Hermia & Lysander

Hermia & Lysander
How now, now love! Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast.
Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
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.
O cross! Too high to be enthralled to low!
Or else misgraffed in respect of years-
O spite! Too old to be engaged to young!
Or merit stood upon the choice of friends.
O hell! To choose love by another's eyes.
Or if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightening in the collied night That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up.So quick bright things come to confusion.
If then true lovers have been ever crossed, It stands as an edict in destiny. Then let us teach our trail patience Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears poor fancy's followers.

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