midsummers nights dream shakespeare
Get you gone, you dwarf; You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; You bead, you acorn.
You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: Nay, go not back.
You are too officious In her behalf that scorns your services. Let her alone: speak not of Helena;
Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away! We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.
Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.
What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.
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