Anyone understands this?
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, and PHILOSTRATE, LORDS, and ATTENDANTS.
HIPPOLYTA. ‘Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of.
THESEUS. More strange than true. I never may believe 12
These antic fables, nor these fairy toys.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, 5 Such shaping fantasies,3 that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; 10 That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
15 The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to aery6 nothing A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That if it would but apprehend some joy,
20 It comprehends some bringer of that joy;7 Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos’d a bear!
HIPPOLYTA. But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigur’d so together, 25 More witnesseth than fancy’s images,8