ACT V.
Scene I
Athens. The palace of Theseus.
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, and Attendants.
Hippolyta.
‘Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of.
Theseus.
More strange than true: I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends,
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
