A midsummer night's dreams Demetrius lines

Yes his line, Im a lover.

Theseus: Take time to pause, and by the next new moon(The sealing day betwixt my love and me For everlasting bond of fellowship), Upon that day either prepare to die for disobedience to your father’s will, or else to wed Demetrius, as he would, Or on Diana’s altar to protest for Aye austerity and single life.

Relent, sweet Hermia, and Lysander, Yield thy crazed title to my certain right.

Oberon: Having once this Juice, I’ll watch Titania when she is asleep And drop the Liquor of it in her eyes. The next thing she, waking, looks upon(Be it on lion, bear, wolf, or bull, On meddling monkey, or on busy ape) She shall peruse it with the soul of the love. And ere I take it with another herb), I’ll make her render up her page to me. But who comes here? I am invisible, and I will overhear their conference.

I love thee not; therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? The one I’ll stay; the other stayeth me; the other stayeth me. Thou told’st me they were stol’n unto this wood. And here am I, and wood within this wood Because I cannot meet my Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

Helena: You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant! But yet you draw me not iron, for my heart is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw, and I shall have no power to follow you.

Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Or rather do I not in the plainest truth Tell you I do not, nor I cannot love you?

Helena: And even for that do I love you the more…blah blah…What worser place can I be in your love(And Yet a place of high respect with me) Than to be used as your dog?

Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit, For I am sick when I do look on thee.

Helena: And I am sick when I look not on you.

You do impeach you modesty too much to leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not, To trust the opportunity of night and the ill counsel of a desert place With the rich worth of your virginity.

Helena: Your virtue is my privilege…. blah blah.. Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then, how can it be said I am alone when all the world is here to look on me.

I’ll run from thee and hide me in the brakes And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Helena: The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will…. Blah blah.. Makes speed to catch the tiger. Bootless speed When cowardice pursues and valor flies!

I will not stay thy questions. Let me go, Or if thou follow me, do no believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Helena: Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.

I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.

Helena: O, wilt thou darkling leave me not? Do not so.

Stay on thy peril. I alone will go.

Robin: This is the woman, but not this man.

O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe!

Hermia: Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse, for thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse…. Blah blah… Her brother’s noontide with th’ Antipodes. It cannot be but thou hast murdered him. So should a murderer look, so dead, so girm.

So should the murdered look, and so should I, Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty. Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, as yonder venus in her glimmering sphere.

Hermia: What’s this to my Lysander? Where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.

Hermia: Out, dog! Out, Cur! Thou driv’st me past the bounds Of maiden’s patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Henceforth be never numbered among men… An adder did it, for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou, serpent, never adder stung.

You spend your passion on a misprised mood. I am not guilt of Lysander's blood, Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Hermia: I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.

An if I could, what should I get therefor?

Hermia: A privilege never to see me more. And from thy hated presence part I so. See me no more, whether he be dead or no.

There is no follow her in this vein. Here, therefor, for a while I will remain. So sorrow’s heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrout sleep doth sorrow owe, Which now in some slight measure I will pay, If for his tender here I make some stay.

Lysander: Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! That pure congealed white, high taurus’ snow, fanned with the eastern wind, turns to a crow When thou hold’st up thy hand. O, let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!

Helena: Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Lysander keep thy Hermia. I will none. If e’er I loved her, all that love is gone. My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourned, And now to Helen is it home returned, There to remain.

Lysander: Helen, it is not so.

Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lest to thy peril thou aby it dear. Look where thy love comes. Yonder is thy dear.

Hermia: Sweet, do not scorn her so.

If she cannot entreat, I can compel.

Lysander: Thou canst compel no more than she entreat. Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. 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.

I say I love thee more than he can do.

Lysander: If thou say so, withdraw and prove it too.

Quick, come.