Love in A Midsummer Night’s Dream 10

Romantic loveTrue love HERMIAMy good Lysander, I swear to thee, by Cupid’s strongest bow, By his best arrow with the golden head, By the simplicity of Venus’ doves, By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves… By all the vows that ever men have broke, (In number more than ever women spoke) In that same place thou hast appointed me, To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
Love at first sight TITANIAI pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.Mine ear is much enamored of thy note.So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape.And thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move meOn the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
Tragic love PYRAMUSWhat dreadful dole is here? Eyes do you see! how can it be! O dainty duck: O dear! Thy mantle good; what stain’d with blood!
Jealous love ROBIN GOODFELLOW/ PUCKThe King doth keep his revels here tonight, Take heed the Queen come not within his sight, For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, Because that she, as her attendant, hath A lovely boy stolen from an Indian King, She never had so sweet a changeling, And jealous Oberon would have the child…
Protective lovePossessive love OBERONGive me that boy, and I will go with thee. TITANIANot for thy Fairy Kingdom.
Adoring loveLove-against the oddsUnconditional love DEMETRIUSDo I entice you? do I speak fair? Or rather do I not in plainest truth, Tell you I do not, nor I cannot love you? HELENAAnd even for that do I love you the more; I am your spaniel, and Demetrius, the more you beat me, I will fawn on you. Use me, but as your spaniel; spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave (Unworthy as I am) to follow you.
Romantic love LYSANDER (to Hermia)… 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.
Romantic loveSelf-sacrificing love LYSANDER (to Helena)And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. Transparent Helena, Nature shews her art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Friendship (philia) HELENAGood Hermia, do not be so bitter with me, I evermore did love you Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong’d you…
Self-love BOTTOM… I will move storms……And I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too: I’ll speak in a monstrous little voice…… Let me play the Lion too, I will roar that I will do any man’s heart good to hear me. I will roar, that I will make the Duke say, Let him roar again, let him roar again.