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| A Midsummer Night’s Dream “With cunning hast thou filched my daughter’s heart, Turned her obedience which is due to me To stubborn harshness.” (Egeus, 1.1, 36-38) “earthlier happy is the rose distilled Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.” (Theseus, 1.1, 76-78) “and she, sweet lady, dotes, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry Upon this spotted and inconstant man.” (Lysander, 1.1, 108-110) Ay me, for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth, But either it was difficult in blood-” (Lysander, 1.1, 132-135) “And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen When the false Trojan 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 Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee.” (Hermia, 1.1, 173-178) Hermia: “I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Helena: O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill.” (1.1, 194-195) “what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turned a heaven into a hell?” (Hermia, 1.1, 206-207) “Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity, Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” (Helena, 1.1, 233-236) “Nay, faith, let me not play a woman. I have a beard Coming.” (Flute, 1.2, 39-40) “And now they never meet in grove, or green, By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,” (Robin, 2.1, 28-29) “These are the forgeries of jealousy,” (Titania, 2.1, 81) “Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound;” (Titania, 2.1, 103-105) “And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, our dissension We are their parents and original.” (Titania, 2.1, 115-117) “And heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath That the rude sea grew civil at her song And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid’s music?” (Oberon, 2.1, 150-154) “Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; For I am sick when I do look on thee.” (Demetrius, 2.1, 211-212) “For you in my respect are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?” (Helena, 2.1, 224-226) “I’ll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.” (Helena, 2.1, 243-244) “I mean that my heart unto yours is knit, So that but one heart we can make of it.” (Lysander, 2.2, 53-54) “Who will not change a raven for a dove?” (Lysander, 2.2, 120) “Things growing are not ripe until their season, So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason.” (Lysander, 2.2, 123-124) “For as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings, Or as the heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive, So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, Of all be hated, but the most of me;” (Lysander, 2.2, 143-148) “Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.” (Demetrius, 3.2, 60-61) “So sorrow’s heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe,” (Demetrius, 3.2, 84-85) “All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer With sighs of love that costs the fresh blood dear.” (Oberon, 3.2, 96-97) “A trim exploit, a manly enterprise- To conjure tears up in a poor maid’s eyes With your derision. None of noble sort Would so offend a virgin, and extort A poor soul’s patience, all to make you sport.” (Helena, 3.2, 158-162) “Helen, I love thee; by my life I do. I swear by that which I will lose for thee To prove him false that says I love thee not.” (Lysander, 3.2, 252-254) “How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak How low am I? I am no yet so low But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.” (Hermia, 3.2, 296-298) “Get you gone, you dwarf, You minimus of hind’ring knot-grass made, You bead, you acorn.” (Lysander, 3.2, 329-331) “Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.” (Oberon, 3.2, 392-394) “Here she comes, curst and sad. Cupid is a knavish lad Thus to make poor females mad.” (Robin, 3.3, 27-29) “And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.” (Theseus, 5.1, 14-17) “Tongue, not a word. Come, trusty sword, Come, blade, my breast imbrue.” (Flute as Thisbe, 5.1, 329-331) |
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