A Midsummer Night's Dream (1935)
Verree Teasdale: Hippolyta - Queen of the Amazons - Betrothed to Theseus
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Quotes
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Starveling - the Tailor : [Precariously gets up onto a chair, holding up a lantern to speak as the moon, and a thorn bush tied to a dog's collar in his other hand; all cheer as he manages to stand on the chair] This lanthorn doth the horned moon present; Myself the man...
Theseus - Duke of Athens : He should have worn horns on his head.
Starveling - the Tailor : This lanthorn doth the horned moon present; Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be. This do...
Theseus - Duke of Athens : This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man should be put into the lantern.
Starveling - the Tailor : This lan...
Theseus - Duke of Athens : How is it else the man i' the moon?
Starveling - the Tailor : This lantern doth...
Hippolyta - Queen of the Amazons - Betrothed to Theseus : I am so weary of this moon: would he would change!
Starveling - the Tailor : [gurning] This lantern...
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Proceed, Moon.
Starveling - the Tailor : [sighs, then speaks very quickly] All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
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Theseus - Duke of Athens : Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour draws on apace. Four happy days bring in another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow this old moon wanes! She lingers my desires.
Hippolyta - Queen of the Amazons - Betrothed to Theseus : Four days will quickly steep themselves in night. Four nights will quickly dream away the time. And then the moon, like to a silver bow, new-bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.
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Lysander : These things seem small and undistinguishable, like far off mountains turned into clouds.
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : It seems to me that, yet we sleep, we dream!
Hippolyta - Queen of the Amazons - Betrothed to Theseus : 'Tis strange my Theseus, what these lovers speak of.
Theseus - Duke of Athens : Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such wild imaginings, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact.