Midsummer Night's Dream Part 1
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- Hippolyta, our nuptial hour draws on apace! How slow this old moon wanes!
- Four days will quickly steep themselves in night.
- By the next new moon, prepare to die for disobedience , or else to wed Demetrius, or on Diana's altar to protest for single life.
- Full of vexation I come with complaint against my child Hermia!
- The course of true love never did run smooth. Steal forth thy father's house tomorrow night!
- I will go tell Demetrius of fair Hermia's flight.
- Is our company all here? Nick Bottom, you are set down for Pyramus.
- Meet me in the palace wood by moonlight. There we will rehearse.
- Let me play Thisbe, too. Let me play the lion, too.
- Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. I do but beg a little changeling boy.
- Not for thy fairy kingdom!
- My gentle Puck, come hither. Fetch me that flower; The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid will make or man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees.
- I'll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.
- I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
- I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, to die upon the hand I love so well.
- Hast thou the flower there?
- Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: A sweet Athenian lady is in love with a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
- Ay, here it is.
- Come, now a roundel and a fairy song; Sing me now asleep; and let me rest.
- What thou seest when thou dost wake, do it for thy true-love take, love and languish for his sake.
- We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, and tarry for the comfort of the day.
- This is he, my master said, despised the Athenian maid; Churl, upon thy eyes I throw all the power this charm doth owe.
- And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. Helena!
- But who is here? Lysander! Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.
- Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear. Either death or you I'll find immediately.
- And here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal.
- What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here?
- O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, masters! Fly, masters! Help!
- Why do they run away?
- The ousel cock so black of hue, with orange-tawny bill, The throstle with his note so true, the wren with little quill,--
- What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
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