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The Course of True Love
02:16
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LYSANDER
How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
HERMIA
Belike for want of rain, which I could well
Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
LYSANDER
Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
LYSANDER and HERMIA
The course of true love never did run smooth.
LYSANDER
But, either it was different in blood-
HERMIA
O cross! too high to be enthralled to low.
LYSANDER
Or else misgraffed in respect of years-
HERMIA
O spite! too old to be engaged to young.
LYSANDER
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends-
HERMIA
O hell, to choose love by another's eyes!
LYSANDER
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
LYSANDER and HERMIA
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
LYSANDER
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collide night;
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
The jaws of darkness do devour it up.
So quick bright things come to confusion.
HERMIA
If then true lovers have been ever crossed,
It stands as an edict in destiny.
LYSANDER and HERMIA
Then let us teach our trial patience,
HERMIA
Because it is a customary cross,
LYSANDER and HERMIA
As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs,
Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.
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2. |
Things Base and Vile
01:59
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HELENA
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste-
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured everywhere.
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,
He hailed down oaths that he was only mine.
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.
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3. |
Entering Fairyland
00:49
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(instrumental)
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4. |
Over Hill, Over Dale
01:34
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COBWEB
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire.
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon's sphere.
And I serve the fairy queen
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see.
Those be rubies, fairy favors.
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
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5. |
I Know a Bank
01:20
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OBERON
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enameled skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
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6. |
Philomel
03:10
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MUSTARDSEED
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen.
COBWEB
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong.
Come not near our fairy queen.
ALL FAIRIES
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.
MOTH and PEASEBLOSSOM
Weaving spiders, come not here.
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!
MUSTARDSEED and COBWEB
Beetles black, approach not near.
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
ALL FAIRIES
Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby.
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby.
MUSTARDSEED
Never harm
Nor spell nor charm
ALL FAIRIES
Come our lovely lady nigh.
PEASEBLOSSOM
So good night, with lullaby.
OBERON
What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true-love take.
Love and languish for his sake.
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wakest, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near.
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7. |
Mechanicals Theme
00:35
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(instrumental)
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8. |
Bottom's Birdsong
00:18
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BOTTOM
The ousel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill-
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9. |
Disparage Not the Faith
02:43
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DEMETRIUS
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.
HERMIA
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?
LYSANDER
Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?
HERMIA and LYSANDER
What love could press Lysander from [my/your] side?
Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
LYSANDER
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
HELENA
Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoined all three
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
Oh, is it all forgot?
All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence?
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.
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10. |
On the Ground
01:10
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PUCK
On the ground
Sleep sound:
I'll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
When thou wakest,
Thou takest
True delight
In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye.
Jack shall have Jill.
And all shall be well.
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11. |
Tongs and Bones
00:59
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(instrumental)
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12. |
Oberon Breaks the Spell
00:31
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OBERON
Be as thou wast wont to be.
See as thou wast wont to see.
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.
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13. |
Bottom's Dream
01:55
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BOTTOM
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 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.
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14. |
Sad Mechanicals
00:42
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15. |
Quince's Prologue
01:34
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QUINCE
If we offend, it is with our good will.
That you should think, we come not to offend,
But with good will. To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then we come but in despite.
We do not come as minding to contest you,
Our true intent is. All for your delight
We are not here. That you should here repent you
ALL MECHANICALS
The actors are at hand and by their show
You shall know all that you are like to know.
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SNUG
You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear
The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
May now perchance both quake and tremble here,
When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am
A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam.
For, if I should as lion come in strife
Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.
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17. |
Moonshine
01:18
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STARVELING
This lanthorn doth the horned moon present
Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be.
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18. |
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THESEUS
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.
Lovers, to bed. 'Tis almost fairy time.
I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn
As much as we this night have overwatched.
This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled
The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed.
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
In nightly revels and new jollity.
THESEUS and PUCK
Now it is the time of night
That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide.
PUCK
And we fairies, that do run
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
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19. |
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OBERON
Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be.
OBERON and TITANIA
And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be.
OBERON
And the blots of Nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand.
Never mole, hare lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
OBERON and TITANIA
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
OBERON
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait.
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace.
And the owner of it blest
Ever shall in safety rest.
Trip away. Make no stay.
Meet me all by break of day.
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20. |
Puckish
03:01
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(instrumental)
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21. |
Monday Overture
01:40
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(instrumental)
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