Shakespeare
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- Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia
- What's the news with thee?
- I would my father looked but with my eyes
- Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
- The worst that may befall me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
- Either to die the death or to abjure For ever the society of men.
- Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right.
- Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love, And what is mine my love shall render him. And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius.
- I am beloved of beauteous Hermia: Why should not I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
- 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,
- Athenian law Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then, Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; And in the wood, a league without the town,
- You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.
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