vocab
methinks
I think
Thy lips, those kissing cherries [...]
Your lips are red and plump like cherries
This Demetrius is.
This is Demetrius.
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
Oberon
thou
'th' + 'ow'
Amity
Friendship
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound
I heard your voice, and that’s how I found you.
I beg the law, the law, upon his head.
I insist that he be punished by law.
“Puppet”? Why so?—Ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures. She hath urged her height,
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailed with him.—
And are you grown so high in his esteem
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
Hermia
crownèd
'crown' + 'ed'
is "thou" a subject OR an object?
'you' -- subject
The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me.
He was more faithful to me than the sun is to the
daytime.
Now when thou wakest, with thine own fool’s eyes
peep
When you wake up, see things with your own foolish
eyes again.
I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me.
Helena
mock’st
pronounced as written (one syllable)
beseech
(verb)
to beg
For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger
Night’s fading quickly, and in the distance the
morning star is shining -- morning is coming soon.
Be as thou wast wont to be.
Be like you used to be.
Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to make me afeard
Bottom
sceptered
sep-tered
base
(adjective)
being of low value
That pure congealèd white, high Taurus' snow,
Fanned with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold’st up thy hand
The pure white of the snow on a mountaintop seems black as a crow’s wing next to the whiteness of your hands
And then I will her charmèd eye release
From monster’s view
I'll undo the spell that made Titania fall in love with Botton
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die.
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him
Titania
worcestershire
worst-esher