:06:03
Ти си толкова вбесяващ.
:06:27
Ей, ей, ей, ей! Ето го!
:06:30
Тихо, момчета.
:06:39
Either I mistake your shape and making quite
:06:44
or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
called Robin Goodfellow!
:06:49
Thou speak'st aright.
:06:51
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
:06:53
I jest to Oberon and make him smile...
:06:56
when I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile.
:07:00
Neighing in the likeness of a filly foal.
:07:03
Sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl
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in very likeness of a roasted crab.
:07:09
And when she drink, against her lips I bob
:07:12
and on her withered dewlap pour the ale.
:07:15
The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale.
- Добър е. Страхотен е направо.
:07:17
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me.
:07:20
Then slip I from her bum,
down topples she and "Tailor" cries
:07:24
and falls into a cough.
:07:26
And then the whole quire
hold their hips and laugh
:07:29
and waxen in their mirth neeeze...
:07:31
and swear.
:07:34
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
:07:37
But, room, fairy.
:07:39
- Here comes Oberon.
- And here, my mistress. Would that he were gone.
:07:48
Then by your side, no bed-room me deny.
:07:50
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
:07:54
Lysander riddles very prettily.
Much beshrew my manners...
:07:58
and my pride if Hermia
meant to say Lysander lied.