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Demetrius
- Relent, sweet Hermia and, Lysander, yield.
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
Lysander
- You have her fathers love, Demetrius.
Let me have Hermia's. Do you marry him.
Egeus
- Scornful, Lysander, true, he heth my love,
And what is mine my love shall render him.
And she is mine, and all my right of her.
I do estate unto Demetrius.
Lysander
- I am my lord as well devived as he,
As well possessed. My love is more than his.
My fortuna every was as fairly ranked.
If not with vantage as Demetrius.
And wich is more than all these hoasts can be.
I am beloved of beauteous Hermia.
Why should not I prosecute my right?
Demetrius will avouch it to his head.
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena.
And won her soul, and she, sweet lady, dotes.
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry.
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
- Relent, sweet Hermia and, Lysander, yield.
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
Lysander
- You have her fathers love, Demetrius.
Let me have Hermia's. Do you marry him.
Egeus
- Scornful, Lysander, true, he heth my love,
And what is mine my love shall render him.
And she is mine, and all my right of her.
I do estate unto Demetrius.
Lysander
- I am my lord as well devived as he,
As well possessed. My love is more than his.
My fortuna every was as fairly ranked.
If not with vantage as Demetrius.
And wich is more than all these hoasts can be.
I am beloved of beauteous Hermia.
Why should not I prosecute my right?
Demetrius will avouch it to his head.
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena.
And won her soul, and she, sweet lady, dotes.
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry.
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.