. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . you with these contrivedTo bate me with this foul derision ?Is all the counsel that we two have shared,The sisters vows, the hours that we have spent,When we have chid the hasty-footed timeFor parting us,—O, is all forgot ?All school-days friendship, childhood innocence ?We, Hermia, like two artificial godsHave with our needles created both one flower,Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,Both warbling of one song-, both in one key ;As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,Had been incorporate. So we grew together,Like to a doubl
. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . you with these contrivedTo bate me with this foul derision ?Is all the counsel that we two have shared,The sisters vows, the hours that we have spent,When we have chid the hasty-footed timeFor parting us,—O, is all forgot ?All school-days friendship, childhood innocence ?We, Hermia, like two artificial godsHave with our needles created both one flower,Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,Both warbling of one song-, both in one key ;As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,Had been incorporate. So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in partition ;Two lovely berries moulded on one stem :So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart ;Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,Due but to one, and crowned with one will you rent our ancient love asunder,To join with men in scorning your poor friend ?It is not friendly, tis not maidenly :Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,Though I alone do feel the injury. ACT III. 104 Sc. Oberon. What thou seest, when thou dost wake,Do It for thy true love take. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Hermia. I am amazed at your passionate scorn you not : it seems that you scorn me. Helena. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,To follow me and praise my eyes and face ?And made your other love, Demetrius,Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare,Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he thisTo her he hates ? and wherefore doth LysanderDeny your love, so rich within his soul,And tender me, forsooth, affection,But by your setting on, by your consent ?What though I be not so in grace as you,So hung upon with love, so fortunate,But miserable most, to love unloved ?This you should pity rather than despise. Hermia. I understand not what you mean by this. Helena. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,Make mouths upon me when I turn my back ;Wink each at other ; hold the sweet jest u
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