Full of vexation come I, with complaint against my child, my daughter Hermia. Be it so she will not here before your Grace consent to marry with Demetrius, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens!
Either to die the death, or to abjure forever the society of men
I beseech your Grace that I may know the worst that may befall me in this case if I refuse to wed Demetrius
My good Lysander, I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, tomorrow truly will I meet with thee!
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 have a widow aunt, and she hath no child. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee.
I will go tell Demetrius of fair Hermia's flight. then to the wood will he tomorrow night pursue her. And, for this intelligence if I have thanks, it is a dear expense