(Puck is 'Robin Good-Fellow'.)
A wood near Athens.
Enter, from opposite sides, a Fairy, and Puck.
Puck: How now, spirit! Wither wander you?
Fairy: Over Hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough briar over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here. And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone: Our queen and all her elves come here anon.
I have vivid memories bordering on surreal of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' being performed by senior pupils at Kingwell Court Preparatory School that I attended in 1956. As sunset approaches, an almost magical hue of glowing colours, gradually retreating; disappearing below distant hills.
About the Author
Simon Lever is a Featured Contributor at Bizcatalyst 360°, an author, creative writer, and storyteller. His voluntary activities include being a steward for the award-winning 'Kings and Scribes Exhibition: Birth of a Nation' and serving as a trustee at a community centre. Images courtesy of Simon Lever and The Wallace Collection, London.