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And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Her.

Be’t so, Lysander. Find you out a bed;

For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lys.

One turf shall serve as pillow for us both,

One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Her.

Nay, [good] Lysander; for my sake, my dear,

Lie further off yet; do not lie so near.

Lys.

O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!

Love takes the meaning in love’s conference:

I mean, that my heart unto yours [is] knit,

So that but one heart we can make of it;

Two bosoms interchained with an oath,

So then two bosoms and a single troth.

Then by your side no bed-room me deny;

For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Her.

Lysander riddles very prettily.

Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.

But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy,

Lie further off, in humane modesty;

Such separation as may well be said

Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend.

Thy love ne’er alter till thy sweet life end!