What we did in class - the few remarks on the text of extract 3

TITANIA These are the forgeries of jealousy. And never, since the middle summer’s spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By pavèd fountain, or by rushy brook, Or in the beachèd margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, have sucked up from the sea Contagious fogs, which falling in the land Have every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their continents. The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard. The fold stands empty in the drownèd field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock. The nine-men’s-morris is filled up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green For lack of tread are undistinguishable. The human mortals want their winter cheer. No night is now with hymn or carol blessed. Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound. And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter change Their wonted liveries, and the mazèd world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension. We are their parents and original.	The rivers have overflown The harvest was/the crops were  destroyed. The crops rotted beforethey were ripe. Sheep have died because the fields are flooded. People can’t play / have no more fun /leisure People don’t sing anymore. The seasons are mixed up.    The audience may think the fairies  are not as nice as they seem. They must be a little afraid because it shows how powerful the fairies are. They may be impressed by this  might over the weather and the elements. They are capable of unleashing the Forces of nature and spread disease desolation.
OBERON Do you amend it then. It lies in you. Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my henchman.
TITANIA   Set your heart at rest. The Fairyland buys not the child of me. His mother was a votaress of my order, And in the spicèd Indian air by night Full often hath she gossiped by my side, And sat with me on Neptune’s yellow sands, Marking th' embarkèd traders on the flood, When we have laughed to see the sails conceive And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind; Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Following—her womb then rich with my young squire— Would imitate, and sail upon the land To fetch me trifles and return again As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die. And for her sake do I rear up her boy, And for her sake I will not part with him.	She feels nostalgic and has genuine feelings for the boy and his mother. She tries to persuade him to give up. She’s vowed to protect the boy. She stands firm against him. She has more legitimate reasons to keep the boy. Titania’s strength may have shocked an Elizabethan audience.
OBERON How long within this wood intend you stay?	An idea at the back of his mind?
TITANIA Perchance till after Theseus' wedding day. If you will patiently dance in our round And see our moonlight revels, go with us. If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.	Compromise?
OBERON Give me that boy and I will go with thee.	Stubborn / intransigent
TITANIA Not for thy fairy kingdom.—Fairies, away! We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.	Strong-minded / wants to avoid a fight which would have other dire consequences on mortals. (consequences that are mentioned above. / which were mentioned earlier.)