1 I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.
2 Give me that boy and I will go with thee.
3 I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
4 I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
5 Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
6 I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
7 Thou shalt not from this grove Till I torment thee for this injury.
8 Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; For I am sick when I do look on thee.
9 I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
10 The summer still doth tend upon my state; And I do love thee: therefore, go with me.
11 I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
12 Let me go, Or if thou follow me, do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
13 Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse, For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
14 There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee, And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us.
15 Helen, I love thee, by my life I do; I swear by that which I will lose for thee To prove him false that says I love thee not.
16 Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, And won thy love doing thee injuries; But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.
17 Fetch me that flower, the herb I showed thee once: The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
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