Midsummer Night's Dream

Theseus: What say you, Hermia? Be advised fair maid: Demetrius is a worthy gentlemen.

So is Lysander.

Theseus: In himself he is; But in this kind, wanting your father’s voice, The other must be held the worthier.

I would my father look’d but with my eyes.

Theseus: Rather your eyes must with his judgement look.

I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold. Nor how it may concern my Lmodesty. In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; But I beseech your grace that I may The worst that may befall me in this case, if i refuse to wed Demetrius.

Lysander: How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?

Hermia: Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.

Lysander: Ay me! For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth

If then true lovers have ever been cross’d, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy’s followers.

Lysander: …And in the wood, a league without the town, Where I did meet thee once with Helena, To do observance to a morn of May, There will I stay for thee.

Hermia: My good Lysander! I swear to thee by cupid’s strongest bow, by his best arrow with the golden head, By the simplicity of venus’s doves, By which knitteth souls and prospers loves