Midsummer Night's Dream

He’s a Jolly Good Fellow

(A Discussion of Why Puck is my Favorite Character in Midsummer Night’s Dream) No matter what, people never cease to find a favorite, most relatable character in any story. Some audiences find the most enjoyment from the classic fearless hero; or sometimes the most detestable villain. William Shakespeare gives each character in his works very unique personalities so as to appeal to the most varied of audience members. However, in the iconic story of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, I find the most appeal in Puck. Robin Goodfellow takes the title as my favorite character due to his source of comedy for the fairy group in the play, the mischief he causes even by accident, and how humanly relatable he is to the mischievous

Within the first moments of Puck’s arrival, he is comically chasing after one of Titania’s handmaiden fairies. He even announces his title as Oberon’s jester to the questioning fairy. Puck is the biggest center of attention as far as comedy goes in A Midsummer Night’s Dream due to his witty jokes, mischief and mistakes. On page 49, 2:1, lines 42-44 of A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream Puck brags, “Thou speak’st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile...” Without a doubt, Robin Goodfellow provides many comical moments throughout the

Robin Goodfellow spends his days in endless bliss, on a neverending masquerade playing pranks. What a joy it would be to live a carefree life, no worries, but be as mischievous as desired. In this way, Puck’s bold personality is desired by many people to have the power to scheme on other people all the time. Puck symbolizes that little tiny naughty part of a person’s impulses constantly being buried and hushed away. On page 48, 2:1, lines 45-57 of A Midsummer Night’s Dream Puck tells of his comical adventures, “...When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal; And sometimes lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In the very likeness of a roasted crab; And when she drinks, against her lips I bob, And on her withered dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip from her bum, down topples she, and ‘tailor’ cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips, and laugh, And waxen in their mirth, and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there.” Hearing the merry adventures of Puck makes just about anyone wish that was the life that they chose to