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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Helena.
O excellent!
Hermia.
Sweet, do not scorn her so.
Demetrius.
If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
Lysander.
Thou canst compel no more than she entreat:
Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers.
Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do:
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.
Demetrius.
I say I love thee more than he can do.
Lysander.
If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
Demetrius.
Quick, come!
Hermia.
Quick, come! Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Lysander.
Away, you Ethiope!
