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Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love,And what is mine my love shall render him. I do estate unto Demetrius.
I am, my lord as well derived as he, I am beloved of beauteous Hermia:Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
I must confess that I have heard so much, But, Demetrius, come; And come, Egeus; you shall go with me
I have a widow aunt, a dowager Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; To do observance to a morn of May, There will I stay for thee.
My good Lysander! I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, In that same place thou hast appointed me, To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
God speed fair Helena! whither away?
Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! The more I love, the more he hateth me.
Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; Lysander and myself will fly this place. And in the wood, There my Lysander and myself shall meet; And thence from Athens turn away our eyes,
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.
End of Act 1 Scene 1
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