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 interchained with an
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.
Lysander riddles very prettily:
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off; in human modesty,
as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,
So far be distant; and, good night, sweet
Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!
Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
And then end life when I end loyalty!
Here is my bed: sleep give
thee all his rest!
With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!
Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
force in stirring love.
Night and silence.Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power
this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am
For I must now to Oberon.
Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running
Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go.
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