From A Midsummer Night’s Dream;  PUCK is a mischievous character known as an immortal or ‘fairy’.  In this scene he has recently cast a spell on TITANIA, Queen of the Immortals (Fairies), causing her to fall in love with an unlikely character.

PUCK: My mistress with a monster is in love.               (1)

Near to her close and consecrated bower,                       (2)

While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,                 (3)

A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,                              (4)

That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,                      (5)

Were met together to rehearse a play,                              (6)

Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.                         (7)

The shallowest thickskin of that barren sort,                  (8)

Who Pyramus presented in their sport,                           (9)

Forsook his scene and entered in a brake.                       (10)

When I did him at this advantage take,                            (11)

An ass's nole I fixèd on his head.                                      (12)

So at his sight away his fellows fly,                                  (13)

For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch:                                 (14)

Some, sleeves -- some, hats;                                              (15)

from yielders all things catch.                            (16)

From Titus Andronicus;  TAMORA, a Goth Warrior Queen, has recently been caught by LAVINIA and BASSIANUS having an adulterous affair.  She is telling this ‘tale’ to her two sons, CHIRON and DEMETRIUS, in an effort to get out of the difficult predicament.

TAMORA: Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?                (1)

These two have ticed me hither to this place,                                 (2)

A barren detested vale you see it is;                                                (3)

The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,                            (4)

Overcome with moss and baleful mistletoe.                                    (5)

Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds,                           (6)

Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven:                                               (7)

But straight they told me they would bind me here                       (8)

Unto the body of a dismal yew                                                          (9)

And leave me to this miserable death.                                              (10)

And then they called me foul adulteress,                                        (11)

Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms                                    (12)

That ever ear did hear to such effect;                                               (13)

And had you not by wondrous fortune come,                               (14)

This vengeance on me had they executed.                                      (15)

Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,                                      (16)

Or be ye not henceforth called my children.                                    (17)

From Macbeth, LADY MACBETH is frustrated by her husband, MACBETH’S, inability to carry out a murderous plan.  She is working to regain the situation and keep them on track.

LADY MACBETH:  I have given suck, and know                         (1)

How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me:                               (2)

I would, while it was smiling in my face,                                          (3)

Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums                          (4)

And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you                       (5)

Have done this. If we should fail?                                                    (6)

Screw your courage to the sticking place                                        (7)

And we'll not fail. When Duncan is asleep                                      (8)

(Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey                           (9)

Soundly invite him), his two chamberlains                                      (10)

Will I with wine and wassail so convince                                        (11)

That memory, the warder of the brain,                                              (12)

Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason                                       (13)

A limbeck only. When in swinish sleep                                           (14)

Their drenchèd natures lies as in a death,                                       (15)

What cannot you and I perform upon                                              (16)

Th' unguarded Duncan? what not put upon                                   (17)

His spongy officers, who shall bear the guilt                                  (18)

Of our great quell?                                                                               (19)