A Mid Summer Nights Dream

A Mid Summer Nights Dream

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  • This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my childStand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke,This man hath my consent to marry her.Demetrius. My noble lord,
  • Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yieldThy crazed title to my certain right.
  • You have her father's love, Demetrius;Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.
  • Belike for want of rain, which I could wellBeteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
  • But, either it was different in blood,--The course of true love never did run smooth;Could ever hear by tale or history,Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
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