1 With duty and desire we follow you.
2 Out of this wood do not desire to go.
3 Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more.
4 I desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed.
5 I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb.
6 Good Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too.
7 Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
8 Never so weary, never so in woe, Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers, I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
9 But, masters, here are your parts, and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by tomorrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogg'd with company, and our devices known.
10 Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.