Midsummer Night’s Dream Lines

Oberon intro But who comes here? I am invisible and I will overhear their conference
I cannot love you And 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. What worser place could I beg in your love (and yet a place of high respect for me) than to be used as you use your dog?
follow me no more You entice me you hard hearted adamant. And yet you draw not iron for my heart is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw and I shall have no power to follow you.
I’m sick when I look on thee And I am sick when I look not on you
Virginity Your virtue is my privelidge. For that it is not night when I do see your face. Therefore I think that I am not in the night Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company For you in my respect are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone when all the world is here to look on me.
the mercy of wild beasts The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will the story shall be changed. Apollo flies and Daphnie holds the chase The dove pursues the griffin the mild hind makes speed to catch the tiger, bootless speed when cowardance pursues and valor flies
mischef in the wood Ay, in the temple, in the town, in the field you do me mischief, fie Demetrius. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex. We cannot fight for love as men may do. We should be woo’d and were not made to woo. I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell. To die upon the hand I love so well
Oberon exit Fare the well nymph. Ere he do leave this grove thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer
Oberon Monologue I pray thee give it me. I know a place where the wild thyme blowsWhere oxclips and the nodding violet growsQuite overcanopied with lucious woodbineWith sweet musk-roses and with eglantineWhere sleeps Titiania sometime of the nightLull’d in these flowers with dances and delightAnd the snake sheds her enameled skinWeed wide enough to wrap a fairy inAnd with the juice of this I’ll streak her eyesAnd make her full of hateful fantasiesTake tou some of it, and seek through this groveA sweet Athenian lady is in loveWith a disdainful youth anoint his eyesBut do it when the next thing he espies May be the lady. Thou shalt know the manBy the Athenian garments he hath on Effect it with some care that he may proveMore fond on her than she upon her loveAnd look thou meet me ere the first cock crow