A rehearsal breaks apart in the enchanted wood.

BOTTOM: If I were fair, Thisbe, I were only thine.
QUINCE: O monstrous! O strange! We are haunted. Pray, masters, fly!
BOTTOM: Why do they run away? This is to make an ass of me.
PUCK: I will follow you. I will lead you about a round.
BOTTOM: The ousel cock, so black of hue, with orange-tawny bill.
TITANIA: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
BOTTOM: The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, the plainsong cuckoo gray.
TITANIA: I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again. Mine ear is much enamored of thy note.
BOTTOM: Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that.
TITANIA: Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
