Hermia's father is making her marry someone that she does not like.
Relent, sweet Hermia, and, Lysander, yield thy crazed title to my certain right.
As she is mine, I may dispose of her, which shall be either to this gentlemen or to her death, according to our law, immediately provided in that case.
You have her father's love, Demetrius. Let me have Hermia's. Do you marry him.
O hell, to choose love by another's eyes!
Fair love, you faint with wand'And, to speak truth, I have forgot our way.
Nay, good Lysander. For my sake, my dear, lie further off yet. Do not lie so near.
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