Lysander: “The course of true love never did run smooth.”

Hermia: “Before the time I did Lysander see, seem’d, Athens as a paradise to me…He hath turned a heaven unto a hell.”

Lysander: “One turf shall serve as pillow for us both.”

Hermia: “Can you do me greater harm than hate?”

Helena: “Through Athens I am thought as fair as she…Demetrius thinks not so.”

Demetrius: “I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.”

Helena: “I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.”

Demetrius: “Oh Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!”

Oberon: “I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”

Titania: “And thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move me, On first view to say, to swear, I love thee.”