a mid summers nights dream
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- Skluzavka: 1
- Please give in, sweet Hermia.And Lysander, stop acting like she’s yours. I’ve got more of a right to her than you do.
- Her father loves you, Demetrius. So why don’t you marry him and let me have Hermia?
- It’s true, rude Lysander, I do love him. That’s why I’m giving him my daughter. She’s mine, and I’m giving her to Demetrius.
- Skluzavka: 2
- What’s going on, my love? Why are you so pale? Why have your rosy cheeks faded so quickly?
- Hermia. I have an aunt who is a widow, who’s very rich and doesn’t have any children. She lives about twenty miles from Athens
- Probably because my cheeks' roses needed rain, which I could easily give them with all the tears in my eyes.
- So here’s the plan. If you love me, sneak out of your father’s house tomorrow night and meet me in the forest a few miles outside of town.
- Oh, Lysander, I swear I’ll be there tomorrow.
- Skluzavka: 3
- Oh Hermia, teach me how you look the way you do, and which tricks you used to make Demetrius fall in love with you.
- Don’t worry. He won’t see my face ever again. Lysander and I are running away from here to the woods were we will happily wed.