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The human mortals want their winter here;


No night is now with hymn or carol blest:


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


Far 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 mazed 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.














interpretation of the monologue....walk me through it, please.

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Reply:GARWY said it all! Well said too!
Reply:titania and oberon - king and queen of the fairies - are deep in a long argument with each other. because the 'gods' are arguing (the religion in midsummer nights dream is really messed up - well, we're all asleep, what did you expect?) the weather in the real world is jumbled up too. oberon couldn't give a ... but titania is worried about this.





the humans haven't had a proper winter ('want' here is in its historical sense of 'not having') nobody sings or dances in the night-time - so the moon (the flood-goddess) gets itchy and makes it rain all night (and then everybody gets rheumatism).


because things are so mixed up the weather gets mixed up too. the roses in spring get nipped by frosts, and in the middle of winter snows ('hiems' is a poetic word for 'winter') you see summer flowers. spring, summer, autumn, winter all look like each other ('change liveries' :: 'swap clothes with') so the confused ('mazed' :: 'amazed') world doesn't know what time of year it is.


and it's all our fault. it is because we are quarreling that everything is so jumbled up.