Thyself shall see the act; For, as thou urgest justice, be assured Thou shalt have justice, more than thou desir'st.

Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

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.

Is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.