| 1 | 0–65 | 471 | unassigned | | NOw fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour Draws on apace: four happy days bring in Another Moon: but oh, me thinks,… |
| 2 | 66–132 | 499 | unassigned | | Either to dye the death, or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore fair Hermia question your desires… |
| 3 | 133–194 | 489 | unassigned | | For aught that ever I could read, Can ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smoo… |
| 4 | 195–254 | 479 | unassigned | | I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill. I give him curse… |
| 5 | 255–284 | 487 | unassigned | | Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit through all Athens, to play in our Interlude befo… |
| 6 | 285–321 | 476 | unassigned | | That would hang us every mother's son. I grant you friends, if that you should fright the Ladies out of their … |
| 7 | 322–386 | 470 | unassigned | | Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish spirit Called Robin Good… |
| 8 | 387–449 | 477 | T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi | 0.81 | The Ploughman lost his sweat, and the green Corn Hath rotten, ere his youth attained a beard: The fold stands … |
| 9 | 450–508 | 483 | T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs | 0.86 | That very time I say (but thou couldst not) Flying between the cold Moon and the earth, Cupid all armed; a cer… |
| 10 | 509–572 | 526 | unassigned | | You do impeach your modesty too much, To leave the City, and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves … |
| 11 | 573–646 | 499 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.73 | You spotted Snakes with double tongue, Thorny Hedgehogges be not seen, Newts and blind worms do no wrong, Come… |
| 12 | 647–707 | 489 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.86 | Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus. O wilt thou darklin… |
| 13 | 708–735 | 485 | unassigned | | Help me Lysander, help me; do thy best To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast. Ay me, for pity; what a … |
| 14 | 736–772 | 473 | unassigned | | Doth the Moon shine that night we play our play? A Calendar, a Calendar, look in the Almanac, find out Moonshi… |
| 15 | 773–821 | 474 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.74 | Why do they run away? This is a knavery of them to make me afeard. O Bottom, thou art changed; What do I see o… |
| 16 | 822–877 | 478 | unassigned | | I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I beseech your worship's name. Cobweb. I shall desire you of more acquain… |
| 17 | 878–933 | 470 | T1 Death, grief and revenge | 0.86 | O why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Now I but chide, but I should… |
| 18 | 934–995 | 463 | unassigned | | I go, I go, look how I go, Swifter than arrow from the Tartars bow. Flower of this purple die, Hit with Cupid'… |
| 19 | 996–1056 | 483 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.82 | You are unkind Demetrius; be not so, For you love Hermia; this you know I know; And here with all good will, w… |
| 20 | 1057–1117 | 467 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.85 | Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? And made your other love, De… |
| 21 | 1118–1181 | 473 | T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint | 0.88 | I, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt; Be cert… |
| 22 | 1182–1243 | 487 | unassigned | | Now she holds me not, Now follow if thou darest, to try whose right, Of thine or mine is most in Helena. Fello… |
| 23 | 1244–1310 | 487 | unassigned | | Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now. Here villain, drawn & ready. Where art thou? I will be with t… |
| 24 | 1311–1357 | 484 | T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi | 0.80 | Ready. Mounsieur Cobweb, good monsieur get your weapons in your hand, & kill me a red hipt humble-Bee, on the … |
| 25 | 1358–1424 | 485 | unassigned | | Be thou as thou wast wont to be; See as thou wast wont to see. Diane's bud, or Cupid's flower, Hath such force… |
| 26 | 1425–1489 | 485 | unassigned | | It is, my Lord. Go bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Good morrow friends: Saint Valentine is passed… |
| 27 | 1490–1504 | 541 | unassigned | | When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is, most fair Pyramus. hay ho. Peter Quince? Flute the … |
| 28 | 1505–1561 | 450 | unassigned | | 'Tis strange my Theseus, that these lovers speak of. More strange than true. I never may believe These antic f… |
| 29 | 1562–1622 | 520 | T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe | 0.77 | A play there is, my Lord, some ten words long, Which is as brief, as I have known a play; But by ten words, my… |
| 30 | 1623–1683 | 507 | unassigned | | Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show, But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This man is Pyram… |
| 31 | 1684–1728 | 514 | unassigned | | I see a voice; now will I to the chink, To spy and I can hear my Thisbies face. Thisbie? My Love thou art, my … |
| 32 | 1729–1794 | 504 | unassigned | | Why all these should be in the Lantern: for they are in the Moon. But silence, here comes Thisbe. This is old … |
| 33 | 1795–1870 | 511 | unassigned | | No Epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all dead, there… |