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Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Demetrius |
96 |
Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
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2 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Egeus |
100 |
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.
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3 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1] |
Lysander |
104 |
I am, my lord, as well derived as he,
As well possess'd; my love is more than his;
My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
And, which is more than all these boasts can be,
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,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
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4 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Helena |
1347 |
I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice:
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,
Because she is something lower than myself,
That I can match her.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2] |
Lysander |
1388 |
Now she holds me not;
Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[IV, 2] |
Bottom |
1811 |
Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not
what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I
will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.
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Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Snout |
1998 |
In this same interlude it doth befall
That I, one Snout by name, present a wall;
And such a wall, as I would have you think,
That had in it a crannied hole or chink,
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
Did whisper often very secretly.
This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show
That I am that same wall; the truth is so:
And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.
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