A Midsummer Night's Dream By Isabella Schlim Core 3
Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; Lysander and myself will fly this place. Before the time I did Lysander see, Seemed Athens as a paradise to me. O then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!
When thou wak'st let love forbid sleep his seat on thy eyelid. So wake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon.
Lysander's love, that would not let him bide; Fair Helena, who more engilds the night then all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Egeus, I will overbear your will, for in the temple, by and by, with us these couples shall eternally be knit.
I will hear that play. For anything can be amiss when simpleness and duty tender it. Go, bring them in; and take your places ladies.