I then did ask of her her changeling child; which straight she gave me.

My Oberon, what visions have I seen!

How come this gentle concord in the world, that hatred is so far from jealousy to sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?

…Thereby to have defeated you and me, you of your wife, and me of my consent.

But as yet I swear I cannot truly say how I came here.

But, my good lord, … my love to Hermia Melted as the snow.

I will get Peter Quince to write a ballet of this dream.