A magical brilliancy that outshines the most enchanting of stories with its amusing plot twists and weaving rhymes. On a star-speckled night in an ancient forest, a Fairy King and his mischievous sprite connive against their Queen, but two pairs of wandering human lovers get involved, and a lost oafish actor is in for one big surprise. Shakespeare's most surreal artistic achievement paints dazzling emotional scenes that twist and turn through mazes of greenery.
Demetrius: "O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!"
Theseus: "Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, the poet
Are of imagination compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman: the lover, as all frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glace from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them into shapes, and gives airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks have strong imagination...
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