Act 1 Scene 1
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- How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?-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
- Belike for what of rain, which i could well Beteem them from the tempest of -my eyesO cross! too high to be enthralled to low O spite! too old to be engaged to young! 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, shot as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, that, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth...
- If then true lovers have been ever crossed, it stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, WIshes and tears, poor Fancy's followers
- A good persuasion. Therefore, hear me, Hermia. I have a widow aunt, a dowager Of great revenue, and she hath no child. From Athens is her house remote seven leagues, And she respects me as her only son. There, gentle Hermia, may i marry thee, And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us..
- My god Lysander! I swear to thee, by cupid's strongest bow, by his best arrow with the golden head, by the simplicity of Venus' doves, By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen, When the false Troyan under sail was seen, tomorrow truly will i meet with thee
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