• Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, and PHILOSTRATE, with other attendant lords

    HIPPOLYTA

    'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of.

    THESEUS

    More strange than true. I never may believe
    These antique fables nor these fairy toys.
    Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
    5Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
    More than cool reason ever comprehends.
    The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact.
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold—
    10That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
    Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt.
    The poet’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven.
    And as imagination bodies forth
    15The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
    Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
    A local habitation and a name.
    Such tricks hath strong imagination,
    That if it would but apprehend some joy,
    20It comprehends some bringer of that joy.
    Or in the night, imagining some fear,
    How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

    HIPPOLYTA

    But all the story of the night told over,
    And all their minds transfigured so together,
    25More witnesseth than fancy’s images
    And grows to something of great constancy,
    But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
  • THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, and PHILOSTRATE enter, with a number of lords and servants.

    HIPPOLYTA

    These lovers are saying some strange things, Theseus.

    THESEUS

    Yes, strange—and totally made up too. I’ll never believe any of these old legends or fairy tales. Lovers and madmen hallucinate about things that sane people just can’t understand. Lunatics, lovers, and poets all are ruled by their overactive imaginations. some people think they see devils and monsters everywhere—and they’re lunatics. Lovers are just as crazy, and think a dark-skinned gypsy is the most gorgeous woman in the world. Poets are always looking around like they’re having a fit, confusing the mundane with the otherworldly, and describing things in their writing that simply don’t exist. All these people have such strong imaginations that, when they feel happy, they assume a god or some other supernatural being is bringing that happiness to them. Or if they’re afraid of something at night, they look at the shrubbery and imagine it’s a wild bear!

    HIPPOLYTA

    But the story that these lovers are telling, and the fact that they all saw and heard exactly the same things, make me think there’s more going on here than imaginary fantasies. Their story is bizarre and astounding, but it’s solid and consistent.