For I can raise no money by vile means.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

All the world's a stage.

Who seeks, and will not take, when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.