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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Hermia |
175 |
My good Lysander!
I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the simplicity of Venus' doves,
By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen,
When the false Troyan under sail was seen,
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever women spoke,
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
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2 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Helena |
189 |
Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.
Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching: O, were favour so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
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3 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Hermia |
202 |
I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
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4 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1] |
Demetrius |
589 |
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.
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5 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Helena |
767 |
Do not say so, Lysander; say not so
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.
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6 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Hermia |
806 |
[Awaking] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
No? then I well perceive you all not nigh
Either death or you I'll find immediately.
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7 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Demetrius |
1076 |
O, why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
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8 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Lysander |
1174 |
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
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