o m | O me! |
y j | You juggler! |
y c b | You canker-blossom! |
y t o l | You thief of love! |
w h y c b n a s m l h f m | What have you come by night and stol’n my loves heart from him? |
p | Puppet? |
w s | Why so? |
a t w g t g | Ay, that way goes the game. |
n i p t s h m c b o s | Now I perceive that she hath made compare between our statures. |
s h u h h a w h p h t p h h f s h p h | She hath urged her height, and with her personage, her tall personage, her height forsooth, she hath prevailed him. |
a a y g s h i h e b i a s d a s l | And are you grown so high in his esteem because I am so dwarfish and so low? |
h l a i t p m | How low am I, thou painted maypole? |
s | Speak. |
h l a i | How low am I? |
i a n y s l b t m n c r u t e | I am not yet so low but that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. |
A Midsummer Night’s Dream – Hermia’s Monologue
July 10, 2019