(SHIMMERING, ENCHANTING MUSIC) Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. (CACKLES) What thou seest when thou dost wake, do it for thy true-love take. Is all our company here? You, Nick Bottom, – are set down for Pyramus.
– Yes! You canker-blossom! You thief of love! (BRAYS) Mine ear is much enamour’d of thy note. I love thee. (SQUEALS) (ROCK GUITAR MUSIC)