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| Â Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. | |
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| Theseus speaks to Hermia sharply, telling her to expect to be sent to a nunnery or put to death. |
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| I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold, Nor how it may concern my modesty, In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; But I beseech your grace that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius. | |
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| Either to die the death or to abjure Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, To live a barren sister all your life. | |
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| So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord , Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty. | |
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| Take time to pause; and, by the next new moon— The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, For everlasting bond of fellowship— Upon that day either prepare to die For disobedience to your father's will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would; Or on Diana's altar to protest For aye austerity and single life. | |
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