| MND II.i.86 | [Titania to Oberon] never since the middle summer's spring / Met we ... / To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, / But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport |
| Tem V.i.37 | [Prospero alone, as if to spirits] you demi-puppets that / By moonshine do the green, sour ringlets make |