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PARAPHRASING MONOLOGUES FROM A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM

1. Helena - I i 188 (F) Level 1

Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!

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Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear When wheat is

green, when hawthorn buds appear.

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Sickness is catching: O, were favour so, Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;

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My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.

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Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, The rest I'd give to be to you translated.

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O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.

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2. Puck - II ii 58 (M/F) Level 2

Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in

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Night and silence..Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear:

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This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid;

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And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground.

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Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.

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Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe.

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When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:

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So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon

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3. Puck - II i 20 (M/F) Level 1

The king doth keep his revels here to-night: Take heed the queen come not within his sight;

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For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, Because that she as her attendant hath A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king;

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She never had so sweet a changeling;

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And jealous Oberon would have the child Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;

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But she perforce withholds the loved boy, Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy:

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And now they never meet in grove or green, By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,

But, they do square, that all their elves for fear Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there.

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4. Puck - III ii 10 (M/F) Level 3

My mistress with a monster is in love.

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Near to her close and consecrated bower, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,

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A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,

Were met together to rehearse a play Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day.

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The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport

Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake When I did him at this advantage take, An ass's nole I fixed on his head:

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Anon his Thisbe must be answered, And forth my mimic comes.

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When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, … Rising and cawing at the gun's report,

Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;

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And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; He murder cries and help from Athens calls.

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Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;

For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch.

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I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there:

When in that moment, so it came to pass, Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.

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5. Helena - III ii 201 (F) Level 1

Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three To fashion this false sport, in spite

of me.

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Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid! Have you conspired, have you with these contrived To bait me with this

foul derision?

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Is all the counsel that we two have shared, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,

When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us,--O, is it all forgot?

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And will you rent our ancient love asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor friend?

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of me.

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foul derision?

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Is all the counsel that we two have shared, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,

When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us,--O, is it all forgot? All school-days' friendship, childhood

innocence?

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We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting

on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, Had been

incorporate.

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So we grow together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition; Two lovely berries

moulded on one stem; So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but

to one and crowned with one crest.

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And will you rent our ancient love asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor friend? It is not friendly, 'tis not

maidenly: Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, Though I alone do feel the injury.


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of me.

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foul derision?

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Is all the counsel that we two have shared, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid

the hasty-footed time For parting us,--O, is it all forgot? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?

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We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting

on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, Had been

incorporate.

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So we grow together, And will you rent our ancient love asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor friend?

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It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, Though I alone do feel the injury

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Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never

wrong'd you; Save that, in love unto Demetrius, I told him of your stealth unto this wood.

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He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him; But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me To strike me, spurn me, nay,

to kill me too:

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And now, so you will let me quiet go, To Athens will I bear my folly back And follow you no further: let me go:

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You see how simple and how fond I am.

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9. Hermia - III ii 305 (F) Level 1

Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.

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Now I perceive that she hath made compare Between our statures;

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she hath urged her height; And with her personage, her tall personage, Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd

with him

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And are you grown so high in his esteem; Because I am so dwarfish and so low?

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How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;

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How low am I? I am not yet so low But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

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10.Flute(as Thisbe) - V i 294 (M/F) Level 2

Asleep, my love? What, dead, my dove?

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O Pyramus, arise! Speak, speak. Quite dumb?

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Dead, dead? A tomb Must cover thy sweet eyes.

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These My lips, This cherry nose, These yellow cowslip cheeks, Are gone, are gone:

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Lovers, make moan:

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His eyes were green as leeks.

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O Sisters Three, Come, come to me, With hands as pale as milk; Lay them in gore, Since you have shore With

shears his thread of silk.

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Tongue, not a word:

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Come, trusty sword; Come, blade, my breast imbrue:

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And, farewell, friends; Thus Thisby ends: Adieu, adieu, adieu.

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11.Demetrius - IV i 66 (M) Level 2

My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither to this wood;

And I in fury hither follow'd them, Fair Helena in fancy following me.

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But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,. But by some power it is,.my love to Hermia, Melted as the snow,

seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gaud Which in my childhood I did dote upon;

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And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena.

To her, my lord, Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:

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But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;


But, as in health, come to my natural taste, Now I do wish it, love it, long for it, And will for evermore be true to it.

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12.Puck - V ii 56 (M/F) Level 2

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended,

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That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

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And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream,

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Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend:

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And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends

ere long;Else the Puck a liar call;

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So, good night unto you all.


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Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.

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