Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Lysander, keep thy Hermia. I will none. If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone.My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourned,And now to Helen is it home returned, There to remain.
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Before the time I did Lysander see Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me.
Give me that boy, and I will go with thee
What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: I have forsworn his bed and company.
You do impeach your modesty too much To leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not, To trust the opportunity of night And the ill counsel of a desert place With the rich worth of your virginity.
Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me. O, then, what graces in my love do dwell That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell
An I may hide my face, let me play Thisbe too, I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne, Thisne!' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisbe dear, and lady dear!'