I pray thee gentle mortal, sing again: mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note; so is mine eye enthrealled to they shape;
And thy fair virtue's force, perforce, Doth move me, on the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the Humble-bees
Peaseblossom!Cobweb!Moth! And Mustardseed!
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
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.
I say, I love thee more than he can do.
You thief of love! What, have you come by night, and stol'n my love's heart from him?
You Canker-Blossom!
What, will you tear impatient answers from my gentle tongue? Fie, Fie! You counterfeit, you puppet, you!
When they next wake, all this derision shall seem a dream,and fruitless vision:
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, with league whose date till death shall never end.
Thou shalt buy this dear, if ever I thy face by daylight see: Now, go thy way
Nay, then, thou mock'st me.
Come Hither: I am here.
Yet but three? come one more; two of both kinds makes up four.
For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.