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Theseus and Hippolyta talk about there wedding.
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| O, methinks how slow this old moon wanes! she lingers my desires | |
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| Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; | |
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Eqeus and Hermia fight about who Hermia will get married too.
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| Stand forth, Demetrius,-My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her, | |
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| O hell! to choose love by another's eyes! | |
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Hermia and Lysander talk about running away and getting married.
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| In that same place thou hast appointed me, Tomorrow truly will I meet with thee. | |
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| Steal forth thy father's house tomorrow night, And in the wood a league without a town There will I stay for thee. | |
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