Who can tell me the story of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, preferably in detail?

First act

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The first game in Athens. Theseus Palace

Theseus, Hippolyta, Fielas, Wright and his attendants.

Theseus: Beautiful Hippolyta, now our wedding is coming. In four days, the new moon will come out. But alas! How slowly the old moon disappeared, she delayed my hope, like an immortal old stepmother or widow, consuming the property of young people.

Hippolyta: Four days will soon become night, and four nights will soon disappear in a dream. At that time, the moon will look at the beautiful night in our sky like a new curved silver bow.

Theseus: Go, Fielas Tellet, arouse the laughter of the young people in Athens, awaken the lively and cheerful spirit, and drive the sadness to the grave; That pale guy shouldn't be allowed to attend our wedding.

(owned by Fielas Tellet)

Hippolyta, I proposed to you with my sword and won your heart with my powerful aggression; But this time I will change my tune. I will hold our wedding with luxury, boasting and revelry.

Eggerz, Hermia, Lysander, Demetrius.

Eggerz: I wish you happiness, Duke theseus, whose reputation is far spread!

Theseus: Thank you, kind Eggerz. what can I do for you?

Eggerz: I accused my child, my daughter Hermia, with anger. Step forward, Demetrius. Your highness, this man, I promised to marry my daughter to him. Step forward, Lysander. Your highness, this man seduced my child. You, you, Lysander, you write poems for my children and exchange love souvenirs with her; You came to her window on a moonlit night and sang a fake sentimental poem in an artificial tone; Wrist rings, rings, flashy ornaments, trivial toys, bouquets, candy-these can strongly deceive a girl's heart to steal her infatuation "messengers"; You stole her heart with a trick and incited her to turn obedience to me into stubborn resistance. Your Highness, if she still refuses to marry Demetrius in front of you, I will demand the right of Athens to be handed down from generation to generation, because she is my daughter and I can dispose of her at will; According to our law, if she doesn't marry this gentleman, she should be put to death immediately.

Theseus: What do you have to say, Hermia? Be careful, beautiful girl! Your father should be your god; Your beauty is given by him. You are like a wax figure in his hand. He can save you or destroy you. Demetrius was a very good gentleman.

Lysander is fine, too.

Theseus: Of course he's fine. But as your husband, if you can't get your father's consent, then he is inferior.

I hope my father and I have the same opinion.

Theseus: You really should follow your father's advice.

Please forgive me! I don't know what makes me so bold, and I don't know how speaking my thoughts here will affect my good reputation, but I want to ask your highness, if I refuse to marry Demetrius, what will be the worst fate for me?

Theseus: Death penalty or disown men forever. So, beautiful Hermia, ask your wishes carefully! Think about your youth and take a good pulse in your blood; If you refuse to obey your father's choice, think about whether you can put on a nun's cassock, spend your life claustrophobic in a gloomy monastery, sing a hazy hymn to the desolate and lonely moon and be a lonely monk. They can restrain their enthusiasm and keep their virginity until they are old. Naturally, they should be especially favored by God. However, a married woman, like a picked and refined rose, is fragrant. Compared with a solitary flower, it is always much happier in the eyes of the world.

Let me thank myself in this way, your highness. I don't want to dedicate my virginity to someone I don't respect.

Theseus: Go back and think about it. When the new moon is born-the day when my lover and I are permanently engaged-you must make a decision. If you are not prepared to die, because you are against your father's wishes, you will listen to him and marry Demetrius. Otherwise, you have to swear before the altar in Di Anna that you will never marry.

Demetrius: Repent, lovely Hermia! Lysander, give up your unreasonable demands and stop resisting my firm rights!

Lysander: You have her father's love, Demetrius. Let me keep Hermia's love You can marry her father.

Rude Lysander! To be exact, I am very happy with him, and I am willing to give him what belongs to me; She is mine, and I will grant all my rights to her to Demetrius.

Lysander: Your Highness, I was born like him. I am as rich as he is; My love is much deeper than his; My wealth, if not more than Demetrius, will never be less than him; More than that, the beautiful Hermia loves me. Then why can't I enjoy my rights? Speaking of Demetrius, I can announce in front of him that he once molested Nida's daughter Helena and fascinated her; The lovely girl is still infatuated with him and worships this evil heartbreaker.

Theseus: I've heard a lot of gossip. I want to talk to Demetrius. But I forgot, because I had too many things to do. Come, Demetrius; Come on, Eggerz; You two, come with me. I have something personal to tell you. You, beautiful Hermia, get ready, put aside your feelings and obey your father's will, or the laws of Athens will sentence you to death or make you swear to be single; We can't change this law. Come, Hippolyta; What's up, honey? Demetrius and Eggerz, let's go; I must send you to do something for our wedding and discuss something related to you.

Eggerz: Do we dare to follow your highness happily? (Get off except Lysander and Hermia. )

Lysander: What's the matter, dear! Why are your cheeks so pale? How did the rose on your face get carved so quickly?

Hermia: Mostly because of the lack of rain and dew, but the tears in my eyes can irrigate them.

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Lysander: Alas! What I read in books, heard in legends or history, true love always takes a bumpy road; Not because of the difference in blood—

Unfortunately, honorable people should bow to humble people!

Lysander: It's because of the age gap-

Hermia: That's disgusting. Old people want to have sex with young people!

Lysander: Or because this letter followed the choice of relatives and friends-

Hermia: Unfortunately, choosing a lover depends on other people's eyes!

Lysander: Or, even if we are all in love, war, death or disease have invaded it, making it as short as sound, shadow, dream and lightning in the night, showing heaven and hell in an instant, but saying, "Look!" Darkness has opened its mouth and swallowed it. Bright things always turn into chaos so quickly.

Hermia: Since true lovers will be worn away forever, it seems to be a law of fate, so let's practice patience. Because this kind of abrasion, like memories, dreams, sighs, hopes and cries, is an indispensable follower of poor love.

Lysander: You are absolutely right. Listen to me, Hermia. I have a widowed aunt who is rich but has no children. She regards me as an only child. Her home is twenty miles away from Athens; Gentle Hermia, I can marry you there. The claws of Athenian law cannot catch us. If you love me, please sneak out of your father's house tomorrow night and go to the forest three miles away-that's where I met you and Helena to celebrate May Day-and I'll wait for you there.

My good Lysander! With Cupid's strongest bow, with his golden arrow, with the purity of Venus dove, with the divine power of combining soul and love, with the flame of the ancient Carthaginian queen, when she saw her ungrateful Trojan sailing, with all the vows broken by men-this number far exceeded what women said, I asked.

Lysander: I hope you don't stand me up, love. Look, here comes Helena.

Helena, go.

God bless beautiful Helena! Where are you going?

Helena: Did you call me "beautiful"? Please take back those two words! Demetrius loves your beauty; The beauty of happiness! Your eyes are two stars, and your sweet voice is more beautiful than the lark song sent to the shepherd's ear in the season of wheat and green hills and hawthorn buds. Diseases can be transmitted to people; Alas! If beauty can be contagious, beautiful Hermia, I hope to capture your beauty: I will capture your voice with my ears, your eyes with my eyes and your gentle melody with my tongue. If the whole world belongs to me except Demetrius, I am willing to give up everything, but I want to be you. Ah! Teach me how to move my eyes and manipulate Demetrius' heart with what magic?

I frowned at him, but he still loved me.

Helena: Well, if only your frown could impart that skill to my smile!

I cursed him, but he gave me love.

Oh, I wish my prayers could arouse his love in this way!

The more I hate him, the more he follows me.

Helena: The more I love him, the more he hates me.

Hermia: Helena, his stupidity is not my fault.

Helena: but that's your beautiful fault; If only that mistake was mine!

Relax, he will never see my face again; Lysander and I are getting out of here. Before I met Lysander, Athens was like heaven to me; Ah, what a magical power my lover has that can turn heaven into hell!

Lysander: Helena, we don't want to keep it from you. Tomorrow night, when the moon reflects her silver face in the mirror wave and crystal dew is dotted on the grass tip-that is often the most suitable time for love, we are ready to sneak out of the gates of Athens.

Hermia: My Lysander and I will meet in the forest, where you and I often lie on the elegant primrose beds there and confide in each other. From there, we will leave Athens, visit new friends and keep company with strangers. Goodbye, dear traveler! Please pray for us; May you regain Demetrius' heart! Don't stand me up, Lysander; We must endure the pain of parting for the time being and meet again at midnight tomorrow night!

Lysander: Of course, my Hermia. Helena; Goodbye; Just as you love him, I hope Demetrius loves you! (Next. )

Helena: How happy some people are compared with others! Everyone in Athens thinks I am as beautiful as her; But what does it matter? Demetrius didn't think so; He won't know what everyone knows except him. Just as he mistakenly infatuated with Hermia's eyes, I only know that I admire his cleverness; All despicable weaknesses become insignificant in love, but become happy and solemn. Love is seen with the heart, without eyes, so Cupid with wings is often portrayed as blind. Moreover, the judgment of love is completely irrational, with wings and no eyes, blindly expressing reckless impatience, so Cupid is a child because he often makes mistakes in his choice. Just as naughty children are used to making false oaths, children in love are gambling with words they shouldn't say. Before meeting Hermia, Demetrius swore like a hail that he belonged to me completely, but as soon as the hail felt a trace of heat on him, it immediately dissolved, and countless alliance words went up in smoke. I want to tell him the beautiful Hermia's departure; When he finds out, he will definitely go to the forest to chase her tomorrow night. If I can get some rewards for this briefing, it will definitely cost me a lot; But my purpose is to make up for my pain and let me hear his voice again. (Next. )

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Seventh Floor

The second scene is the same as before. Kunsijia

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Queens, snagge, Burton, Fruit, Si Nuo, Stafflin.

Quincy: Are we all here?

Burton: You'd better follow the list one by one and always say its name.

Quince: This is a list with everyone's name on it. The whole Athens acknowledged that the brothers on this list were the most suitable people to play our role in front of the Duke and Duchess on their wedding night.

Burton: First of all, good Peter? Quincy, tell me what the play is about, and then read out the names of the people who play the role, so that your mind will be clear.

Quince: OK, the name of our play is The Sadest Comedy and the Cruel Death of Pyramus and Tisper.

Burton: It must be an excellent article, we can guarantee it, and it is quite interesting. Now, good Peter? Quincy, read the names of your characters from the list. Everybody step aside, everybody.

Quincy: When we call people's names, they will say yes. Nick. Burton the weaver.

Burton: Yes. Say which role you want to play first, and then call them down one by one.

Queens: You, Nick? Burton, play Pilars.

Burton: Who is Pyramus? Lover or bully?

Quince: It's a lover. For love, he bravely destroyed himself.

Burton: If the performance is alive, you have to shed a few tears. If we act, let the spectators pay attention to their eyes; We want to make the whole audience cry, and we want to be eclipsed. Call the others down. But playing overlord is very much to our taste. We will play Eraclus well, or play a bragging role, which will scare people. The violent vibration of the mountains opened the prison door; The sun rose in the distance and conquered the souls of the gods.

That's amazing! Now read the rest of the names. This is the air of Erasmus, the air of overlord; Love is a little sad.

Quince: Francis? Fruit, bellows repairer.

Fruit: Yes, Peter? Queens.

Queens: You must play Tisper.

Fruit: Who is Tisper? Street rider?

Quince: That's the girl Pyramus must fall in love with.

Guoguo: Oh, really, don't ask us to play girls; Our beards have grown.

Quince: That's no problem; You must wear a mask. You can whisper.

Burton: We can also cover our faces. Let's play Tisper. We would whisper, "Tisny! Tisni! " "ouch! Pyramus, the slave's beloved brother, is your organizer, your dear girl! "

Quincy: No, no, you have to play Pilars. Gogo, you have to play Tisper.

Burton: OK, cancel it.

Quince: Robin? Stafflin, a tailor.

Stafflin: Yes, Peter? Queens.

Quince: Robin? Stafflin, you play Tisper's mother. Tom? Si Nuo, tinker.

Si Nuo: Yes, Peter? Queens.

Queens: You play Pilars's father; We play Tisper's father ourselves; Snagge, a joiner, you play the role of a lion: I think the play has been assigned.

Snagge: Did you write down the lion's lines? If so, please give it to me, because I have a bad memory.

Queen: You don't have to prepare. You just have to shout it out.

Burton: Let's play with lions, too. We will shout loudly, so that everyone will be happy to hear it; I will shout, even the duke handed down the imperial edict, "let him shout again!" " Let him continue! "

Queen: If you shout so horribly, you will frighten the duchess and ladies and make them scream. Then you can hang us together.

Everyone: that will definitely hang us together, and every mother's son can't escape.

Burton: My friends, you are absolutely right. If you scare the ladies to death, they'll hang us regardless. But we can raise the voice a little, no, lower it a little; We will cry softly like little pigeons sucking milk, and softly like nightingales.

Queens, you can only play Pyrrhus; Because Pyramus is a charming little white face, a decent person, just like the kind of person you can see in summer; He is also a lovely gentleman; So you have to play Pyrrhus.

Burton: OK, let's play Pyramus. It's good. Why did you hang up?

Quincy: Then suit yourself.

Burton: We can hang your straw beard, your orange beard, your purple beard, or your French golden beard and pure yellow beard.

Queens: You'd better be naked. Gentlemen, here are your lines. I beg you, beg you, ask you to meet tomorrow night, and we will meet in the forbidden forest a mile away by moonlight and rehearse there; Because if we rehearse in the city, someone will follow us and our things will leak out. At the same time, make a list of things needed for acting. Please don't delay.

Burton: We must meet there; Let's rehearse there decently and be bold. Let's work hard and do it well. See you later.

Quince: Let's meet under the Duke's oak tree.

Burton: Well, don't stand me up. (The same below. )

Act ii

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The first scene is the forest near Athens.

Fairy and ice hockey are up.

Hey, genie! Where are you drifting?

Fairy: I crossed valleys and mountains, thorns and bushes, paddocks and gardens, rapids and fires: I wandered around like moonlight; I ran to find the queen fairy, and the grass circle was covered with faint dew. Graceful lotus is her valet, and the golden dress is dotted with Dot mole; It was a ruby sent by the gods, with a faint fragrance in it; I'm going to find some dewdrops here and hang pearl earrings on each flower. Farewell, farewell, you rude elf! Because the hand of the fairy queen is coming.

Parker: The king is holding a grand banquet here tonight. Don't let them meet. Aublanc's temper is not the best, because the queen's stubbornness is very annoying; She stole a little Indian prince, loved him like a heart and cherished him. Aublanc saw some envy and wanted to pretend to be his waiter. But she gave him up and arranged flowers for him herself. From then on, in the forest, on the grass, by the spring and under the moon, they swore as soon as they met; The little devil is often frightened and flustered, and runs to the middle of the oak barrel to hide.

Fairy: If I am not mistaken about you, you are probably a sly and naughty elf named Robin. You are the girl who likes to scare the country. You pinch off the cream in other people's milk, so that the panting housewife can't stir the cream all day. Sometimes you secretly grind food for others, and sometimes you break the wine so that it can't ferment; People who walk at night, you lead them astray, but you hide and snicker; Whoever calls you "big fairy" or "good hockey", you give him good luck and help him: is that you?

Genie, you are right. I am a happy Nightcrawler. I came up with all kinds of jokes in front of Aublanc to make him laugh. When I saw a fat and thin horse, I learned the neigh of the mare and lost my mind. Sometimes I will become a baked wild apple and hide it in the old woman's wine bowl. When she raises the bowl to drink, I will pat her lips and pour a bowl of ale on her wrinkled throat. Sometimes I become a three-legged stool, and just as my sophisticated aunt is about to sit down and tell a story seriously, I slip off her ass, turn her into a big ingot and shout "Boy!" I kept coughing, and everyone around me laughed my head off. The more they think about it, the funnier they get. Their noses and tears can't help laughing, and they swear that they have never met anything more interesting. But get out of the way, fairy, Aublanc is here.

Fairy: The Queen is here, too. If only he had gone!

(Aublanc and Tania each bring their entourage from each other. )

Aublanc: It's a pity to see you again in the moonlight, proud Titania!

Hey, jealous Aublanc! Immortals, go away quickly; I swear not to swim with him or sleep with him.

Aublanc: Wait a minute, bad-tempered woman! Am I not your husband?

Then I must be your wife. But you used to sneak out of fairyland, pretend to be a shepherd, play flute, sing love songs and flirt with coquettish shepherds all day. I know all this. Why did you come here from the remote plains of India this time? It's just that tall Amazon queen, your lover in boots, is going to marry theseus. You have to congratulate them.