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224 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1595
- elope with your love in a fairy wood
- follow your friends into the fairy wood with your ex-fiancé, who you still pine over even though he loves another woman
- become entranced by magic flower juice and chase after the wrong girl until you fall over with exhaustion
- call your girl an acorn
- realise your ex-fiancé is truly the one you love, even though you ditched her once you got to the woods
- have a double wedding with your lover, your friend, and the f-boi who used to love you
“Lord, what fools these mortals be!�I became a fan of plays when I read a few of them in my English book. They were very good. I liked them. Ever since I wanted to read more of them and of course when I searched for them, Shakespeare’s name was on top.
Theseus
I wonder if the lion be to speak.
Demetrius
No wonder, my lord. One lion may when many asses do.
Lysander
You have her father’s love, Demetrius.
Let me have Haemia’s. Do you marry him.
“Though she be but little, she is fierce!�
“The course of true love never did run smooth.�
“I will get Peter Quince to write a ballet of this dream. It shall be call’d “Bottom’s Dream,� because it hath no bottom.�
I am convinced that Shakespeare availed himself of the title of the play in his own mind as a dream throughout, but especially (and perhaps unpleasingly) in this broad determination of ungrateful treachery in Helena, so undisguisedly avowed to herself, and this too after the witty cool philosophizing that precedes. The act is very natural; the resolve so to act is, I fear, likewise too true a picture of the lax hold that principles have on the female heart when opposed to, or even separated from, passion and inclination. For women are less hypocrites to their own minds than men, because they feel less abhorrence of moral evil in itself and more for its outward consequences, as detection, loss of character, etc., their natures being almost wholly extroitive. But still, however just, the representation is not poetical; we shrink from it and cannot harmonize it with the ideal �”eٰǾپ?�