Speeches (Lines) for Hippolyta in "A Midsummer Night's Dream"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 1
  • Four days will quickly steep themselves in night;
    Four nights will quickly d...
  • 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.
  • Theseus. 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,
    Like to a step-dame or a dowager
    Long withering out a young man revenue.

    Hippolyta. 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.

2 IV / 1
  • I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
    When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the...
  • I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
    When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
    With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
    Such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves,
    The skies, the fountains, every region near
    Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
    So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
  • Theseus. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
    For now our observation is perform'd;
    And since we have the vaward of the day,
    My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
    Uncouple in the western valley; let them go:
    Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
    [Exit an Attendant]
    We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
    And mark the musical confusion
    Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

    Hippolyta. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
    When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
    With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
    Such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves,
    The skies, the fountains, every region near
    Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
    So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

3 V / 1
  • 'Tis strange my Theseus, that these
    lovers speak of.
  • 'Tis strange my Theseus, that these
    lovers speak of.
  • Bottom. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that
    the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together,
    good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your
    pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look
    o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our
    play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have
    clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion
    pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the
    lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions
    nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I
    do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet
    comedy. No more words: away! go, away!

    Hippolyta. 'Tis strange my Theseus, that these
    lovers speak of.

4 V / 1
  • But all the story of the night told over,
    And all their minds transfigured s...
  • But all the story of the night told over,
    And all their minds transfigured so together,
    More witnesseth than fancy's images
    And grows to something of great constancy;
    But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
  • Theseus. More strange than true: I never may believe
    These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
    Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
    Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
    More than cool reason ever comprehends.
    The lunatic, the lover and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact:
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
    That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
    Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
    The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
    And as imagination bodies forth
    The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
    Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
    A local habitation and a name.
    Such tricks hath strong imagination,
    That if it would but apprehend some joy,
    It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
    Or in the night, imagining some fear,
    How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

    Hippolyta. But all the story of the night told over,
    And all their minds transfigured so together,
    More witnesseth than fancy's images
    And grows to something of great constancy;
    But, howsoever, strange and admirable.

5 V / 1
  • I love not to see wretchedness o'er charged
    And duty in his service perishin...
  • I love not to see wretchedness o'er charged
    And duty in his service perishing.
  • Theseus. I will hear that play;
    For never anything can be amiss,
    When simpleness and duty tender it.
    Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.

    Hippolyta. I love not to see wretchedness o'er charged
    And duty in his service perishing.

6 V / 1
  • He says they can do nothing in this kind.
  • He says they can do nothing in this kind.
  • Theseus. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.

    Hippolyta. He says they can do nothing in this kind.

7 V / 1
  • Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child
    on a recorder; a sound, b...
  • Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child
    on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.
  • Lysander. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows
    not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not
    enough to speak, but to speak true.

    Hippolyta. Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child
    on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.

8 V / 1
  • This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
  • This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
  • Demetrius. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear
    without warning.

    Hippolyta. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.

9 V / 1
  • It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
  • It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
  • Theseus. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
    are no worse, if imagination amend them.

    Hippolyta. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.

10 V / 1
  • I am aweary of this moon: would he would change!
  • I am aweary of this moon: would he would change!
  • Demetrius. He dares not come there for the candle; for, you
    see, it is already in snuff.

    Hippolyta. I am aweary of this moon: would he would change!

11 V / 1
  • Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
    good grace.
  • Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
    good grace.
  • Theseus. Well run, Thisbe.

    Hippolyta. Well shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
    good grace.

12 V / 1
  • Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
  • Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
  • Theseus. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
    go near to make a man look sad.

    Hippolyta. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.

13 V / 1
  • How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
    back and finds her lover?
  • How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
    back and finds her lover?
  • Theseus. With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
    prove an ass.

    Hippolyta. How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
    back and finds her lover?

14 V / 1
  • Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
    Pyramus: I hope she will b...
  • Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
    Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
  • Theseus. She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
    her passion ends the play.

    Hippolyta. Methinks she should not use a long one for such a
    Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.

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