part 2.
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- Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that.
- I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again. Mine ear is much enamored of thy note.
- O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
- O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent to set against me for your merriment.
- You are too officious in her behalf that scorns your services. Leave her alone; speak not of Helena.
- Get you gone, you dwarf; You minimus, of hind 'ring know-grass made; you bead, you acorn.
- My lord, this is my daughter here asleep, and this Lysander, this Demetrius is, this Helena, old Nedar's Helena. I wonder off their being here together.
- No doubt they rose up early to observe the rite of May, and, hearing our intent, came here in grace of our solemnity.
- Have you sent to Bottom's house? Is he come home yet?
- He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is transported.
- O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hat he lost sixpence a day during his life.
- Now, until the break of day, through this house each fairy stray..... Trip away; make no stay; meet me all by break of day.
- First, rehearse your song by rote, to each word a warbling not; hand in hand, with fairy grace, will we sing, and bless this place.
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