymph, you're perfect, you're divine! Seriously, what could even compare to your eyes? Crystal looks dirty next to them. And your lips, like ripe cherries just begging to be kissed. The whitest mountain snow looks pitch black compared to your hand. Please, just let me kiss that gorgeous hand. It's pure bliss.
HELEN omg ur literally a goddess ur eyes > crystal lips like cherries 🍒 snow looks dark next to ur hand pls let me kiss it
O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment.
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena.
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid’s eyes
With your derision! None of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul’s patience, all to make you sport.
Oh no! This is hell! I can see you are all working together to mock me for entertainment. If you had any manners or courtesy, you would not do me such injury. Can you not hate me as I know you do, without also teaming up to ridicule me? If you were real men, the way you look like men, you would not treat a gentle lady this way. You swear to me, praise me beyond what I deserve, when I know you hate me in your hearts. You are both after Hermia, and now you are both rivals in mocking Helena. What a great achievement—such a manly thing to do—to make tears come to a poor girl's eyes through your mockery! No one of noble birth would insult a young woman and force her to endure such cruelty just to entertain themselves.
Oh come on! This is horrible! I can see what you're doing—all three of you are teaming up to humiliate me for laughs. If you had any decency or manners, you wouldn't do this. Can't you just hate me in peace without getting together to make fun of me? If you were actually men, you wouldn't treat a woman like this. You're swearing your love to me and saying beautiful things about me when I know you both despise me. You both want Hermia, and now you're both pretending to want me just to mock me. Real heroes, right? Making a girl cry just for your own amusement! A real gentleman would never mock a young woman like this.
this is horrible y r u all teaming up to mock me u hate me but ur pretending to love me for laughs u're terrible
You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so,
For you love Hermia; this you know I know.
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia’s love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love and will do till my death.
You're being unkind, Demetrius; don't be that way. For you love Hermia; you know that I know this. But here's what I'll do, with all my goodwill and heart: I give up my claim to Hermia's love for you; And I take Helena—she becomes mine, by your consent— Because I love her and will love her until I die.
Look, Demetrius, you're being a jerk. You love Hermia, and we both know it. So here's the deal: I'm giving up Hermia. She's all yours. But Helena? She's mine now. I'm claiming her instead. I love her, and I'm going to love her forever.
stop being unkind you love hermia fine take her but helena is mine now i'll love her forever
Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
Mocking people never fail to waste meaningless words.
All these jokes are just empty words.
yr jokes r empty
Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none.
If e’er I lov’d her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn’d;
And now to Helen is it home return’d,
There to remain.
Lysander, keep Hermia for yourself. I do not want her. If I ever loved her, all that love is gone. My heart only visited her like a guest, and now it has returned home to Helen, where it will stay.
Lysander, you can have Hermia. I don't want her. If I loved her before, that feeling's gone completely. My heart was just visiting her like a guest, and now it's come back home to Helen to stay.
keep hermia i dont want her my heart came back to helena
Helen, it is not so.
Helen, that is not how it is.
Helena, that's not true.
thats not true
Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Lest to thy peril thou aby it dear.
Look where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
Do not dismiss the faith you do not understand, or you may pay a painful price for it. Look—your love is coming right there; that is your beloved.
Don't dismiss something you don't get, or you'll regret it badly. Look over there—the one you really love is coming right now.
dont dismiss this heres ur real love
The four-way lovers' quarrel in 3-2 is one of the most precisely engineered comic sequences in the English canon. Shakespeare builds it in layers: first one wrong (Lysander enchanted), then a second (Demetrius enchanted), then the women's positions reversed (Helena pursued, Hermia abandoned), then the friendship destroyed (best friends turned enemies). Each new entrance adds exactly one more element of confusion. By the time all four are on stage, every possible relationship has been disrupted: both men love the wrong woman, both women have lost what they thought they had, and the one person who could explain everything (Oberon) is invisible. The scene is structured like a fugue — the same theme (love misdirected) developed through increasingly complex counterpoint. What makes it work is that each character is perfectly consistent: Helena's paranoia is rational, Hermia's fury is justified, Demetrius's passion is genuine (if manufactured), Lysander's contempt is complete. No one is stupid. The situation is simply impossible.
Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
Darkness takes away the eye's ability to see, but makes the ear much sharper at listening. Where it damages sight, it pays back hearing with double reward. You are not here where I can see you, Lysander, but my ear, and I thank it, brought me to your voice. But why did you unkindly leave me alone?
Night makes you go blind, but your hearing gets super sharp. It's like the trade-off—your eyes don't work but your ears go into overdrive. I can't see you, Lysander, but I could hear you, thank goodness. But why did you leave me alone like that?
night takes ur sight but hearing gets better i found u by ur voice but y did u leave
Why should he stay whom love doth press to go?
Why should I stay when love drives me to go?
Why should I stay when love is pushing me to leave?
love made me leave
What love could press Lysander from my side?
What love could make Lysander leave me?
What love would make you leave me?
what love made u leave me
Lysander’s love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek’st thou me? Could not this make thee know
The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so?
My love for Helena, which wouldn't let me stay with you, fair Helena, who makes the night shine brighter than all the stars. Why are you seeking me? Couldn't you understand that my love for her—my rejection of you—made me leave?
I couldn't stay because I'm in love with Helena, who's more beautiful than all the stars combined. Why are you following me? You should realize my love for her is why I left you.
i love helena / not you / she's the one / that's why i left
You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
You are not saying what you really think. This cannot be true.
You don't actually believe what you're saying. This can't be real.
ur lying
Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoin’d all three
To fashion this false sport in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspir’d, have you with these contriv’d,
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar’d,
The sisters’ vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us—O, is all forgot?
All school-days’ friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet a union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crownèd with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, ’tis not maidenly.
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.
Look, she is part of this scheme! Now I understand—all three of you have plotted together to create this cruel prank to humiliate me out of spite. Ungrateful Hermia, you wicked girl! Have you and these men conspired and plotted to mock me with this ugly trick? Have you forgotten everything we shared—the sacred promises between sisters, the hours we spent together, when we scolded time itself for going so fast and separating us? Have you forgotten it all? All our school friendships, all childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artists, created a single flower with our needles together, both on one piece of cloth, sitting on one cushion, singing the same song in the same key, as if our hands, our sides, our voices, and our minds had all become one. We grew together like a double cherry that seems split apart but is really one united thing—two lovely berries on one stem, with two separate bodies but one heart. Two the first in heraldry, belonging only to one and crowned with one crest. And will you tear apart our ancient friendship to join with men in mocking your poor friend? It is not kind, it is not what a young lady would do. Our whole sex should criticize you for this, though only I feel the actual injury.
Oh, so she's in on it too! Now I see what's happening—you three are all working together to humiliate me as a joke. Hermia, you're such an ungrateful jerk! Did you team up with these guys to mock me with this disgusting trick? Did you forget everything we had—the vows we made to each other, all those nights we stayed up together, complaining that time was going too fast and pulling us apart? Did you seriously forget? Remember when we were kids, how close we were? We were like two artists—we created one flower together with our needles, on the same cloth, in the same spot, singing the same song together, like our hands and voices and minds all became one thing. We were together all the time, like two cherries that look separate but are actually connected to one stem. One heart between us. And now you're ripping that apart to make fun of me with these guys? That's cruel. That's not what a decent woman does. Our whole sex should be mad at you for this, but I'm the only one getting hurt.
ur in on this too hermia u swore to be sisters we were together all the time we were like one person and now ur mocking me w these guys thats cruel
I am amazèd at your passionate words:
I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me.
I am stunned by your passionate words. I am not mocking you. It seems like you are the one mocking me.
I'm shocked at what you're saying. I'm not making fun of you. It's like you're the one mocking me.
im not mocking u u're mocking me
Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me, and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius,
Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,
To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare,
Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates? And wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection,
But by your setting on, by your consent?
What though I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate,
But miserable most, to love unlov’d?
This you should pity rather than despise.
Did you not set Lysander on me, as if for mockery, to chase me and praise my eyes and face? And did you not make your other lover Demetrius, who just this moment kicked me away with his foot, call me a goddess, a spirit, divine and rare, precious and heavenly? Why does he say these things to someone he hates? Why does Lysander deny his love for you, which is so deep in his soul, and give his affection to me instead? But only because you ordered him to, with your permission. What if I am not as fortunate as you, not surrounded by love like you are—must you mock me for being miserable and loving someone who does not love me back? You should pity me instead of despise me.
Did you send Lysander to hit on me as a prank, to follow me around and compliment my face? And did you make Demetrius, the guy who literally just stomped on me, suddenly start calling me beautiful and special? Why would he say that stuff to someone he hates? Why would Lysander throw away his love for you—which he obviously cares about—and give me attention instead? Unless you told him to do it. So what if I'm not as lucky as you, all surrounded by guys fighting over you? Does that give you the right to mock me for being stuck alone and in love with someone who doesn't care? You should feel sorry for me, not hate me.
u sent lysander to mock me u made demetrius call me beautiful why? cuz i dont have ur luck? u should feel sorry 4 me not hate me
I understand not what you mean by this.
I do not understand what you are trying to say with this.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
idk what ur saying
Ay, do. Persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back,
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up.
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
But fare ye well. ’Tis partly my own fault,
Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.
Right, go ahead. Keep pretending to look sad, make ugly faces at me behind my back, wink at each other, keep this stupid joke going. This prank, if you play it well, will be remembered in stories. If you have any compassion, any grace, or any manners, you would not make me a target of mockery. But goodbye. It is partly my own fault anyway—death or absence will soon fix it.
Sure, whatever. Go ahead and pretend to be innocent, laugh at me behind my back, wink at each other, keep this dumb joke going. If you do it right, people will talk about how mean you were. If you had any decency or kindness, you wouldn't do this to me. But I'm done. Honestly, it's kinda my fault too—I'll just leave and be done with all of this.
keep the joke going if u had any decency u wouldnt do this im leaving its my fault anyway
Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
Stay, gentle Helena. Listen to my explanation. My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
Wait, Helena, don't leave. Let me explain. You're my love, my life, my everything, Helena!
wait helena listen to me yor my life
O excellent!
Oh, how wonderful!
Right, sure, wonderful.
yeah real great
Sweet, do not scorn her so.
Dear one, do not mock her like that.
Baby, don't mock her like that.
dont mock her
If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
If she will not accept my words, then I can force her to listen.
If she won't listen to me, I'll make her listen.
ill make her listen
Thou canst compel no more than she entreat;
Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers.
Helen, I love thee, by my life I do;
I swear by that which I will lose for thee
To prove him false that says I love thee not.
You cannot force anything more than she can persuade anything. Your threats have no more strength than her gentle pleas. Helena, I love you by my life I do. I swear by something I will give up everything for—my own life—to prove to him that the one who says I do not love you is a liar.
You can't threaten anybody any more than she can convince anybody. Your threats are as weak as her soft words. Helena, I swear to you, I love you. I'm willing to die to prove it to this guy.
ur threats dont work i love u helena il die to prove it
I say I love thee more than he can do.
I am saying I love you more than he is able to.
I love you more than he does.
i love u more
If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
If you say that, then back up and prove it with a fight.
If you're gonna say that, then let's go fight to prove it.
then lets fight
Quick, come.
Let us go quickly.
Come on.
cmon
Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Lysander, what is the meaning of all this?
Lysander, what is going on?
lysander what is this
Away, you Ethiope!
Get away, you dark-skinned woman!
Get away from me!
get away from me
No, no. He will
Seem to break loose. Take on as you would follow,
But yet come not. You are a tame man, go!
No, no. He will just pretend to break free. Act like you are coming after me, but do not actually follow. You are a coward, so go!
No, he's faking it. Pretend to chase me but don't actually do it. You're a wimp, so get lost!
ur a coward go away
Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! Vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.
Get off me, you cat, you prickly burr clinging to my clothes! Vile creature, let go, Or I'll shake you off me like I would a snake.
Get off me, you clingy cat, you annoying burr stuck to me! Let go, you disgusting thing, Or I'm shaking you off like a snake.
get off me stop clinging like a burr or i'm shaking you off like a snake
Why are you grown so rude? What change is this,
Sweet love?
Why have you become so rude? What has changed, my love?
Why are you being so awful? What's wrong, my love?
why r u so mean what happened
Thy love? Out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathèd medicine! O hated potion, hence!
Your love? Get away from me, you dark-skinned woman! Get away, you hateful medicine! You are like a poison to me!
Your love? Get away from me! You're disgusting! You're like poison to me!
ur poison get away
Do you not jest?
Are you joking with me?
Are you kidding right now?
r u serious
Yes, sooth, and so do you.
Yes, absolutely, and so are you.
Yeah, and so are you.
yeah and so r u
Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.
Demetrius, I will keep my word with you.
Demetrius, I'm keeping my promise to you.
demetrius im keeping my promise
I would I had your bond; for I perceive
A weak bond holds you; I’ll not trust your word.
I wish I had your binding promise. As it is, I can see a weak promise holds you together. I will not trust your word.
I wish I had you under contract. Right now, it looks like nothing's holding you to this promise. I don't trust you.
i dont trust u
What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I’ll not harm her so.
Should I hurt her, strike her, kill her? Even though I hate her, I will not do her harm.
Why would I hurt her or kill her? Even though I hate her, I won't do that.
i wont hurt her even tho i hate her
What, can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me? Wherefore? O me! what news, my love?
Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you lov’d me; yet since night you left me.
Why then, you left me—O, the gods forbid!—
In earnest, shall I say?
What could you do to me that is worse than hate? Hate me? Why? What has changed, my love? Am I not the same Hermia? Are you not the same Lysander? I am just as beautiful as I was before. Since last night you loved me—yet since last night you left me. Why did you leave me then—or does heaven forbid it!—in earnest, is that what you are saying?
How is hate worse than anything? Why do you hate me? What's going on? Am I not still Hermia? Are you not still Lysander? I look the same as I did yesterday. You loved me last night—you just left me last night. Why? Are you serious right now?
last night u loved me then u left me why are u serious
Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;
Be certain, nothing truer; ’tis no jest
That I do hate thee and love Helena.
Yes, by my life I do, and I never want to see you again. You can be sure of this, absolutely—it is no joke—I hate you and I love Helena.
Yeah, I swear it. And I never want to see you again. Make no mistake about it—this is real—I hate you and I love Helena.
yes i hate u i love helena never want to see u again
O me! You juggler! You cankerblossom!
You thief of love! What! have you come by night
And stol’n my love’s heart from him?
Oh no! You trickster, you disease-ridden flower! You thief of love! Did you come here in the dark night And steal my lover's heart away from him?
Oh my god! You manipulative person, you corrupted flower! You love thief! Did you sneak in at night and steal my boyfriend's heart?
you manipulative thing you corrupted flower you stole my love's heart
Fine, i’ faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you!
That is rich, indeed! Do you have no modesty, no shame? Will you force crude and angry words out of my gentle mouth? You are a fraud, a puppet, you!
That is rich. Do you have any shame at all? Don't make me fight you—that's not like me. You're a fake, a puppet!
ur fake ur a puppet
Puppet! Why so? Ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urg’d her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail’d with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak,
How low am I? I am not yet so low
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
A puppet? Why? I see what is going on now. I understand that she has compared our heights. She brought up how tall she is, and with her body, that tall body of hers, she has won him over. And you have risen so high in his judgment just because I am so small and short? How short am I, you painted pole? Tell me, how short am I? I am not so small yet that my fingernails cannot reach your eyes.
A puppet? So that's what this is about. She made him choose her because she's taller than me. And now you think you're better than me just because I'm shorter? How short do you think I am, you lanky fake? My nails can still reach your face.
shes taller so u picked her im short but im strong my nails can reach ur face
I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me. I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice;
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,
Because she is something lower than myself,
That I can match her.
I ask you, even though you are mocking me, gentlemen, do not let her hurt me. I have never been mean-spirited. I have no talent for cruelty. I am a true young lady because of my fear. Do not let her hit me. You may think that because she is a bit shorter than I am, that I would be able to beat her in a fight.
Guys, I know you're laughing at me, but please don't let her hurt me. I've never been cruel. I'm not good at fighting. I'm just scared. Don't let her hit me. Yeah, she's shorter, but that doesn't mean I can fight.
dont let her hit me im scared i cant fight
Lower! Hark, again.
Shorter! Listen to that again.
Shorter? Did she really just say that?
did she say shorter
Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong’d you,
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He follow’d you; for love I follow’d him;
But he hath chid me hence, and threaten’d me
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
And now, so you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my folly back,
And follow you no further. Let me go:
You see how simple and how fond I am.
Hermia, please do not be so cruel to me. I have always loved you, Hermia. I have always kept your secrets, never did you wrong—except that in my love for Demetrius, I told him about your secret plan to come here to the woods. He followed you for love of me, but I followed him because I love him. But he scolded me and sent me away, and he even threatened to hurt me, to kick me, and even to kill me. And now if you will just let me leave in peace, I will go back to Athens and take my foolishness with me. I will not follow you any longer. Let me go. You can see how simple and how foolish I am.
Hermia, please don't be so mean to me. I've always loved you. I've always kept your secrets and never betrayed you—except I told Demetrius about your plan to run away to the woods because I was in love with him. He followed you, and I followed him, but he yelled at me and told me to go away. He even threatened to hurt me. Look, if you'll just let me leave, I'll go back to Athens with my tail between my legs and never bother you guys again. I'm just a lovesick mess, okay?
ive always loved u i only told demetrius ur plan cuz i loved him he threatened me lm leaving just let me go
Why, get you gone. Who is’t that hinders you?
Why, just go then. Who is there to stop you?
So go already. Who's holding you back?
go then who's stopping you
A foolish heart that I leave here behind.
My foolish heart that I leave behind here.
My own stupid heart, stuck here without me.
my dumb heart left behind
What! with Lysander?
What? Is it with Lysander?
What? Are you leaving with Lysander?
lysander?
With Demetrius.
With Demetrius.
No, with Demetrius.
demetrius
Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena.
Don't be afraid; she won't hurt you, Helena.
Don't worry, she's not going to hurt you, Helena.
don't worry she won't hurt you
No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.
No, sir, she won't, even though you're taking her side.
Yeah, she won't, even if you try to defend her.
she won't don't take her side
O, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd.
She was a vixen when she went to school,
And though she be but little, she is fierce.
Oh, when she's angry, she's sharp and vicious. She was a cruel woman when she went to school, And though she's small, she's fierce.
Oh, she gets mean and harsh when she's angry. She was a nasty piece of work back in school, And don't let her size fool you—she fights like crazy.
she's mean & cruel when angry was a nightmare in school small but fierce
Little again! Nothing but low and little?
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Let me come to her.
Small again! Nothing but short and small? Why do you allow her to mock me like this? Let me get to her.
Small again! Is that all you've got to say—short and small? Why are you letting her insult me like this? Let me at her!
stop saying i'm small! why do you let her mock me? let me get to her
Get you gone, you dwarf;
You minimus, of hind’ring knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.
Be gone, you dwarf; You tiny creature, made of stunting knot-grass; You bead, you acorn.
Get out of here, you dwarf; You tiny little thing, made of stunted grass; You little bead, you pathetic acorn.
get lost, dwarf you tiny nothing you worthless scrap
You are too officious
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone. Speak not of Helena;
Take not her part; for if thou dost intend
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.
You're too eager In defending her when she scorns you for it. Leave her alone. Don't even mention Helena; Don't take her side; because if you even show The smallest sign of love for her, You'll pay for it.
You're being way too eager Trying to defend someone who hates your help. Just leave her alone. Don't even say Helena's name; Don't stick up for her; because if you show even a hint of caring about her, You're going to regret it.
stop defending her she doesn't want it don't take her side or you'll pay
Puck's famous line arrives at precisely the moment when the audience's laughter is at its peak — and it is also, if you look carefully, a case of the pot calling the kettle black. Puck is the direct cause of most of the chaos he is observing. He made the original mistake (anointing the wrong man). His pleasure in the chaos he has caused is one of the play's most pointed observations about the observer who doesn't acknowledge his own role. In Elizabethan theatrical tradition, Puck/Robin Goodfellow was associated with household mischief, misdirection, and pranks — a spirit of chaos who operates at the boundary between harm and harmless fun. His laugh at the mortals is the laugh of someone who has been doing this for centuries and has never stopped finding it funny. But the play quietly holds him accountable: Oberon has to fix his mistake. The 'fools' include Puck himself.
Now she holds me not.
Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try whose right,
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.
Now she doesn't hold me back. Now come on, if you dare, to test whose right to Helena is greater—yours or mine.
She's not stopping me anymore. Come on then, if you've got the nerve, and let's see who has the better claim to Helena.
she let go / let's fight / for helena
Follow! Nay, I’ll go with thee, cheek by jole.
Follow! No, I'll go with you, right alongside you.
Follow me! Or actually, I'll come with you, shoulder to shoulder.
nah i'll come with you right next to you
You, mistress, all this coil is long of you.
Nay, go not back.
You, miss, all this commotion is because of you. No, don't go back.
You, you troublemaker, this whole mess is your fault. No, don't you dare back down.
this is all your fault don't back off
I will not trust you, I,
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray.
My legs are longer though, to run away.
I won't trust you, no, I won't stay in your cursed company any longer. Your hands are quicker than mine for a fight. But my legs are longer, to run away with.
I don't trust you, not at all, I'm not staying with you a second longer. Your hands are faster in a brawl than mine are. But my legs are longer, so I can outrun you.
i don't trust you you're fast but i'm faster i'm outta here
I am amaz’d, and know not what to say.
I'm bewildered and don't know what to say.
I'm completely stunned. I have no idea what to even say.
what the heck is happening?
This is thy negligence: still thou mistak’st,
Or else commit’st thy knaveries willfully.
This is your carelessness: you still make mistakes, Or else you commit your tricks on purpose.
This is all your fault: you're still messing up, Or you're deliberately pulling these pranks.
you're messing this up either you're incompetent or doing it on purpose
Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Did not you tell me I should know the man
By the Athenian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise
That I have ’nointed an Athenian’s eyes:
And so far am I glad it so did sort,
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Believe me, king of shadows, I made a mistake. Didn't you tell me I should identify the man By the Athenian clothes he was wearing? And so far my task remains faultless That I anointed an Athenian's eyes: And so far I'm glad it turned out this way, Since I think their quarreling is a game.
Trust me, king of shadows, I got confused. You told me to recognize the guy By his Athenian clothes, right? Well, my job's been perfect so far— I anointed an Athenian's eyes. And honestly, I'm happy how it's gone, Because I think their bickering is hilarious.
i made a mistake i did what you said with the athenian's eyes their fight is comedy to me lol
Thou seest these lovers seek a place to fight.
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog, as black as Acheron,
And lead these testy rivals so astray
As one come not within another’s way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius.
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Till o’er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep.
Then crush this herb into Lysander’s eye,
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with his might
And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision;
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,
With league whose date till death shall never end.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I’ll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmèd eye release
From monster’s view, and all things shall be peace.
You see these lovers looking for a place to fight. Go then, Robin, cover the night with clouds; Cover the starry sky soon With thick fog, as black as the river Acheron, And lead these angry rivals so astray That they can't find each other. Sometimes copy Lysander's voice, Then provoke Demetrius with harsh words; And sometimes speak like Demetrius. And make sure they look in opposite directions, Until over their eyes death-like sleep Comes with heavy legs and bat-like wings. Then crush this magic herb into Lysander's eye, Which has this powerful property: To remove all confusion from his mind And make his eyes see straight again. When they wake up, all this mockery Will seem like a dream and a meaningless vision; And the lovers will return to Athens, With a friendship that will last until death. While I handle this task with you, I'll go to my queen and beg for her Indian boy; And then I'll free her bewitched eyes From seeing the monster, and everything will be peaceful.
You see these guys are trying to fight each other. So Robin, go cloud up the whole night; Block out the stars With thick black fog, dark as the Acheron river, And get these angry guys so confused They can't even find each other. Mimic Lysander's voice sometimes, Then wind up Demetrius with insults; Then switch and sound like Demetrius. Make sure they keep looking away from each other, Until death-like sleep falls over them With heavy weight and bat wings. Then put this magic herb in Lysander's eye— It has this amazing power: It erases all the magical confusion And lets him see straight again. When they wake up, they'll think this was all just a dream and a useless vision; And they'll go back to Athens As friends for life. While you're doing this job, I'll go find my queen and get her Indian boy; Then I'll break the spell on her eyes So she stops seeing that monster, and peace returns.
confuse them so they can't fight block out the sky with fog make lysander sleep with magic fix his eyes when he wakes they'll forget this nightmare i'll get my queen's indian boy all will be good
My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast;
And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger,
At whose approach, ghosts wandering here and there
Troop home to churchyards. Damnèd spirits all,
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They wilfully themselves exile from light,
And must for aye consort with black-brow’d night.
My fairy lord, this must be done quickly, Because night's swift creatures are already pulling away the clouds; And over there the morning star shines, When it appears, ghosts wandering around Run home to graveyards. All cursed spirits Who are buried at crossroads and in floods, Are already gone to their worm-filled graves; They fear daylight will reveal their shame, So they deliberately stay away from light, And must spend all eternity with the dark night.
My fairy lord, we have to do this fast, Because night's already fading—the dragons are pulling it away; And look, the morning star is already shining over there. When that appears, ghosts scattered everywhere All scatter back to the cemetery. Every cursed spirit Who's buried at crossroads and in water Is already back in their graves; They're afraid the daylight will see their disgrace, So they choose to stay hidden from light, And they spend all their time with darkness.
hurry! night's ending morning star is rising ghosts are heading to graveyards we have to work fast
But we are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning’s love have oft made sport;
And, like a forester, the groves may tread
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessèd beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste, make no delay.
We may effect this business yet ere day.
But we are different kinds of spirits: I have often played with the morning light; And like a forest ranger, I can walk through the woods Even until the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening onto the ocean with beautiful blessed light, Turns its salt-green waters into yellow gold. But still, be quick, don't delay. We can finish this business before daylight comes.
But we're a different kind of spirit: I've spent time playing with the morning light; And like a forester, I can wander through the groves Right until the sun comes up, all fiery-red at the eastern horizon, Shining its beautiful blessed rays onto the ocean, Turning the salty green water into yellow gold. But anyway, hurry up, don't waste time. We can get this done before morning.
we're different—we can move in daylight i've played with sunrise before hurry, we can finish before dawn
Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down.
I am fear’d in field and town.
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.
Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down. I'm feared in the countryside and in town. Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one.
Back and forth, back and forth, I'll lead them in circles. I'm feared everywhere—in the country and the city. Goblin, lead them around in circles. Here comes one of them.
up & down i'll make them run circles i'm feared everywhere one's coming
Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now.
Where are you, proud Demetrius? Speak now.
Where are you, you arrogant Demetrius? Say something!
where are you, demetrius?
Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou?
Here, villain, sword drawn and ready. Where are you?
Here I am, you scoundrel, sword drawn and ready. Where are you?
here, sword ready where are you?
I will be with thee straight.
I'll be there right away.
I'm coming right now.
coming
Follow me then to plainer ground.
Then follow me to clearer ground.
Come on, follow me to open ground.
follow me to open ground
Lysander, speak again.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?
Lysander, say something again. You runaway, you coward, have you fled? Speak. Are you in some bush? Where are you hiding?
Lysander, say something! You coward, you runaway, did you bolt? Speak up! Are you hiding in a bush? Where is your head?
lysander speak! you coward where are you hiding?
Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant, come, thou child!
I’ll whip thee with a rod. He is defil’d
That draws a sword on thee.
You coward, are you bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes you're looking for a fight, And won't show up? Come on, coward, come, you child! I'll whip you with a stick. He would be disgraced Who draws a sword against you.
You coward, are you going around bragging to the stars, Telling every bush you want a real fight, But you won't even come? Get here, you coward, you baby! I'll beat you with a rod. Anyone who actually fought you Would disgrace himself.
you coward bragging to the stars but hiding come fight like a man i'll beat you
Yea, art thou there?
Yes, are you there?
So you are there!
you're there?
Follow my voice; we’ll try no manhood here.
Follow my voice; we'll not test our courage here.
Follow my voice; we won't test our bravery in this place.
follow my voice let's not fight here
He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel’d than I:
I follow’d fast, but faster he did fly,
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!
He goes ahead of me and keeps taunting me; When I reach where he was calling, he's gone. The villain is much quicker-footed than I am: I chased him fast, but he flew even faster, So I've fallen in the dark, uneven ground, And here I'll rest. Come, gentle daylight!
He keeps running ahead and egging me on; Just when I get to where he was calling, he's disappeared. That scoundrel is way faster than me: I ran as fast as I could, but he ran even faster, And now I've tripped and fallen in the dark, rough terrain, So I'm going to rest here. Come on, daylight!
he keeps running i can't catch him i'm exhausted come daylight
[_Lies down._] For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
I’ll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.
If only you would show me your grey light once—daylight—I'll find Demetrius and take revenge for this insult.
Come on, daylight. Once I see you, I'm going to find that guy and make him pay for this.
come on daylight ill find him ill get revenge
Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why com’st thou not?
Ha, ha, ha! Coward, why don't you come?
Ha, ha, ha! You coward, why aren't you coming?
ha! coward where are you?
Abide me, if thou dar’st; for well I wot
Thou runn’st before me, shifting every place,
And dar’st not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou?
Wait for me if you dare; because I know well You run in front of me, changing positions constantly, And don't dare stand still or look me in the eye. Where are you?
Wait for me if you've got the guts; because I know You're always running and moving around, And you don't have the nerve to stand and look me in the face. Where are you?
stand and fight stop running face me
Come hither; I am here.
Come here; I'm here.
Come over here; I'm right here.
come here
Nay, then, thou mock’st me. Thou shalt buy this dear
If ever I thy face by daylight see:
Now go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day’s approach look to be visited.
No, then, you're mocking me. You'll pay dearly for this If I ever see your face in daylight: Now go your way. Weakness forces me To stretch out on this cold ground. When day comes, watch out for me.
No, you're definitely mocking me. You're going to pay for this If I ever catch sight of you in the daylight: Now get out of here. I'm so tired I have to lie down on this freezing ground. But when the sun comes up, you better watch out.
you're mocking me i'll get you when the sun rises i need to rest
O weary night, O long and tedious night,
Abate thy hours! Shine, comforts, from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
From these that my poor company detest.
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Oh weary night, oh long and tedious night, Shorten your hours! Shine, comforting lights, from the east, So I can go back to Athens by daylight, Away from these people who hate my company. And sleep, which sometimes closes sorrow's eye, Take me away from myself for a while.
Oh, this exhausting night, this endless boring night, Make it shorter! Come on, comforting daylight from the east, Let me get back to Athens in the morning And get away from these people who can't stand me. And sleep, you thing that sometimes eases pain, Just let me forget myself for a little while.
end this long night let me see morning get me back to athens away from these people let me sleep
Yet but three? Come one more.
Two of both kinds makes up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad.
Cupid is a knavish lad
Thus to make poor females mad.
Only three so far? Come one more. Two of each kind adds up to four. Here she comes, angry and sad. Cupid is a mischievous boy To drive poor women crazy like this.
Only three? We need one more. Two of each gender makes four. Here she comes, furious and miserable. Cupid's such a mischievous boy Making poor women go nuts like this.
only three, need one more two guys two girls here's helena angry & sad cupid's such a jerk
Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
Never so tired, never so in distress, Covered with dew and torn by thorns, I can't crawl any further, can't go any further; My legs can't keep up with what I want to do. Here I'll rest until daybreak. May heaven protect Lysander if they're planning a fight!
I've never been so exhausted, never felt so miserable, I'm covered in dew and torn up by thorns, I can't crawl anymore, I can't go on; My legs just won't do what I need them to. I'm going to rest right here until morning. Hope the gods protect Lysander if those guys are planning to fight!
so tired & torn up can't go on resting until morning hope lysander's okay
On the ground
Sleep sound.
I’ll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
On the ground Sleep soundly. I'll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, a cure.
Lie on the ground Sleep well. I'll put On your eye, Sweet lover, the remedy.
sleep here i'll fix your eyes gentle lover
When thou wak’st,
Thou tak’st
True delight
In the sight
Of thy former lady’s eye.
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
When you wake up, you will take true delight in seeing your former lady's eye. And the country proverb that's known—that every man should take his own—will be proven true when you wake: Jack will have Jill; nothing will go wrong; the man will have his mare again, and all shall be well.
When you wake up, you'll be delighted to see your real love's face again. There's an old saying that everyone gets what's theirs—and that's what'll happen when you wake: every boy gets his girl, nothing bad happens, the man gets his woman back, and everything turns out perfect.
wake up and see your true love and be so happy jack gets jill everything works out all shall be well
The Reckoning
The longest scene in the play and the funniest — a perfectly constructed chaos machine. Shakespeare builds the disorder in layers: first Hermia vs. Demetrius, then Lysander and Demetrius both pursuing Helena, then Helena convinced of a conspiracy, then Hermia turning on Helena. Each entrance adds one more element of confusion until the four-way quarrel explodes. What holds it together is that each character is behaving with perfect internal logic — Hermia is betrayed and furious; Helena is certain she's being cruelly mocked; both men believe themselves to be in the grip of pure love. The comedy depends on the audience knowing what the characters don't. And then Puck's famous 'Lord, what fools these mortals be' arrives as the summary of everything we've watched.
If this happened today…
You wake up to find your partner has completely ghosted you and is now passionately pursuing your best friend. Your best friend thinks both you and your ex are pulling an elaborate mean prank on her. Your ex and a second guy are both literally chasing your best friend around a forest. You can't figure out which one of you is crazy. Meanwhile a supernatural observer is watching the whole thing and finds it hilarious.