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For aye to be in shady cloister mew’d,

To live a barren sister all your life,

Chaunting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.

Thrice blessed they that master so their blood

To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;

But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d,

Than that which withering on the virgin thorn

Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

Her.

So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,

Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke

My soul consents not to give sovereignty.

The.

Take time to pause, and by the next new moon—

The sealing-day betwixt my love and me

For everlasting bond of fellowship—

Upon that day either prepare to die

For disobedience to your father’s will,

Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would,

Or on Diana’s altar to protest

For aye austerity and single life.

Dem.

Relent, sweet Hermia, and, Lysander, yield

Thy crazed title to my certain right.

Lys.

You have her father’s love, Demetrius,

Let me have Hermia’s; do you marry him.

Ege.