Aww, this is a cute little play. 
 Which is a pretty condescending thing to say about a work of Shakespeare, right? Except it's true! A Midsummer Night's Dream is an aDORable piece of literature with elves and fairies and potions and magic--not something I typically go for, and a definite far cry from his more serious tragedies. In this play, a woman suffers whose love for her man lies in contrast to her father's wishes, he having already promised his daughter's hand to another, and if she refuses to go along with it she could face death--or worse!--life imprisonment at a convent. (Get thee to a nunnery!) But if two's company and three's a crowd, what maketh four? The man her father has promised her hand to is pursued by someone else, someone whom--at the start of the play, at least--NO MAN IS EVEN REMOTELY INTERESTED IN. Poor, sad second girl. Fortunately for her, though, there are sorcerous sprites who live nearby and attempt to assist her with the pitiful predicament of her one-sided love (which is, by the way, a horror show in its one-sidedness). Only in their ineptitude do things go dreadfully wrong for the first woman, who until that point at least had someone to love her back. Well, not anymore! Which makes you wonder...if someone is to have magical powers granted to him, shouldn't he first be proven competent enough to use them? 
 Anyway, I don't mean to appear flippant. This play is very enjoyable. I really liked Theseus, the duke, who gives credit to those who try to please him even while they may not be terribly successful at it. Awkward delivery or not, their intent is recognized and appreciated by him. And that's a pretty good way to be, I think.