A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare
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To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the watery glass, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,-- A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,-- Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. HERMIA And in the wood where often you and I Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, There my Lysander and myself shall meet: And thence from Athens turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!-- Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight. LYSANDER I will, my Hermia. [Exit HERMIA.] LYSANDER Helena, adieu: As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! [Exit LYSANDER.] HELENA |
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