A Midsommer nightes dreame.
135133Of
some thing, nerely that concernes your
selues.
136134Ege. With duety and de
sire, we follow you.
Exeunt. 138135Lysand. How now my loue? Why is your cheeke
so pale?
139136How chance the ro
ses there doe fade
so fa
st?
140137Her. Belike, for want of raine: which I could well
141138Beteeme them, from the tempe
st of my eyes.
142139Lis. Eigh me: for aught that I could euer reade,
143140Could euer here by tale or hi
story,
144141The cour
se of true loue neuer did runne
smoothe:
145142But either it was di
fferent in bloud;
146143Her. O cro
sse! too high to be inthrald to loue.
147144Lis. Or el
se mi
sgra
ffed, in re
spe
ct of yeares;
148145Her. O
spight! too olde to be ingag'd to young.
149146Lis. Or el
se, it
stoode vpon the choyce of friends;
150147Her. O hell, to choo
se loue by anothers eyes!
151148Lys. Or, if there were a
sympathy in choyce,
152149Warre, death or
sickne
sse, did lay
siege to it;
153150Making it momentany, as a
sound;
154151Swift, as a
shadowe;
short, as any dreame;
155152Briefe, as the lightning in the collied night,
156153That (in a
spleene) vnfolds both heauen and earth;
157154And, ere a man hath power to
say, beholde,
158155The iawes of darkene
sse do deuoure it vp:
159156So quicke bright things come to confu
sion.
160157Her. If then true louers haue bin euer cro
st,
161158It
stands as an edi
ct, in de
stiny:
162159Then let vs teach our triall patience:
163160Becau
se it is a cu
stomary cro
sse,
164161As dewe to loue, as thoughts, and dreames, and
sighes,
165162Wi
shes, and teares; poore Fancies followers.
166163Lys. A good per
swa
sion: therefore heare mee,
Hermia: 167164I haue a widowe aunt, a dowager,
168165Of great reuenew, and
she hath no childe:
169166From
Athens is her hou
se remote,
seauen leagues:
170167And
she re
spe
ctes mee, as her only
sonne:
There,