Oberon, King of the Fairies: Ill-met by moonlight, proud Titania!

Flute, the Bellows-Mender: "I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."
Quince, the Carpenter: Ninny's?
Flute, the Bellows-Mender: Ninny's.
Quince, the Carpenter: Ninny's.
Flute, the Bellows-Mender: Ninny's.
Quince, the Carpenter: "Ninus' tomb", man!
Flute, the Bellows-Mender: [Flute begins to repeat Quince's words and gestures] Ninus' tomb, man!
Quince, the Carpenter: But you must not speak that yet!
Flute, the Bellows-Mender: But you must not speak that yet!
Quince, the Carpenter: Ohhh...
Flute, the Bellows-Mender: Ohhh...
Quince, the Carpenter: That you answer to Pyramus!
Flute, the Bellows-Mender: That you answer to Pyramus!
Quince, the Carpenter: You speak all your part at once, cues and all!
Flute, the Bellows-Mender: You speak all your part at once, cues... I won't play anymore.

Hermia, in Love with Lysander: [to Helena] How low am I, you painted maypole? Speak! How low am I? I am not yet so low but that my nails can reach into your eyes!

Demetrius, in Love with Hermia: [Puck is leading Demetrius astray through a fog] Lysander! Speak again! You runaway. You coward. Are you fled?
Puck: You coward! Are you bragging to the stars? Telling the bushes that you look for wars, and wilt not come?

Demetrius, in Love with Hermia: Where are Lysander and fair Hermia? The one I'll slay; the other slayeth me.

Puck: Lord, what fools these mortals be!