A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare
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HERMIA O cross! Too high to be enthrall'd to low! LYSANDER Or else misgraffed in respect of years;-- HERMIA O spite! Too old to be engag'd to young! LYSANDER Or else it stood upon the choice of friends: HERMIA O hell! to choose love by another's eye! LYSANDER Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. HERMIA If then true lovers have ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: |
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