A Midsummer's Night's Dream
Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love, And what is mine my love shall render him. And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities.
My good Lysander! I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's - do you marry him.
Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazèd title to my certain right.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.
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