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- Four days will quickly steep themselves innight; Four nights will quickly dream away the time;And then the moon, like to a silver bow. New-bent in heaven, shall behold the nightOf our solemnities.
- Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hourDraws on apace; four happy days bring inAnother moon: but, O, methinks, how slow
- Thanks, good Egeus: what’s the news withthee?
- I do entreat your grace to pardon me.I know not by what power I am made bold,Nor how it may concern my modesty,
- So is Lysander.
- I do entreat your grace to pardon me.I know not by what power I am made bold,Nor how it may concern my modesty,
- Either to die the death or to abjureFor ever the society of men.Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;Know of your youth, examine well your blood,Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice, you gonna be killed or you would be a nun.
- So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,Unto his lordship, whose unwished yokeMy soul consents not to give sovereignty.
- The day betwixt my love and me. Upon the day either prepare to die. For disobedience to your father’s will, Or else to wed Demetrius.
- Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yieldThy crazed title to my certain right.
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