1 Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
2 The wildest hath not such a heart as you.
3 A foolish heart that I leave here behind.
4 I will roar that I will do any man's heart good to hear me.
5 Set your heart at rest; The fairyland buys not the child of me.
6 Methought a serpent eat my heart away, And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.
7 One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
8 You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant, But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel.
9 So should the murder'd look, and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty.
10 My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd; And now to Helen is it home return'd, There to remain.
11 The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
12 And here, with all good will, with all my heart, In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; And yours of Helena to me bequeath, Whom I do love and will do till my death.
13 You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor, May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here, When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.