A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM Demetrius. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Hermia. Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. Helena. So methinks: And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own. Demetrius. Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me, That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think The Duke was here, and bid us follow him ? Hermia. Yea; and my father. Helena. And Hippolyta. Lysander. And he did bid us follow to the temple. Demetrius. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; And by the way let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt. Bottom. [Awaking.] When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer: my next is, "Most fair Pyramus." Heigh-ho! - Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! - God's my life, stolen hence, and left me asleep! 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 is no man can tell what. Methought I was, - and methought ACT IV. 141 Sc. I.
