A Midsummer Night's Dream (1935)
Ian Hunter: Theseus - Duke of Athens
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 : [Near tears] 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.
Theseus - Duke of Athens : Hippolyta, I wooed you with my sword and won your love, doing thee injuries. But, I will wed you in another key: with pomp, with triumph, and with reveling.
Theseus - Duke of Athens : Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth. Turn melancholy forth to funerals: the pale companion is not for our pomp.
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.
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.
Theseus - Duke of Athens : Come now; what masques? What dances shall we have? Where is our usual manager of mirth? What revels are in hand?
Theseus - Duke of Athens : The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn, As much as we this night have overwatch'd. Sweet friends, to bed. A fortnight hold we this solemnity, In nightly revels and new jollity.