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- Ay me! For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth,But either it was different in blood —
- How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale?How many roses there do fade so fast? 
- Belike for want of rain, which I could wellBeteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
- O cross! Too high to be enthralled to low.
- What, jealous Oberon? – Fairies, skip hence,I have forsworn his bed and company.
- These are the forgeries of jealousy. And never since the middle summer's spring Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, 
- By pavèd fountain or by rushy brook,Or in the beachèd margent of the sea To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.
- Do you amend it, then. It lies in you. Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy To be my henchman.
- Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
- My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger,At whose approach ghosts, wandering here and there,Troop home to churchyards. 
- Damnèd spirits all,That in crossways and floods have burial,Already to their wormy beds are gone,For fear lest day should look their shames upon.
- But we are spirits of another sort.I with the morning's love have oft made sport, And, like a forester, the groves may tread,Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red Opening on Neptune with fair blessèd beams
- Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. But notwithstanding, haste, make no delay;We may effect this business yet ere day.
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