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- Either to die the death or to abjureFor ever the society of men.Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,Know of your youth, examine well your blood;Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,You can endure the livery of a nun,For aye to be in a shady cloister mewed,To live a barren sister all your life,Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.Thrice blessed they that master so their blood,To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;But earthlier happy is the rose distilledThan that which, withering on the virgin thorn,Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
- act 1 scene 1
- So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,Ere I will yield my virgin patent upUnto his lordship, whose unwishèd yokeMy soul consents not to give sovereignty
- And even for that do I love you the more.I am your spaniel, and, Demetrius,The more you beat me, I will fawn on you.Use me but as your spaniel: spurn me, strike me,Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,Unworthy as I am, to follow you.What worser place can I beg in your love —And yet a place of high respect with me —Than to be used as you use your dog?
- Act 2, Scene 1
- Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit,For I am sick when I do look on thee.
- In this same interlude it doth befallThat I, one Snout by name, present a wall,And such a wall as I would have you thinkThat had in it a crannied hole or chink,Through which the lovers Pyramus and ThisbeDid whisper often, very secretly.This loam, this roughcast, and this stone doth shoThat I am that same wall; the truth is so.And this the cranny is, right and sinister,Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.
- act 5 scene 1
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