Speeches (Lines) for Lysander
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You have her father's love, Demetrius;
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I am, my lord, as well derived as he,
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How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale?
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Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
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Or else misgraffed in respect of years,— |
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Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,— |
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Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
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A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia.
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Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena. |
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Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
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I will, my Hermia.
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Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;
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One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
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O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!
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Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
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[Awaking] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
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Content with Hermia! No; I do repent
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She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there:
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Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
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I had no judgment when to her I swore. |
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Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. |
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You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
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Helen, it is not so. |
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Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? |
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Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
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Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:
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Thou canst compel no more than she entreat:
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If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. |
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Away, you Ethiope! |
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Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
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Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
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Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. |
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What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
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Ay, by my life;
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Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. |
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Get you gone, you dwarf;
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Now she holds me not;
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Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. |
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I will be with thee straight. |
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He goes before me and still dares me on:
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Pardon, my lord. |
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My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
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And he did bid us follow to the temple. |
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More than to us
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He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows
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This lion is a very fox for his valour. |
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Proceed, Moon. |
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And so the lion vanished. |
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Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing. |
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She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. |
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