- LYSANDER: How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale?
- How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
- HERMIA: Belike for want of rain, which I could well 
- Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
- LYSANDER: Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
- Could ever hear by tale or history,
- The course of true love never did run smooth;
- But, either it was different in blood,-- 
- HERMIA: O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low.
- LYSANDER: Or else misgraffed in respect of years,--
- HERMIA: O spite! too old to be engaged to young.
- LYSANDER: Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,--
- HERMIA: O hell! to choose love by another's eyes. 
- LYSANDER: Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
- War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
- Making it momentany as a sound,
- Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
- Brief as the lightning in the collied night, 
- That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
- And ere a man hath power to say ĪBehold!'
- The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
- So quick bright things come to confusion.
This page last updated on 1 January 2003.
Send queries to Michael Best, English Department, University of Victoria, Victoria B.C. V8W 3W1, Canada.