PAGE: That’s Romeo’s wife, Juliet Capulet that was; for a run-away match I hear they’re very happy.

Enter Titania.

FORD: There’s a woman I cannot understand. She seems ever to dwell in a sort of Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Enter Ophelia.

PAGE: That girl gives me the shivers, tho some say she makes a fine wife to that melancholy Dane named Hamlet.

Enter Cleopatra.

(Regally attired in Egyptian draperies)

FORD: My word! ’Tis well our husbands are not here, that woman is a vampire.

(Enter in numbers minor characters and take seats, much chatting, laughing, etc., until)

Enter Lady Macbeth.