- [Last lines]
- Puck: 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.
- Bottom the Weaver: 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.
- Theseus: 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.
- Theseus: The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve: Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
- Oberon: 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.
- Helena: 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.
- Tom Snout: [Puck has turned Bottom into a donkey] Bottom, thou art changed. What do I see on thee?
- Bottom the Weaver: What do you see? What; do you see an ass' head of your own, do you?
- Peter Quince: [backing away] Bless me. Thou art translated.
- [all run off, leaving Bottom alone on the stage]
- Bottom the Weaver: Why do they run away? I see their knavery. This is to make an ass of me.
- Theseus: Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past. Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? I pray you all, stand up. I know you two are rival enemies. How comes this gentle concord in the world that hatred is so far from jealousy, to sleep by hate and fear no enmity?
- Lysander: My lord, I shall reply amazedly, half sleep, half waking... but as I think, for truly would I speak, I came with Hermia hither. Our intent was to be gone from Athens where we might without the peril of the Athenian law...
- Egeus: Enough! My lord, you have heard enough. I beg the law, the law upon his head. They would have stolen away. They would, Demetrius, thereby to have defeated you and me, you of your wife and me of my consent, of my consent that she should be your wife.
- Demetrius: My good lord, I wot not by what power, but by some power it is, my love to Hermia melted as the snow, and all the faith, the virtue of my heart, the object and the pleasure of mine eye is only Helena.
- [riding a few feet away to talk to Hippolyta privately, Theseus then returns]
- Theseus: Fair lovers... you are fortunately met. Egeus, I will overbear your will, for in the temple by and by with us, these couples shall eternally be knit. Away with us to Athens, three and three. We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
- Oberon: This is thy negligence. Still, still, still! Thou mistakest. Or else...
- [grabbing Puck by the horn]
- Oberon: Committ'st thy knaveries willfully, hmm?
- Puck: Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me I would know the man by the Athenian garments that he had on?
- Oberon: Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight. Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night, the starry welkin cover thou anon with drooping fog as black as Acheron and lead these testy rivals so astray that one not come within the other's way, then... crush this herb into Lysander's...
- [emphasizing the importance]
- Oberon: *Lysander's* eye. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, I'll to my queen... and beg her Indian boy. And then I will her charmed eye release from monster's view... and all things shall be peace.
- Titania: 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.
- Bottom the Weaver: 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.
- Theseus: [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.
- Puck: 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.