A Midsummer Night’s Dream

1 O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. Oh, how ripe in show, thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! That pure congealed white, high Taurus’ snow fanned with the eastern wind turns to a crow when thou holdst up thy hand! Oh let me kiss this princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!!
2 Lysander, keep thy Hermia. I will none. If i e’er loved her, all that love is gone. My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourned, and now to Helen is it home returned, there to remain.
3 Disparge not the faith thou dost know, lest to thy peril thou aby it dear. Look, where thy love comes. Yonder is thy dear.
4 If she cannot entreat, i can compel
5 I say i love thee more than he can do
6 Quick, come
7 No, no. He’ll seem to break loose. Take on as you would follow, but yet come not. You are a tame man, go!
8 I would i had your bond for i percieve a weak bond holds you. I’ll not trust your word
9 No sir she shall not, though you take her part
10 You are too officious in her behalf that scorns your services. Let her alone. Speak not of Helena. Take not her part. For if thou dost intend never so little show of love to her, thou shall aby it
11 Follow?? Nay i’ll go with thee, cheek by jowl