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- Be it so she will not here before your GraceConsent to marry with Demetrius,I beg the ancient privilege of Athens:As she is mine, I may dispose of her,Which shall be either to this gentlemanOr to her death, according to our lawImmediately provided in that case.
- Either to die the death or to abjureForever the society of men.Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,Know of your youth, examine well your blood,Whether (if you yield not to your father’s choice)You can endure the livery of a nun,
- I do entreat your Grace to pardon me.I know not by what power I am made bold,Nor how it may concern my modestyIn such a presence here to plead my thoughts;But I beseech your Grace that I may knowThe worst that may befall me in this caseIf I refuse to wed Demetrius.
- Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?Is ’t not enough, is ’t not enough, young man,That I did never, no, nor never canDeserve a sweet look from Demetrius’ eye,But you must flout my insufficiency?Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,In such disdainful manner me to woo.But fare you well. Perforce I must confessI thought you lord of more true gentleness.O, that a lady of one man refusedShould of another therefore be abused!
- Hence, away! Now all is well.One aloof stand sentinel.
- O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!Love takes the meaning in love’s conference.I mean that my heart unto yours is knit,So that but one heart we can make of it;Two bosoms interchainèd with an oath—So then two bosoms and a single troth.Then by your side no bed-room me deny,For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
- Weaving spiders, come not here.Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence.Beetles black, approach not near.Worm nor snail, do no offence.
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