Either to die the death, or to abjure forever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, know your youth, examine well your blood, whether (if you yield not to your father's choice) you can endure the livery of a nun, for aye to be in shady cloister mewed, to live a barren sister all your life.
If 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.
If thou lovest me, then steal forth thy father's house tomorrow night, and in the wood a league without the town there will I stay for thee.
I give him curses, yet he gives me love. The more I hate, the more he follows me. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
O, that my prayers could such affection move! The more I love, the more he hateth me. None but your beauty would that fault were mine!