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DEMETRIUS . My lord , fair Helen told me of their stealth , Of this their purpose hither to this wood ; And I in fury hither follow’d them , Fair Helena in fancy following me . But , my good lord , I wot not by what power , ( But by some power it is ) my love to Hermia , Melted as the snow , seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gaud Which in my childhood I did dote upon ; And all the faith , the virtue of my heart , The object and the pleasure of mine eye , Is only Helena . To her , my lord , Was I betroth’d ere I saw Hermia . But like a sickness did I loathe this food . But , as in health , come to my natural taste , Now I do wish it , love it , long for it , And will for evermore be true to it . THESEUS . Fair lovers , you are fortunately met . Of this discourse we more will hear anon . Egeus , I will overbear your will ; For in the temple , by and by with us , These couples shall eternally be knit . And , for the morning now is something worn , Our purpos’d hunting shall be set aside . Away with us to Athens . Three and three , We’ll hold a feast in great solemnity . Come , Hippolyta . [ Exeunt Theseus , Hippolyta , Egeus and Train . ] DEMETRIUS . These things seem small and undistinguishable , Like far - off mountains turnèd into clouds . HERMIA . Methinks I see these things with parted eye , When everything seems double . HELENA . So methinks . And I have found Demetrius like a jewel , Mine own , and not mine own . DEMETRIUS . Are you sure That we are awake ? It seems to me That yet we sleep , we dream . Do not you think The Duke was here , and bid us follow him ? HERMIA . Yea , and my father . HELENA . And Hippolyta . LYSANDER . And he did bid us follow to the temple . DEMETRIUS . Why , then , we are awake : let’s follow him , And by the way let us recount our dreams . [ Exeunt . ] BOTTOM . [ Waking . ] When my cue comes , call me , and I will answer . My next is ‘ Most fair Pyramus . ’ Heigh - ho ! Peter Quince ! Flute , the bellows - mender ! Snout , the tinker ! Starveling ! God’s my life ! Stol’n hence , and left me asleep ! I have had a most rare vision . I have had a dream , past the wit of man to say what dream it was . Man is but an ass if he go about to expound this dream . Methought I was — there is no man can tell what . Methought I was , and methought I had — but man is but a patched fool if he will offer to say what methought I had . The eye of man hath not heard , the ear of man hath not seen , man’s hand is not able to taste , his tongue to conceive , nor his heart to report , what my dream was . I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream : it shall be called ‘ Bottom’s Dream ’ , because it hath no bottom ; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play , before the Duke . Peradventure , to make it the more gracious , I shall sing it at her death . [ Exit . ] SCENE II . Athens . A Room in Quince’s House Enter Quince , Flute , Snout and Starveling . QUINCE . Have you sent to Bottom’s house ? Is he come home yet ?
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