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Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Theseus |
2 |
Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
Like to a step-dame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man revenue.
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2 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Hermia |
142 |
O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low.
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3 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Hermia |
144 |
O spite! too old to be engaged to young.
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4 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Hermia |
146 |
O hell! to choose love by another's eyes.
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5 |
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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6 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Helena |
203 |
O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!
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7 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Helena |
205 |
O that my prayers could such affection move!
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8 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Hermia |
210 |
Take comfort: he no more shall see my face;
Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Before the time I did Lysander see,
Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Lysander |
699 |
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 oath;
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.
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10 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Helena |
744 |
O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Helena |
747 |
O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears:
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For beasts that meet me run away for fear:
Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
Do, as a monster fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?
But who is here? Lysander! on the ground!
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.
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12 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Lysander |
762 |
[Awaking] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
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13 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 2] |
Helena |
782 |
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well: perforce I must confess
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
O, that a lady, of one man refused.
Should of another therefore be abused!
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14 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1] |
Flute |
915 |
O,—As true as truest horse, that yet would
never tire.
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15 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1] |
Quince |
919 |
O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray,
masters! fly, masters! Help!
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16 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1] |
Snout |
932 |
O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?
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17 |
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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Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Hermia |
1098 |
Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men!
O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Helena |
1166 |
You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Demetrius |
1175 |
[Awaking] O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!
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