Passage: A Midsummer Night's Dream, 1.1.128-49

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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                                  [130]
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,--                                                  [135]
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.                                      [140]
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,                                           [145]
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.

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