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Theseus and Hippolyta discuss their wedding...
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| Our nuptial hour draws on apace. Four happy days bring in another moon. | |
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| Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; four nights will quickly dream away the time... | |
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Egeus has come to see Theseus with a complaint against his daughter, who wants her to marry Demetrius. She wants to marry Lysander...
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| But I beseech your Grace that I may know the worst that may befall me in this case if I refuse to wed Demetrius. | |
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| Either to die the death, or to abjure forever the society of men. | |
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Hermia and Lysander discuss the trials that must be faced by those who are in love...
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| Hear me, Hermia: I have a widow aunt, a dowager of great revenue...from Athens is her house remote seven leagues...there, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee. | |
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| My good Lysander, I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow...in that same place thou hast appointed me, tomorrow truly will I meet with thee. | |
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