Midsummer Night's Dream Act 2 Scene 2 (Part 2)
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- Churl, upon the eye I throw,All teh power this charm doth owe,When thou wakes let love forbid,Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.So awake when I'm gone,For I must now to Oberon
- Night and silence! Who is here?Weeds of Athens he doth wear. And here the maiden sleeping sound,Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
- Oh, I am out of breath in this fond chase. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.Happy is Hermia whereso'er she lies.For she hath blessed attractive eyes.No, no, I am as ugly as a bear.What wicked dissembling glass of mineMade me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?
- But who is here? Lysander, on the ground? Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
- When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can,Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,but you must flout my insufficiency? I thought you lord of more gentleness. Oh, that a lady of one man refused should of another therefore be abused!
- And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake,Transparent helena! Nature shows artWhere is Demtrius? Is that vile name to perish on my sword.
- Do not say so, Lysander.What though he love Hermia?Yet Hermia still loves you. Then be content.
- Content with Hermia? No. I do repent. Not Hermia but Helena I love.
- She sees not Hermia - Hermia sleep thou there.And never mayst thou come Lysander near!So thou my surfeit and my heresy,Of all be hated but the most of me - And all my powers, address your love and mightTo honour Helen and to be her knight
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