Snout: Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?
Starveling: I fear it. I promise you.

Robin: Like horse hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn

Bottom: What do you see an ass head of your own, do you?

Bottom: Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.

Titania: Out of this wood do not desire to go.

Hermia: What's this to my Lysander? Where is he?

Oberon: Thou hast mistaken quite and laid the love juice on some true-love's sight

Puck: Lord what fools these mortals be!

Demetrius: Thy lips those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

Hermia: I am not yet so low / But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

Helena: Though she be but little, she is fierce.

Lysander: Get you gone, you dwarf!

Helena: The sisters' vow, the hours that we have spent.

Helena: He followed you; for love I followed him.

Robin: So far am I glad it so did sort / As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

Robin: On the ground sleep sound. I'll apply to your eye, gentle lover, remedy.

Oberon: And from each other thou lead them thus, till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep with leaden legs and batty wings doth creep. Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye . . ."

Act IV

Oberon: And now I have the boy, I will undo the hateful imperfection in her eyes. (63-64)

Oberon: And think no more of this night's accidents (69)