1 Thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on.
2 Our intent Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be, Without the peril of the Athenian law.
3 There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee, And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us.
4 Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not what; for if I tell you, I am not true Athenian.
5 Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: A sweet Athenian lady is in love With a disdainful youth.
6 Through the forest have I gone, But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love.
7 Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; Turn melancholy forth to funerals; The pale companion is not for our pomp.
8 Near to her close and consecrated bower, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Were met together to rehearse a play Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.