If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended. That you have but slumbered 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. And so good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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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.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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Come, my lord, and in our flight / Tell me how it came this night / That I sleeping here was found / With these mortals on the ground.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Theseus:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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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 awa; make no stay; / Meet me all by break of day.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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Helena:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Oh, spite, oh hell.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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I am your spaniel. And Demetrius, the more you beat me, I will fawn on you. Use me - but as your spaniel. Spurn me, strike me, neglect me, lose me, but give me leave, unworthy as I am, to follow you.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Tom Snout:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
[Puck has turned Bottom into a donkey] Bottom, thou art changed. What do I see on thee? 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Bottom the Weaver:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
What do you see? What; do you see an ass' head of your own, do you? 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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[backing away] Bless me. Thou art translated. 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
[all run off, leaving Bottom alone on the stage] 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Bottom the Weaver:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Why do the run away? I see their knavery. This is to make an ass of me.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Bottom the Weaver:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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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 if he will offer to say what I had.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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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.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Theseus:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
[Reveiewing possible plays to be presented] "Battle with the Centaurs," to be sung by an Athenian eunuch to the harp. We'll none of that.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Theseus:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? That is hot ice and wonderous strange snow.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Bottom the Weaver:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Since lion vile hath here deflowered my dear... 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Peter Quince:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
DEVOURED.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove?复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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No epilogue, I pray you, for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse, for when the players are all dead, there need none to be blamed.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Puck:复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
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.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
