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's no man can tell what. Methought I was... Methought I had... Man is but a patched fool is he will offer to say what I had.
Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down. I am feared in field and town. Goblin lead them up and down.
[last lines] If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here. While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon we will mend. Else the Puck a liar call. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.
Nick Bottom: Since lion vile hath here deflowered my dear...
Peter Quince: DEVOURED.
Theseus: The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
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; So shall all the couples three. Ever true in loving be; And the owner of it blest. Ever shall in safety rest. Trip away; make no stay; Meet me all by break of day.
Tom Snout: [Puck has turned Bottom into a Donkey] Bottom, thou art changed. What do I see on thee?
Nick Bottom: What do you see? What; do you see an ass' head of your own, do you?
Peter Quince: [backing away] Bless me. Thou art translated.
[all run off, leaving Bottom alone on the stage]
Nick Bottom: Why do they run away? I see their knavery. This is to make an ass of me.